A dozen-odd years was a span of time.
In the life of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, it was relatively brief; ordinary cultivation alone could make it pass by.
Jiang Ding's daily life consisted of cultivating, refining his flying sword, cooperating with the many Heavenly Monarchs of the Immortal Sect in research, and constantly watching the Northern Plains—especially the starry sky beyond the Great Sun Boundary Setting Array.
He also kept an eye on True Lord Great Love's location, lest he run off with the money.
Although Jiang Ding was quite wealthy now and did not care much about that, he hated being toyed with. More importantly, he was accustomed to keeping his promises: if he said he would kill someone, he would definitely kill them and never go back on his word.
On this day, wind and clouds churned over the Solar Abyss of the Great Sun Heavenly Pool.
A violent wind blew as Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth from tens of thousands of miles around surged in. Sunlight illuminated heaven and earth, then gathered toward the ten-thousand-meter-tall Sun God Wood, continuously converging until everything flowed into the dantian of the Youth in Green Robes beneath the tree.
At last, all auras calmed.
The Youth in Green Robes' aura surged by another measure, finally reaching its peak. His cultivation could advance no further.
"Nascent Soul Peak Stage!"
Jiang Ding opened his eyes.
A flash of dazzling golden light shot from his eyes, firing two golden sword lights outward and melting two deep black holes into the void. Space could not heal for a long while.
This was power accumulated through years of cultivation leaking out.
"A thousand years of cultivation..."
"No! What the hell is this? That damned sharp tongue Ming Guangzi has influenced me."
Jiang Ding abruptly shook