May I Still See My Young Heavenly Monarch After Nine Thousand Years

After class,

Jiang Ding did not return to the dormitory. He wandered through various parts of the Immortal Sect, tearing through space to travel from place to place, and before he knew it, he had arrived in his hometown, Rongcheng City.

Looking around, people came and went.

Elderly people in the twilight of their lives, middle-aged people bearing heavy burdens, spirited young people, and groups of kindergarten children wearing little yellow caps.

Old age, middle age, youth, childhood—it was like the course of a single life.

Looking around, he could no longer find anyone he knew in this hometown. His childhood companions, and the children of those companions, had all turned to dust, existing only in the memories of a few people.

There were only a handful of relatives left in this world, and soon they too would bid farewell.

"Mother..."

Jiang Ding murmured softly.

Lin Wanqiu was two hundred and seven years old this year. She still had ninety-seven years before reaching her lifespan limit after its extension. She was currently at Foundation Establishment Late Stage, still a long way from Foundation Establishment Peak.

Moreover, after reaching Foundation Establishment Peak, there was almost no hope of pursuing the Golden Core path.

Her aptitude and talent were relatively ordinary. Even with a Golden Core Pill and numerous spiritual medicines for forming a core, it would still be so. Nothing would change.

Ninety-nine percent of people in this world were like this.

So ordinary, so impossible to salvage, with no hope of reaching Golden Core.

Even Dual Spiritual Roots geniuses, one in several hundred thousand, had to undergo slaughter and bloody battles, tempering their mana and divine soul before they could take a gamble on Golden Core.

Along the way, Foundation Establishment Cultivators who fell behind and died were as numerous