Ever since Jiang Ding advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage, he had been rather listless.
There was nothing to be done about it. After advancing—especially after the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword endured the artifact tribulation of the Void Refinement Space—he had felt utterly hollow inside, falling into a state even more despairing than Xi Yuan's back then.
Yes, slightly despairing.
Back then, Xi Yuan at least had the Eight Great Immortal Sects, as well as a faction that, though still very weak, had displayed immense potential. The future was promising.
Though they really had been poor, life could still go on.
But what about him?
He was much stronger than Xi Yuan had been!
There was no doubt about that. The histories of the Nine Great Immortal Sects and the Great Sun Sword Pavilion clearly recorded the strength of every generation of Great Sun Sword Sons, as well as the advances in Immortal Path Technology.
Xi Yuan had nearly been unable to lift the lid off the pot back then. Could Jiang Ding possibly be doing any better?
Most likely, he did not even have a pot anymore!
From now on, there would be no opponent of the same realm within the domain. That was the despair of sword cultivators.
Either their enemies were too strong to challenge at all, or they were too weak—ants that could be wiped out in droves with a flick of a finger, unworthy of even a glance, incapable of drawing any attention.
Without opponents, sword arts and the sword dao could not improve quickly.
"Ha ha ha..."
Jiang Ding laughed wildly without end, looking at the Nine Great Dao Children with an intimate, gentle, and scorching gaze.
Originally, he had scoffed at Xi Yuan's indulgence toward the growth of the Eight Great Immortal Sects