Time flowed on.
Before they knew it, five thousand years had passed.
"Stand!"
"Good day, Teacher!"
A large group of Deity Transformation Cultivators stood and bowed.
They were clearly old cultivators who had schemed deeply across realms, people whose every movement should have concealed unfathomable depths, weathered by countless years.
Yet in truth, these Deity Transformation Cultivators looked utterly innocent and adorably foolish. They stood with their hands folded, like obedient little children, elementary school students.
It was rather baffling.
Yet to cultivators who had lived through even longer ages, such a sight was nothing unusual.
No matter how weathered a cultivator might be, before their teachers and parents, they often displayed a certain childishness—a childishness that was difficult to change throughout their lives.
"Mm."
"Students, sit down."
Jiang Ding waved his hand.
Whoosh!
The large group of Deity Transformation Cultivators obediently sat down.
Jiang Ding carefully looked over these students he had spent so many years with.
Vermilion Bird Dao Child now looked like an adult, graceful and elegant. There were also Suantian Dao Child and the others. Every student here was a Dao Child; the sages of old had laid deep foundations for them, making them extraordinary from birth.
There were two hundred and ninety-seven Dao Children.
True Dao Children, not Dao Fruit Dao Children.
This was an utterly terrifying force. Though they were still young, only at the Nascent Soul Stage, and had only just begun taking part in the True Immortal Technique, they had already displayed research and development capabilities that made people look askance. Every day brought a constant stream of strange new ideas, enough to make even Great Sun Sword Son slap the table in amazement.
By nurturing these Dao Children, Jiang Ding had accumulated abundant teaching experience.
If there was a next time,