Hundreds of millions of sword cultivators stared at the Youth in Green Robes with strange expressions, their eyes brimming with longing.
"You want a fragment of my divided soul?"
Jiang Ding stared at the eight-month-old infant before him.
"Yes, Immortal Lord."
"No matter how wondrous cultivation technique canons are, how could they compare to the mysteries of your sword soul?"
The Supreme Sword Son smiled shyly, his voice as pleasant as an infant's.
"Then come."
"Unfortunately, you are still too weak. You have yet to grow."
Jiang Ding sighed softly.
He had never thought anything was wrong with the sword cultivator he had nurtured for so long stabbing him in the back. He had never felt betrayed. This was what a true Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivator should be.
The only pity was that he was too weak.
Even though this was merely a divided soul Jiang Ding had sent over, possessing less than one percent of his own power, this living being was still far too weak.
"Hahaha!"
"Immortal Lord, you truly speak without reserve!"
The Supreme Sword Son laughed loudly.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha..."
Hundreds of millions of male, female, young, and old sword cultivators laughed as well. Hoarse, childish, and aged voices blended together, forming terrifying ripples that shattered souls as they spread in waves through all directions, rumbling as they destroyed space.
Buzz!
The entire Great Dream Sword Realm began to operate.
This dream that had already been usurped transformed into a horrifying killing intent. As it rumbled into motion, the hundreds of millions of male, female, young, and old sword cultivators burned themselves amid their laughter, turning into supreme soul swords of varying forms and auras. Under the enhancement of the Dream World, hundreds of millions of blood soul swords became a terrifying grand formation that stirred