Jiang Ding gazed at the many Sword Dao Heavenly Talents of the Endless Starry Sky.
Among them, many delayed dream communication techniques had been applied. Some had spoken with him a thousand years ago, only to be known by him at this moment.
Among these fellow Daoists,
many had killing intent in their eyes; some possessed ambition, while others yearned for something. This was perfectly ordinary. Sword cultivators had always been like this.
Yet the greatest number of sword cultivators had eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.
This gave rise to an indescribable feeling within him.
He was merely an ordinary man who devoted himself wholeheartedly to his own Dao Path. Could he truly receive so much gratitude as well?
"Greetings, fellow Daoists."
Jiang Ding gave a slight nod and said with a trace of emotion, "A mere few tens of thousands of years have passed, yet you have already transformed from ignorant children into mighty experts ruling over regions of the starry sky. Thinking of it, it truly feels somewhat like a dream."
"The great power of time brings forth boundless creation."
"Here, I congratulate you all. The journey here must not have been easy. You must have passed through many hardships and perils."
"Hahaha!"
"Thank you, Immortal Lord, for your grace in transmitting the Dao back then."
Many Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators laughed heartily.
At this moment, as they looked back upon the past, they were indeed filled with emotion. How many brushes with death had there been? How many moments balanced upon the line between life and death? How many friends had already passed away? Fortunately, they had overcome it all.
"What grace in transmitting the Dao could there be?"
"This Lord already said long ago that this was merely mutual support between this Lord and