Chapter 2269

Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, the Taiqing Flying Sword resting on his knees.

He continued to deduce the constants of the immortal Dao universe, compressing the numbers of his immortal scriptures, forgetting self and object, his attention to the outside world extremely slight, such a life had already lasted countless tens of thousands of years.

This day, like any ordinary day, was no different from the past.

"Your Majesty..."

The Fusang Emperor and Empress spoke softly.

She had always accompanied her king in the Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace, never going out, never waging war—this was not the affair of an empress.

At this moment, her beautiful face bore hesitation, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, looking at her.

This was of course not the entirety of the soul's computational power, roughly only one hundred-thousandth of the soul's computational power, only the Fusang Emperor and Empress and a few others could awaken it in normal circumstances.

"You are somewhat fearful, of me now?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

"..."

"Yes."

The Fusang Emperor and Empress nodded slightly.

The current Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal seems somewhat off.

He is not Zijun Cheng, nor is he a living being walking the Supreme Unfeeling Sword Dao; he should not be so indifferent and unfeeling—this seems harmful to the Great Dao.

She worries he has suffered qi deviation.

"Don't worry, soft persimmon."

"I am fine."

Jiang Ding's voice softened a little, saying: "Sword cultivators are born on the battlefield and die on the battlefield—that is fate, no need to say more. As for the many law cultivators and immortal sect cultivators, they will in the future suppress the boundless starry sky and share the fruits of its dominion."

"As the saying goes, to wear the crown, one must bear its weight."

"They should possess the most basic awakening, rather than forever living under others' wings—this would be unfair to them."

"In short, no matter what, I can set things right and restore everything."

"Rest assured."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

In this mortal realm, in this boundless starry sky, countless peerless talents and outstanding individuals shine like stars in the heavens—Seven Slaughter Quasi-Emperor, Qingfeng Beidou Quasi-Emperor, Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor, Lu, Cheng Zhen, Great Love Quasi-Emperor, Han Lin... and so on are radiant heroes who have achieved great feats in a direction of immortal Dao science, their deeds worthy of being recorded in history.

Yet in his view, among them there is no irreplaceable talent.

Even if this batch of heroes were all to die, at most two million years later he could still cultivate another batch even stronger—no one is irreplaceable in battle.

If one cannot triumph in war, cannot emerge victorious from war, then one should die.

The Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal is thus; everyone should be thus, with no exceptions, and no one should be exempt—millions of years of lifespan should not be so lightly spent.

The Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal treats every person fairly, respectfully, and equally.

No matter what happens, the interests of the immortal sect can be preserved, unaffected, while those citizens pursuing dreams and interests must pay the corresponding price for their dreams, no matter what the price.

"I see."

"Your Majesty, I understand."

The Fusang Emperor and Empress exhaled in relief, revealing a sweet smile.

As long as Your Majesty's Dao heart remains unaffected, that is enough.

What more is there to say about these strong ones, these quasi-emperors?

This is their duty to fulfill.

The Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace again fell into silence, forever tranquil, utterly unlike the brutal carnage of the Six Paths Star Domain battlefield.

One year.

Ten years.

One hundred twenty-nine years...

After an unknown time, Jiang Ding awoke from his enlightenment, his black-and-white light-flashing eyes gazing toward the distant star domain battlefield gradually calming.

There, the smoke of war was slowly dissipating,

and all came to an end.

Six Paths Imperial Heaven.

Compared to over a hundred years ago, the bloated, vast-as-the-great-thousand-worlds body of the Six Paths Dream Sovereign has shrunk too much—now it is only the size of the moon, and a human silhouette can already be discerned.

Yet in his enormous pupils, only regret remains.

"Failed to succeed..."

"Unwilling..."

"Under the guidance of the Six Paths Reincarnation Great Dao, I, the true self, am clearly the Six Paths Dream Emperor..."

The Six Paths Dream Sovereign sighed one last time.

Then, his final breath of life scattered, soul and spirit annihilated, his body suddenly stiffened like earth and stone, like Bai Yu, motionless in the starry sky.

Crack...

Crack crack crack...

A fine crack appeared on the body of the Six Paths Dream Sovereign, now the size of the moon, and then the crack spread in all directions, covering every part of his body.

Then,

Boom!

Only heard a thunderous boom!

This trapped all the Dao Ting sword cultivators, intending to devour them all cleanly, the Six Paths Dream Body exploded open.

It was like piercing a huge balloon, where countless flesh and blood surged out like a spring.

These fleshly forms faintly revealed outlines, and indeed they were human sword cultivators, their limbs broken, skulls shattered, bodies torn apart, many turned into paste, half-digested.

These were all human sword cultivators who had completely died in the Six Paths Dream, their number endless, like mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stretching beyond sight, only the bloody stench assailing the nose.

Did all human sword cultivators die?

No.

Clang!

Clang clang clang!

Amid the terrifying sharp sword cries, one blood-soaked human sword cultivator after another flew out from the blood pools, laughing wildly, filled with insane, arrogant triumph.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha... hahaha... hahaha..."

"What does endless reincarnation matter? My sword intent is indestructible, eternal through the ages!"

"Endless reincarnation, my sword remains..."

One human sword cultivator after another flew out from the corpse of the Six Paths Dream Lord, among them Jin Dan cultivators, even Foundation Establishment cultivators, and of course the most numerous were the Refined Void and United Dao cultivators.

Among these blood-drenched sword cultivators, the most striking was none other than the Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor, who had only a sword hilt remnant and a damaged soul left, yet still laughed loudly.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha... hahaha... hahaha..."

"Opportunity, I have obtained it!"

"The path to the Nine Tribulations Supreme, I have already seen it, seen it..."

"That path, that path..."

The Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor revived from the soul of the Six Paths Dream Lord, dazed and foolish, laughing maniacally!

He actually did not die in the possession and devouring, but returned from hell, from the endless dark mist, saw the condensation of the Great Sun Yang Mang Sword Immortal body, saw the path to achieving Nine Tribulations Supreme!

His own unique path to emperorhood!

In an instant.

Envious gazes shot from all over the battlefield.

At this moment, the radiance belonged not only to the Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor, but to all surviving human sword cultivators.

Amid the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, upon the corpses of many sword path quasi-emperors, the Seven Kill Quasi-Emperor, the Bury Heaven Quasi-Emperor, and other human sword path quasi-emperors awoke from endless reincarnation, their sword hearts forever unstained by dust, ten thousand deaths without regret.

At this moment, they seemed lost in thought.

As if a flash of enlightened immortal spirit light rained down, making Shen Zhou beautiful.

Dao Ting sword cultivators, having endured endless reincarnation, only one in a hundred thousand survived, a survival rate of zero point zero zero zero one percent.

Today completed the great master

(Chapter complete)