Jiang Ding silently listened to Xi Yuan's various words.
This person was his mortal enemy.
There was no doubt about it. Four thousand years ago, countless of Jiang Ding's ancestors had died beneath this person's sword. For the survival of their citizens and the happy lives of their descendants, innumerable ancestors had marched forward one after another to die in battle, never once retreating.
If this person was alive, he would certainly spare no cost to kill him.
If he could not succeed for a time, then he would lie low and wait, gathering strength until the day he could succeed.
Yet under these premises, this person was also a fellow Daoist walking the same path as him, with certain fundamental shared interests that no degree of hatred could affect.
Within the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, these two things did not seem contradictory.
Great Sun Sword Sons had always been born only in the Great Sun Sword Master's later years. This was not without reason. When two Great Sun Sword Masters appeared, it would inevitably end with one side defeated and dead, or with both sides perishing together.
Even if the two sides held no hatred whatsoever, even if they were on excellent terms, none of that could affect the Sacred Sword Combat.
Being on good terms was one thing. That did not stop me from beating you to death.
"...That is roughly the situation regarding the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm and the Upper Realm. These are matters only Sword Masters would know."
"However, this information is somewhat outdated. It concerns events from over five hundred thousand years ago."
The Great and Tall Living Being, whose form was blurred and radiated infinite light, smiled. "That is no matter. There is an Upper Realm Void Refinement cultivator in this starry