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Chapter 2262 Someone Saw the Path to Emperorhood
The Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace.

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

He continues to deduce the constant of the immortal universe, compressing the numbers in his immortal scriptures, forgetting himself and the world around him, paying very little attention to the outside world. This kind of life has lasted for countless tens of thousands of years.

This day was just another ordinary day, no different from any other.

"His Majesty……"

The Emperor and Empress of Fusang spoke softly.

She remained in the Supreme Sun Palace, accompanying her king without venturing out or waging war; this was not the behavior of an empress.

At this moment, her beautiful face showed hesitation, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked at her.

This is certainly not the full extent of the divine soul computing power; it is probably only one ten-thousandth of the divine soul computing power, which only a few people, such as the Emperor and Empress of Fusang, can awaken in their normal state.

"Are you somewhat afraid of me now?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

"..."

"Yes."

The Japanese emperor and empress nodded slightly.

The current Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy seems a bit off.

He is not Wei Zicheng, nor is he a being walking the path of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword, so he should not be so indifferent and ruthless, which seems to be harmful to the Great Dao.

She was worried that he would go astray.

"Don't worry, you're an easy target."

"I'm very good."

Jiang Ding's voice softened a bit as he said, "Sword cultivators are born on the battlefield and die on the battlefield; this is their destiny, so there's no need to elaborate. As for the many magic cultivators and immortal cultivators, they are the beings who will one day suppress the endless starry sky and share the fruits of their rule over it."

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."

“They should have the most basic awareness, instead of living under someone’s wing forever. It’s unfair to them.”

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

"Do not worry."

Jiang Ding said it casually.

In this mortal realm, in this endless starry sky, countless peerless geniuses and outstanding individuals shine like stars in the sky. Seven Kill Quasi-Emperor, Big Dipper Quasi-Emperor, Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor, Lu, Cheng Zhen, Great Love Quasi-Emperor, Han Lin... and so on are all brilliant and outstanding individuals who have made significant achievements in a certain field of immortal science, and their deeds are worthy of being recorded in history.

In his view, however, there are no irreplaceable talents among them.

Even if all of these outstanding individuals die, at most two million years later, he can cultivate another group of even stronger individuals. No one is immune to dying in battle.

If one cannot win the war and emerge from it, then one should die.

If the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal is like this, then everyone should be like this. No one can be an exception, and no one should be an exception. A lifespan of millions of years should not be so light and fleeting.

The Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy treats everyone fairly, respectfully, and equally.

No matter what happens, the interests of the Immortal Sect can be preserved and will not be affected in any way. However, the citizens who pursue their dreams and interests will have to pay the corresponding price for their dreams, whatever that price may be.

"I see."

"Your Majesty, I understand."

The Japanese emperor and empress breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sweetly.

As long as His Majesty's Daoist heart remains unaffected, that's fine.

What's there to say about these powerful figures and quasi-emperors?
This is their duty.

The Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace fell silent once again, remaining quiet and still, a stark contrast to the fierce battles in the Six Paths Star Domain battlefield.

One year.

ten years.

One hundred and twenty-nine years...

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ding awoke from his meditation, his eyes flashing with black and white light as he gazed at the gradually calming starfield battlefield in the distance. There, the smoke of battle was slowly dissipating.
The curtain has fallen on everything.

……

The Six Paths of the Heavenly Emperor.

The Six Paths Dream Venerable's enormous, bloated body, once as vast as the Great Thousand Worlds, has shrunk considerably compared to over a hundred years ago. Now, it is only the size of the moon, and a human-shaped outline can already be discerned.

But his large pupils were full of regret.

"Unsuccessful..."

"I'm not reconciled..."

"Guided by the Great Dao of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, my true self is clearly the Dream Emperor of the Six Paths..."

The Six Paths Dream Venerable let out a final sigh.

Then, his last breath of life dissipated, his soul vanished, and his body suddenly stiffened like earth or stone, like white jade, remaining motionless in the starry sky.

Click...

Click, click, click...

A tiny crack appeared on the body of the Six Paths Dream Venerable, which was the size of the moon. The crack then spread in all directions, covering every part of his body.

Subsequently,

Boom!

A loud bang was heard!
The Six Paths Dream Body, which had trapped all the Daoist sword cultivators and attempted to devour them completely, exploded.

It was like popping a giant balloon, from which countless pieces of flesh, blood, and bones gushed out like a fountain.

The outlines of these fleshy figures were faintly visible; they were human sword cultivators with broken limbs, shattered skulls, and bodies torn to pieces. Many of their bodies had turned into a paste, partially digested.

These were all human sword cultivators who had died completely in the Six Paths of Dreams. Their numbers were endless, like mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stretching as far as the eye could see, with only the pungent smell of blood filling the air.

Are all human sword cultivators dead?
No.

Keng!
Clang clang clang!
Amidst the terrifying, piercing cries of swords, one after another, human sword cultivators covered in blood flew out of the pools of blood, laughing wildly with an arrogant and smug sense of triumph.

"Hahaha!"

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

"So what if we are reincarnated for countless lifetimes? My sword intent will never perish, and will endure for eternity!"

"Through countless reincarnations, my sword remains..."

One by one, human sword cultivators flew out from the corpse of the Six Paths Dream Venerable. Among them were Golden Core cultivators, and even Foundation Establishment cultivators. Of course, the majority were Void Refining and Dao Integration cultivators.

Among these sword cultivators covered in blood, the most eye-catching was the Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor, who was still laughing even though he only had a sword hilt and a fragmented soul left!

"Hahaha!"

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

"I have obtained this opportunity!"

"I have already seen the direction leading to the Nine Tribulations Supreme Being, I have seen it..."

"That road, that road..."

The Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor was revived from the soul of the Six Paths Dream Venerable, and he was in a daze, laughing maniacally!
He did not die from the possession and devouring, but returned from hell and saw the Great Sun Yang Mang Sword Immortal Body condensed in the endless darkness and mist, and saw the path to becoming a Nine Tribulations Supreme!
A unique path to becoming emperor!
All of a sudden.

Envious glances came from all directions on the battlefield.

The glory of this moment does not belong solely to the Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor, but to all the surviving human sword cultivators.

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, upon the bodies of numerous sword quasi-emperors, the Seven Kill Quasi-Emperor, the Burial Heaven Quasi-Emperor, and other human sword quasi-emperors awakened from countless reincarnations, their sword hearts remaining unblemished, unwavering even in the face of death.

At that moment, they seemed to be deep in thought.

It was as if a divine light of enlightenment had descended, making the world a better place.

Among the sword cultivators of the Daoist Court, only one in ten thousand survives countless reincarnations, a survival rate of 0.0001%.

　Completed the work for the master today.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)