Jiang Ding walked upon the earth.
He revealed his True Body without concealing anything, taking one step after another across the lands of the Thunderflame Domain, carefully observing the clouds, flowers, grass, trees, and passersby by the roadside.
Before the great battle, his heart was calmer than ever before.
He suddenly realized that these utterly ordinary things in daily life seemed to contain so much beauty, enough to intoxicate the heart.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Do I know my death is drawing near, and so instinctively cling to the Mortal World?"
Jiang Ding smiled.
He did not care, nor did he fret over gains and losses or sink into a mess of wild imaginings.
"Kill!"
"This sword..."
"You're courting death..."
All around him was chaos. Many cultivators were fighting, and at least half were sword cultivators. Sword intent sword cultivators, once so scarce that a whole nation might not contain even one, were everywhere here like weeds by the roadside.
They were upper-realm sword cultivators who had come following the inherited sword cultivators of the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm.
For sword cultivators, a life-and-death battle between high-level sword cultivators was an opportunity not to be missed. If they gained even a trace of insight while watching, it could equal centuries or millennia of bitter cultivation.
Moreover, after so many sword cultivators gathered together, opponents rarely seen in ordinary times could be found everywhere here.
After two sword cultivators met, the process was often like this: they would discuss heaven and earth, converse on mysteries and the Dao, exchange experiences in sword techniques and the sword Dao, and both would gain much from it.
Then they would confirm one another as opponents and draw their swords.
In the end, most often one side died. The victor collected the loser's Natal Flying