Clang!
Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed at the starry sky, leaving behind a pitch-black line several thousand kilometers long.
This black line hung frozen in the void, utterly motionless. No matter how the cosmic storms swayed, it did not change in the slightest, as though it had existed eternally.
"This line..."
Jiang Ding examined it closely.
He discovered that the black line could not be observed with divine sense. The instant his divine sense touched it, it vanished without a trace. There was no sign of any attack—it simply disappeared instantly, as if it had entered a world where divine sense itself did not exist.
Thus, he could only observe the black line with his naked eyes and use divine sense to inspect the areas beyond it.
"Materialistic!"
"Within this line, there are no rules and no spiritual energy. It has become like the Mother Universe. The Supreme Clarity Flying Sword has also lost all its divine radiance, leaving only sharpness, speed, and durability, cutting through all things..."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
And sharpness and speed!
Those were the very foundations of the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword's existence, its strongest aspects. The treasure of Void Refinement Space, refined for thousands of years, had been strengthened entirely in those directions—a single, extreme path.
This was the ability the Materialistic Solar Sword Soul had brought him.
His strength had undergone a tremendous change. Perhaps Void Refinement was no longer merely something he could rival.
Instead, he had begun to surpass some Void Refinement cultivators...
Naturally, this was only speculation.
Until he truly saw Void Refinement blood, none of it could be counted for anything.
Jiang Ding ended a period of cultivation, switched places with his avatar, ate with his family, and then arrived at the deepest part of