Chapter 2020: Chapter 2020

The Fusang Saintess was asking.

She asked whether the chosen majesty would accept her love, sharing life and death in the future, accompanying each other for a lifetime.

How would this green-clothed youth respond?

In this world, could there really be beings who would betray such a woman?

The green-clothed youth didn’t answer, unsure whether it was agreement or rejection.

He drew his sword, cold murderous intent surging as he walked toward the Fusang Sun Immortal Fruit, stopping in a place shrouded in time-space fog, and looked back at the woman.

Within it, there was the aura of an Eighth-step Daoist.

No matter where this Eighth-step Daoist came from or for what purpose, it was unimportant; the only thing that mattered was that this Eighth-step Daoist violated the Xianmen Sect laws, and thus could die.

"This is time-space fog, which might intersect with another sect."

The Fusang Saintess gently explained: "Leaving opportunities in time, nurturing opportunities, this is not a Daoist skill unique to the Fusang Holy Land; some other sects might also have such skills, and thus we might intersect at a time low-point, leading to some disputes."

"But, Your Majesty, there is no danger here."

"You can make any decision freely."

The Fusang Saintess said: "At this moment, the two True Immortals in the Ten Thousand Laws Emperor Heaven, the Sun Divine Son, and the Seven Kills Sword Son are severely injured, and no other being can pose a threat to you."

Everything she did was very meticulous, taking all aspects into consideration; this timing was no coincidence.

"Inside here, it should be an old acquaintance."

The Fusang Saintess speculated.

A sect that had entangled with the Fusang Holy Land for countless years and multiple eras yet was never regarded as a rival, never truly acknowledged.

She meticulously recounted many things, various plans, in a style commonly seen in Magic Cultivator disciples who take one step and see a thousand.

But the Sword Cultivator, before these words even appeared, had already slashed out a sword, tearing through space and time, revealing this veil of time fog.

Within the layers of time curtains, a woman with snow-white skin, extremely beautiful, bent over slightly to salute.

"Supreme Great Sun Sword Son."

The beautiful woman’s voice was charming and alluring, tingling to the core.

Jiang Ding stared at her without speaking.

Moments later, he frowned slightly, sheathing the sword, no longer paying attention to this being.

Because it wasn’t the main body.

"In this era’s time low-point treasure struggle, the Hehuan Holy Land failed again."

The beautiful woman sighed.

The Fusang Holy Land possesses the Fusang Divine Tree, naturally standing at the high point of time-space, able to most efficiently utilize the tides of time, possessing significant geographical advantages, always finding stronger beings, and so the Hehuan Holy Land failed time and again in such struggles, never succeeding.

This era was no different.

The Fusang Saintess ignored her, as if she were air, much like a phoenix never notices a brightly feathered rooster, an insurmountable chasm between the two.

Among the wind sounds came a gentle sword hum.

Sheathing the sword wasn’t an act of mercy or compassion but because a mere avatar was unworthy of receiving a strike from the Taiqing Flying Sword; didn’t deserve such honor, and thus, the sword qi within the wind was the appropriate end for her.

"Supreme Great Sun Sword Son,"

"I wish to discuss with you the path inferred casually by the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor in his twilight years, the Quasi-Ninth Rank Dao Fruit Daoist."

The Hehuan Daoist was not panicked, chuckling lightly.

In this era, the Hehuan Daoist was an Eighth-step Daoist, one of the strongest Daoist disciples in the endless starry sky, naturally carrying a composed demeanor.

The sharp and fiery sword qi rested firmly on the Hehuan Daoist’s forehead, the tip piercing the snow-white tender skin, a drop of deep red blood slowly flowing out, gem-like transparent.

The Hehuan Daoist gazed at this sword qi, her heart shivering.

She had long heard of the current age Daoists’ strength but hadn’t taken much heed, for she too was not an ordinary Eighth-step Daoist, being one of the strongest Daoist disciples at the Immortal Dynasty’s end, naturally carrying some pride, not considering herself inferior to peers.

Now, witnessing this sword qi, she wavered.

"Fellow Hehuan Daoist,"

The sword qi silently dissipated, Jiang Ding’s tone gentle and very congenial.

No matter where or when, he warmly welcomed discussions on advancing further on the Immortal Path; they were truly good fellow daoists.

"Indeed, the Swordsman embodies the Red Heart Sword Dao."

"Hehuan greatly envies it."

The Hehuan Daoist smiled slightly, her voice soft and enchanting, narrating: "The Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor seemed to have foreseen at life’s end the impending collapse of the future Immortal Dynasty, the dwindling royal bloodline, and thus began attempting to birth a True Immortal in acquired nature, stabilizing the birth of True Immortals generation after generation."

"To shelter future descendants and humankind."

"This was the source of the Dao Fruit Technique, a fleeting thought of a Human Emperor."

The Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Dynasty had already collapsed and perished; this was history.

"Even the strongest Human Emperor couldn’t reverse the great power of time."

The Hehuan Daoist sighed: "After attempting the inference for a while, the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor gave up on this path, deeming it impossible, casually discarding it."

"The casually discarded draft was regarded as a supreme treasure by the Ten Thousand Laws Royal Family."

"The Dao Fruit Technique spread from this point throughout the endless starry sky, continuously developing until today, giving rise to the possibility of a Quasi-Ninth Rank Dao Fruit Daoist in our era."

"This is the root of countless bloodbaths of this era."

She detailed to this green-clothed youth the imperial politics of this era, deeply rooted turmoils, and the ultimate causes of conflict and slaughter.

’Mad Venerable’ Beidou Venerable’s many actions, the Hehuan Venerable, and the final Ten Thousand Laws Emperor Weizi Cheng introducing the Divine Dao Demon Race Alliance Army to invade the Ten Thousand Laws Emperor Heaven, personally destroying the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Dynasty, and other such behaviors’ origins.