After handling the funeral arrangements for a friend of the Great Dao, Jiang Ding looked toward the greatest gain of this journey.
Compared to this gain, any natural treasures or magical artifacts were not worth mentioning. It was the crystallization of the wisdom of countless heavenly geniuses and outstanding figures of the Upper Realm over tens of millions of years.
Heavenly Being Inheritance!
Buzz!
The void trembled. The Great Sun Heavenly Pool and Netherworld Pool blossomed from the void, shining brilliantly.
As magical artifacts mass-produced by Near-Immortal Grade experts of the Upper Realm, these two inherited treasures possessed an extremely high level of Immortal Path Technology, especially in fleeing for their lives and protecting inheritances. That was the signature skill of Sword Cultivators.
Not to mention that Jiang Ding had fled together with them.
"Sword Son,"
"Did you agree to coexist with the Taiyin Lineage?"
Yue flitted over in flashes, somewhat dissatisfied. "I was still planning to turn the Youming Sword Cave Heaven into a Sword Pavilion! How am I supposed to work if you do this?"
"They should all have been killed."
"None of the Taiyin Lineage are good people!"
"Because..."
Jiang Ding was about to speak when he was immediately interrupted by the surging killing intent beside him.
"Sun Lineage array spirit that has lost its restraints!"
"You damned, stupid, shameless, disgraceful, heaven-forsaken..."
A little girl with pupils black as ink appeared beside the Netherworld Pool. Pointing furiously at Yue's nose, she unleashed a torrent of abuse.
"...idiot!"
The Netherworld Pool delivered her final verdict.
"Oh?"
"I'm an idiot?"
Yue's gaze turned cold.
Without a second thought, she raised a slender, pale finger and stabbed it toward the Netherworld Pool's glabella. It flashed by in an instant, blazing and destructive—one of the pinnacle sword arts of the Great