"Even nine deaths without regret... if you insist on understanding it that way... there's nothing I can do."
Jing Jiu spoke very slowly, pausing twice even in that short sentence, sounding utterly drained.
"Besides, of course you won't regret anything when you're dead, because you no longer know regret. If you can still regret things, can that be called death?"
Then he coughed softly twice. Even his coughs were faint, his breath barely a thread.
With his pale face and motionless body, he looked every inch a feeble patient.
If God laughed whenever humans thought, then now, whenever he thought, he grew weak.
This was not a problem that could be solved simply by bringing his sword heart to rest. Otherwise, why would he need Snow Ji to help treat him?
Zhao Layue said, "We just have to kill the Founding Patriarch."
"What if we can't kill him?"
Jing Jiu said softly, "Am I supposed to cultivate a second personality, or even more personalities?"
Zhao Layue's eyes brightened slightly. "That would be one way."
Jing Jiu said, "Now you've turned me into a cripple. What's the point?"
Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows. "At least you're awake. That's the point."
They had not seen each other for five hundred years, and Jing Jiu did not want to argue with her. He asked softly, "What's the situation now?"
"Qing'er controls the Central Computer. I've taken over the Galaxy Alliance. Liu S sui and Zeng Ju went to the Ancestral Star aboard the Blazing Sun, and thirty-two thousand warships are also on their way."
Zhao Layue said, "We can destroy the Ancestral Star at any moment. You don't need to worry."
Jing Jiu looked at her quietly. "What is really going on?"
Zhao Layue was indeed poor at lying, and she had not