The Ten-Thousand-Year Pact

"Clean sweep?"

Jiang Ding neither confirmed nor denied it.

He said nothing more, gazing at the clouds on the horizon, at the spiritual energy gradually gathering into a funnel shape, and at the dark clouds slowly spreading toward them. No one knew what he was thinking.

The surrounding maids felt as though they had fallen into an icy abyss, trembling all over.

After several decades, many Foundation Establishment Cultivators recalled the name of the Tushan Sword Cultivator. An entire Tushan Demon Country had been wiped out by him, leaving not a single suit of armor behind.

The entire demon cultivator population had vanished from Tushan, becoming history recorded in ancient books.

And now, would they suffer the same fate?

Several days later, rolling dark clouds gathered, blotting out the sky and sun. Amid rumbling thunder, a bolt of lightning struck down. The dark clouds dispersed, and a powerful aura slowly rose, spreading in all directions.

"A high-grade Golden Core... not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

A Heavenly Spirit Root already had over an eighty percent chance of successfully forming a core. With a few auxiliary spiritual items added in, and with a Canon-grade Cultivation Technique being cultivated, forming a core was as sure as ten out of ten. The only question was the quality of the Golden Core.

A high-grade Golden Core was considered rather good even among Heavenly Spirit Root cultivators, placing one among the leading group.

From where the thunderclouds had dispersed, a woman in a green dress flew over. The aura of her newly formed Golden Core was conspicuous. Arriving before him, her long skirt trailing across the ground, she bowed deeply. "Greetings, Master."

The First Attendant of Spring, Spring Sword.

After several decades apart, she was still bright-eyed and fine-toothed, radiant and moving. Moreover, she had