Chapter 2272: Finally Became a Lone Soul

The voice of the Sword Immortal echoed through the palace, gentle yet carrying the indifference of Heaven itself.

This is not to emphasize anything, but to state a natural law that exists in heaven and earth—only those who reshape the world by following natural law can endure long.

Any existence that violates natural law will inevitably perish swiftly.

"These,"

"But these, I know them too..."

"You speak of the justice of heaven and earth..."

The distant voice unconsciously grew choked—such loss of control from a quasi-emperor is exceedingly rare; his voice held infinite sorrow: "But this is not about the immortal sect and the citizens."

"The immortal sect values interests, but not entirely interests—we did not come together merely because of pure interest!"

"Beyond interest, emotion and ideals are equally important!"

He looked at the blue-clad youth before him, eyes slightly reddened: "Jiang Ding!"

"You and I are living beings of the same era!"

"At most, I am only over ten thousand years older than you—given our current lifespans, this is nearly like childhood friends; from a mortal's perspective, we differ by only a few months."

"Now, in this era, I have only you left as a peer—Lu, Chengzhen, and other heavenly pride of the immortal sect are excellent, but they are not our peers; there is a deep estrangement between us, brought by time, which no one can overcome—I have lived through ages they have never experienced."

"I believe you should be like me."

"Regardless of our individual experiences, strength, or paths, our core is the same—we are citizens who have passed through kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, university, and so on; we are the same people."

Yuan forcibly suppressed his suddenly erupting emotions, gradually calming as he spoke.

"But at this moment, I seem to see something different—a difference in core and essence, like two strangers."

In this era, the Supreme Extinction Sovereign, Teacher Gu Lin Sovereign, Divine Mechanism Sovereign, and Myriad Mechanism Sovereign—these elder supreme beings of the immortal sect—have successively exhausted their lifespans.

They were merely Six Tribulation Sovereigns, with lifespans of several hundred thousand years; even with conscious slumber to delay the passage of time, they have long since died.

Even their withered bones have scattered in the mother star's cemetery, buried alongside old friends who died in battle many years ago.

Meanwhile, these two people in the palace have unknowingly reached over two million years of age, now approaching the three-million-year lifespan limit of Eight Tribulation Sovereigns.

These two are the only two remaining from that era of the immortal sect.

Time flows on, loneliness like a flood seeking to drown people—yet it has not drowned them entirely; a small island remains, and that island is two people who know each other.

But at this moment, Yuan discovered that this small island seems to have long ceased to exist.

"Interests... and emotion,"

"Are equally important."

Jiang Ding heard Yuan's familiar words, engraved deep in his sword soul, and fell silent for a long time.

After so many years together, he understood Yuan's meaning.

Yuan meant that even with myriad difficulties, even if the immortal sect and the Supreme Yang Sword Immortal were to perish in the next moment, it would be no great matter—we could face it together.

But you cannot artificially remove difficulty and forcefully increase it, causing the deaths of billions of immortal sect citizens.

You may do this to external cultivators, but not to citizens—even if citizens are relatively weak, even if there are more objective reasons... you still cannot do this.

Citizens and citizens are our own people!

Our own people must speak of emotion!

Moreover, this emotion is vitally important and cannot be ignored; we cannot extremize the emphasis on interests.

At this moment, Jiang Ding knew that, as Yuan said, he had indeed changed.

"Senior,"

"This battle is necessary, whether for Dao Ting cultivators or citizens."

Jiang Ding let out a long sigh: "The final battle is imminent—the immortal sect fleet must undergo a bloody real combat to temper itself, which is greatly beneficial, even if the entire army is destroyed."

"Achieving immortality in one lifetime now appears paradoxical."

"In the future, I will enter history to slumber, like the emperors of past ages, awaiting the arrival of the Golden Great Era."

"I will vanish, but the immortal sect must continue to exist in the present age, forever facing the myriad difficulties, traps, and dangers of the endless starry void—even if citizens forget us after billions of years, lose history, I still hope they endure."

The sword heart of the Supreme Yang Sword Immortal, slightly fluctuating, gradually calmed, becoming like an ancient well without ripples.

This is his view.

This is the most beneficial choice for the immortal sect—emotions in fleeting times can be ignored.

Such a view will not change.

I act for the good of the immortal sect, and the immortal sect must accept it!

For this conforms to the cold natural law—only things that conform to the cold natural law can endure long in time.

"No need to say more,"

"I have already understood."

Yuan grew forlorn, waved his hand, spoke no more, and walked away on his own.

……

In the Supreme Yang Celestial Palace, eternal-like silence was restored.

Jiang Ding stood with hands behind his back.

"Heh, alone..."

He silently gazed upon the vast, star-like resplendent blue dreamlike butterfly before him, upon these six paths of reincarnation's primordial ancient scroll, wondering what he thought.

Around him, Gong Caiyu and the Fusang Empress accompanied him.

Throughout the palace, the Mount Shu attendant corps—formed from peerless heavenly pride of the myriad races and humanity—stood guard, ready to execute his every command.

Their numbers were great, the atmosphere lively and bustling.

But at this moment, an indescribable loneliness surged like a great wave, shattering the last island in his heart into fragments, utterly submerging it.

Loneliness like a flood had already drowned him—present at all times like air, omnipresent, inescapable.

This is fate.

From today on, he is completely alone.

"Your Majesty,"

"Where did the Six Paths of Reincarnation True Immortal go?"

The Empress of Fusang felt a pang of sorrow and quietly changed the subject.

Such a Your Majesty gradually became the complete form of Your Majesty, forever alone, but this is not something worth boasting about; many things were lost in the process.

"He..."

"He now only retains the essence of the True Immortal, moves with extreme speed, and should be approaching the Myriad Laws True Immortal, guided by the Dao markers of the Myriad Laws True Immortal."

Jiang Ding spoke in a calm voice.

"I did it on purpose."

"The Myriad Laws True Immortal now seems unable to kill me, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation True Immortal even more so, so I gave them a chance, letting them cooperate, letting them freely unleash their sparks of wisdom, letting them build a magnificent and glorious Shi Dao Wen Ming, preferably a composite immortal civilization of fortune, the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the Divine Path."

"Sincere cooperation among multiple races, multiple paths, and multiple True Immortals is extremely rare in history."

"Can such them create miracles?"

"I hope they can."

(End of Chapter)