The Alchemy Cauldron Immortal Sect's Alchemy Cauldron Dao Child was dead?
Jiang Ding was slightly dazed.
How many years had it been? A mortal enemy from long ago had now died, and he actually felt a trace of sorrow.
This was not sorrow for that Dao Child.
It was sorrow for the passage of time.
Would there one day come a time when every living being he had known in this world had died, leaving only him alone, with everyone he met and saw a stranger?
If one lived long enough, that day would inevitably come.
Jiang Ding sighed inwardly.
He looked down at a young Dao Integration Divine Lord whose aura was extraordinarily similar to that of the former Alchemy Cauldron Dao Child. Generation after generation, they had all been so alike.
This was inheritance.
It resembled Bloodline Inheritance, yet was even more important. So many demonic path titans, so many murderers with blood on their hands, had ultimately been unable to let go of their sect's inheritance, even if they did not like these younger disciples.
Because this inheritor among the younger generation looked so much like her—like her in her youth.
A cultivator died, gone forever.
Yet another living being similar to oneself appeared in this world. She had the same infancy, childhood, girlhood, middle age, old age... until death. Generation after generation, how alike they were to oneself.
Could this similar living being be the continuation of one's life?
In that instant, Jiang Ding understood why the Successive Generations of Great Sun Sword Masters had disliked the Great Sun Sword Son, yet still had not executed him, allowing him to grow.
"Greetings, Senior!"
The Alchemy Cauldron Divine Monarch rose and offered a proper salute.
She was a woman as tranquil as still water, wearing a magnificent