Jiang Ding sat on the Crystal Divine Throne, wearing the Taiqing Flying Sword at his waist.
His demeanor was indifferent and detached, an Ancient Emperor of the Endless Starry Sky, an invincible being overlooking the Human World across countless reincarnations.
Yet at a certain moment, accompanied by the tearing sound of a seed coat, a blade of grass appeared on the forehead of the green-clothed youth.
This blade of grass was dark green, with fine serrations along the edges and delicate white needle-like hairs on the surface, looking as inconspicuous as the common roadside weed, with nothing strange about it.
The only strange thing was that this blade of grass appeared on the blood and flesh of the Human Emperor!
"Nine Leaves, Sword Emperor..."
Jiang Ding thought coldly.
