Jiang Ding and the Guangming Sword Master discussed the Dao for a long time, unaware of the passing years.
During this time, both sides meticulously comprehended the Great Sun Sword Dao and the Sun Sword Dao. Each gained something, their auras faintly rising and falling as both made considerable progress.
Throughout this process, both of their Sword Dao Foundations strengthened to a certain degree.
This was how sword cultivators whose paths shared the same origin mutually advanced one another. It was also the meaning behind the emergence of sects in the beginning. The friends of one's Dao friends came to be in precisely this way.
A friend of the Great Dao—one of the four great pillars of cultivation: wealth, companions, land, and methods.
Before they knew it, several decades had passed.
As the years flowed by, even the most wonderful discussion of the Dao would one day come to an end.
"That is all."
Jiang Ding looked somewhat sorrowfully at the Youming Sword Cave Heaven world cluster close at hand, then gave a deep formal salute. "Fellow Daoist Guangming, this is where we part."
"When we meet again, it will be the time for you and me to decide life and death."
"I wish you a safe journey."
His final words abruptly turned cold, overflowing with killing intent.
Yet they also contained a trace of grief and melancholy, as though an old acquaintance were about to depart forever, never to be seen again, and he was seeing him off.
"Great Sun Fellow Daoist,"
"Have a safe journey. I will look after your relatives and family for you, so do not worry."
The Guangming Sword Master replied with a smile as well.
The two looked at one another.
The scene suddenly fell silent.
Beneath their four eyes, they were so alike—both