Jiang Ding gazed at the starry sky, lost in thought.
He stood still for a long time.
Inexplicable feelings of reluctance, regret, and dissatisfaction arose within him.
These emotions were so intense.
To the point where he couldn't even control himself.
Because, it seemed there was just one last battle left to become Emperor.
"Why?"
"This era!"
"This era! This damn era!"
Jiang Ding let out a low roar, his face becoming somewhat hideous, his expression twisting abruptly from calm to distorted: "Why isn't this era the Golden Era!"
"This is not an era where one can become Immortal!"
"Even the most basic material foundation is missing, how can one become Immortal?!"
"I would rather die in battle in the Golden Era, die at the hands of resurrected Ancient Emperors, than become Emperor in this era, achieving peak mediocrity!"
This sudden loss of control, typical of ordinary people, was very unseemly, extremely rare among cultivators, not to mention a True Immortal.
