Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Fusang Empress was stunned, her big eyes slightly widened, adorably.

She remembered, the Nine-leaf Sword Emperor seemed to be a very handsome male emperor?

”Weeds have no gender.”

”There’s no need for assumptions.”

Jiang Ding slightly shook his head and continued.

”With the assistance of this Empress, the Grass Character Immortal Sword Scripture rapidly advanced, and the Youlin Sword Emperor finally saw the road of the Forbidden Area Ancient Emperor, beginning to envision many things and plan long-term futures.”

”After thirty million years in the first life, the Youlin Sword Emperor took the Undying Immortal Medicine, living out a second life, starting to cultivate his path.”

”Then... he died.”

Jiang Ding paused in his speech, revealing a look of confusion.

He never imagined that the Youlin Sword Emperor, an Ancient Emperor of his era, would die prematurely after only experiencing one life, having just lost the absolute protection of the Heavenly Dao.

There were many inexplicable things in this.

”No one knows what happened.”

”It’s only known that subsequently, the Nine-leaf Sword Emperor rose rapidly, achieving True Immortal, then becoming a Sword Emperor, with no vacuum period after the Emperor’s departure.”

When an Ancient Emperor departs, the world quiets for a time.

For instance, if the Supreme Great Sun Ancient Emperor were to sleep, no new Emperors could emerge for millions or even billions of years due to a lack of something in the world.

But the Nine-leaf Sword Emperor was not affected like that.

The only known fact is that the Youlin Sword Emperor, a Human Race Sword Emperor, spiraled out of control and was slain by the very weed he nurtured, making the sitting Emperor a target of reverse slaying by a lower rank cultivator—a joke that could last until the universe’s end.

Critically, the Empress of the weedy kind was the one who reverse slew.

”Your Majesty,”

This made the Fusang Empress slightly annoyed, somewhat aggrieved.

Currently, the Supreme Great Sun Ancient Emperor’s first life was halfway through, with just over ten million years left before the second life, bearing many similarities to the era described.

”Hahaha!”

”Soft persimmon, don’t worry...”

Seeing her pout, Jiang Ding chuckled slightly, pinching her cheeks: ”There’s no need to worry; if I die at your hands, and especially by the sword way, I would die without regret and harbor no resentment; it would be a more excellent sword cultivator growing upon my remains.”

”It’s nothing.”

”I don’t want it this way.”

”I don’t need it.”

The Fusang Empress’s eyes reddened, suddenly shaking her head.

”Then,”

”Then forget it.”

Jiang Ding sighed softly, stroked her hair, and removed a dark green grass seed from within, crushing it casually.

This was the gift of the Nine-leaf Sword Emperor from years ago that he had long noticed but ignored because it was entirely harmless and instead represented an opportunity for a lower tier cultivator to reverse slay an emperor.

How could he bear to seize the Empress’ opportunity, given their long association?

However, the grass seed never sprouted.

Hence forget it.

His Empress indeed lacked much ambition.