Jiang Ding put away the many aerospace aircraft carriers and fighter jets. One hand resting on his sword hilt, he stood alone amid the stars, gazing at the distant river of stars, unsure what he was thinking.
After an unknown amount of time had passed.
A patch of black mist gathered within the starry river, revealing the figure of a short, fat black man.
"Sword Son."
Hei gave a slight bow. "The Sword Pavilion's inheritance has already been concentrated upon you. At present, no one shares the authority of the Great Sun Sword Son. You may possess everything of the Sword Pavilion."
At that instant, Jiang Ding sensed many invisible barriers appearing around him.
There were barriers of karma, barriers of space, and even more barriers of the Sword Dao, preventing powerful enemies from divining him and giving him enough room to grow.
"Can you locate Ming Guangzi?"
Jiang Ding asked.
Ming Guangzi possessed the final legacy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.
It was a terrifyingly vast fortune, enough to drive any Immortal Sect in the Nine Spirit Domain mad. He was also a worldly man, no exception.
"No."
Hei refused. "First, I will not participate in battles other than those against enemies above your grade. Second, I may not harm a Great Sun Sword Son, even a former Great Sun Sword Son. I cannot even be remotely involved."
"The Successive Generations of Great Sun Sword Masters placed strict restrictions upon me. I cannot touch anything related to this."
"Unless I develop consciousness and emotions."
"But then, that would be far too dangerous for the Sword Pavilion's inheritance."
"According to the estimates of the Successive Generations of Great Sun Sword Masters, if the Sword Pavilion does not produce a new Great Sun Sword Master within one hundred and fifty