Chapter 2428: Most of the Foundation of the Sun Immortal Dynasty Returns to Tai Shang Da Ri

Jiang Ding walked step by step into the river of time, gazing at the deep starry sky, dazed.

For a long time, there was only silence.

When the ancient emperor returned to the present world, the vast and mighty spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the rules of the Great Dao gathered together, forming a vast sea of clouds, and the five-colored fortune shone splendidly like clouds.

This is the bearing of the ancient emperor of the present age.

The boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon flowed into the immortal body of Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang, causing his body to gradually solidify; in his translucent, hazy form, veins, blood vessels, and other patterns began to appear, and his hair, skin, and clothing began to show true flesh and blood textures, no longer like a phantom.

Yet Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang showed little joy, merely remaining silent.

The endless starry sky began to calm, the turbulent river of ancient time began to recover, flowing gently from the past through the present and onward to the future.

Vast and mighty, it does not forsake day or night.

The many cultivators of the immortal dynasty held their breath, daring not to speak further.

No one knew how long had passed.

A graceful figure appeared before Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang, her gaze sweeping over the mutilated corpse of the Sun Ancient Emperor, then turning to the dazed, puppet-like youth in blue robes.

"Your Majesty—are you not in good spirits?"

The Empress of Fusang spoke softly.

At this moment, as his Dao companion, she clearly felt the faint sorrow in the ancient emperor's heart, as well as a deep melancholy that seemed impossible to dispel.

Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang said nothing.

"Is it because of the Sun Ancient Emperor? The Sun Ancient Emperor did not die?"

The Empress of Fusang asked again.

"It is nothing, Your Majesty."

"The Golden Great Age has not yet arrived; when it comes in the future, you will meet the Sun Ancient Emperor again. At that time, if you do not die by his hand, you will surely attain your heart's desire."

"Life will have no regrets, Your Majesty."

The Empress of Fusang spoke these comforting words gently.

As the Dao companion of a sword cultivator, she understood where the sorrow in a sword cultivator's heart comes from.

"Yes, soft persimmon."

"The Sun Ancient Emperor, a peerless prodigy of countless eras."

Jiang Ding's puppet-like face finally showed a hint of vitality as he cried and laughed: "He ultimately succeeded in fleeing, sacrificing half of his immortal body and half of the Sun Forbidden Zone; the splendid foundation of the Sun Immortal Dynasty is now largely mine. If we speak of which forbidden zone ancient emperor is most likely to await the Golden Great Age, I must be one of them."

"The foundations of two forbidden zone ancient emperor eras are gathered upon me."

"Yet the Sun Ancient Emperor ultimately fled."

"From now on, for sixty million years, I will never find such a worthy opponent again, nor, for however many eras and however long a time to come, will I ever encounter another whetstone like him."

"Soft persimmon, do you know? My path to immortality will now temporarily stagnate and break."

This is the source of Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang's sorrow.

In his youth, he shouted arrogantly to heaven and earth, declaring that he would surely slay all powerful foes under heaven, surely achieve immortality in this life, his ambition lofty and full of hope.

But now, at this moment, Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang suddenly realized something.

His talent had already reached its limit.

Relying solely on himself, he could never achieve immortality, without the wisdom of the sovereigns, without the vast resources of the Golden Great Age, without the accumulated immortal Dao crystallizations of countless immortal dynasties—

He himself could not achieve immortality.

This is his limit, with no variables.

Not even the Sun Ancient Emperor could be slain by him—such is the limit of his talent.

"It does not matter."

"It does not matter, Your Majesty, it does not matter."

The Empress of Fusang embraced Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang, her beautiful eyes full of pity, her voice growing ever softer: "The Golden Great Age will surely come, and Your Majesty will surely slay all enemies under heaven in that age, gathering the immortal Dao wisdom crystallizations of countless eras, and ultimately achieve the status of a true immortal who extinguishes the Dharma."

"Your Majesty will surely accomplish this."

In the soft murmurs, the figures of the empress and the ancient emperor gradually faded.

Time flowed slowly, ten thousand years passed.

Jiang Ding quietly gazed at the beauty sleeping in his arms, gently laid her upon the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

This empress briefly revived, personally witnessed Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang's advancement to forbidden zone ancient emperor, then fell back into deep slumber once more—this slumber will last a very long time, so long that no words can adequately describe it.

Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang carefully smoothed the slightly raised strand of hair on the empress, then rose to his feet and looked toward the four directions.

This is a dim yellow heaven and earth, immeasurably vast, immeasurably broad, as if boundless.

Everything here is congealed—spiritual particles, matter, rules—all are halted, with not a trace of motion, not even time itself.

When the river of time flows through here, it seems to lose its function.

This place is the Great Sun Forbidden Zone.

Taking the Sun Forbidden Zone as a blueprint, Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang personally constructed it and devoured half of the Sun Forbidden Zone, ultimately forming the Great Sun Forbidden Zone.

Here slumbers the empress, and here slumber the cultivators of the Sun Immortal Dynasty across all ages.

In the future, this place will also bury the standard equipment of countless transcendent elite Dao soldiers from immortal dynasties, and the unmanned deep-space fleets of the immortal sects, awaiting that future day.

"Sleep, sleep."

"Soft persimmon."

Jiang Ding Zi murmured: "The Golden Great Age, we will surely await it."

"In the Golden Great Age, if we cannot achieve immortality, then we shall die together in battle, our bodies and spirits annihilated, fulfilling the highest honor of a sword cultivator."

"Thus, what regrets could this life possibly have?"

The murmuring self-talk echoed in the vast Tai Shang Da Ri Heavenly Pivot, the sound traveling far, far away, until it dissipated.

After the empress departed, the ancient emperor once again returned to his state of Daoic coldness and detachment, his human aura extremely faint, more like an immortal sword Dao sentient being.

Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang just watched the sleeping emperor and empress like that, just watched, doing nothing.

Shen Zhou, there was nothing worth distracting him.

Time flowed peacefully.

Everything in the Tai Shang Da Ri Xian Chao proceeded in an orderly manner—production, accumulating resources, research and development, all proceeding in an orderly manner, but the latter, research and development, was too difficult.

In fact, the Tai Shang Da Ri Xian Chao's Shi Dao Wen Ming had encountered the most terrifying Shi Dao technical bottleneck in history!

It was as if some kind of Shi Dao technology lock existed in the dark void, locking all Shi Dao Wen Ming at a certain height, no matter how hard they researched, it was useless.

For these hundreds of thousands of years, even if they had devoured the Taiyang Xian Ti, analyzed most of the Taiyang Xian Chao's Shi Dao science and technology, allowing the Tai Shang Da Ri Xian Chao Wen Ming to make many breakthroughs in breadth, but in height, in the essence of Shi Dao, there was not the slightest change, not the slightest progress.

Even from the most microscopic, most minute perspective, there was no progress at all!

Shi Dao Wen Ming had developed to this stage, already the limit, already despair, throughout history, in countless ages, countless ancient emperors had faced the same despair.

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