Whose Is the World's Sword Dao Wisdom?

Jiang Ding was truly angry.

Cultivators slaughtered one another for Natural Treasures, for grudges and passions. Today you killed me, tomorrow I killed him; it was all a chaotic mess, with no justice to speak of.

So long as they did not massacre mortals on a massive scale, betray the interests of their race, or use humans as cultivation materials.

There was nothing to say about it. Each relied on their own abilities.

But this sort of act that destroyed the Sword Dao Foundation was something he utterly detested.

They were digging up his roots!

For all he knew, some Sword Dao genius who could have inspired him in the future had just died, delaying his future cultivation by years or even decades. Who could he possibly reason with over that?

Only Great Prosperity of Sword Dao!

Only when prodigies and outstanding figures emerged in endless succession could the strongest Sword Dao powerhouses at the pinnacle go farther.

"Calm down..."

"Calm down."

Jiang Ding drew a deep breath. "This sort of wasteful, foundation-destroying behavior is the norm throughout history. History always rises in a spiral. There will always be scum who abandon the long-term development of Sword Dao for their own short-term interests. It is nothing unusual. I need to learn to get used to the existence of such scum."

"If Sword Dao geniuses die, then they die. It is regrettable, but there is nothing to be done."

Jiang Ding concealed himself and tracked the Black Robed Man before him for several months. Only after the other party had finished his work and flown toward the Great Sun Sword Sect did Jiang Ding finally stop, watching him leave.

"True Person Blood Bone..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

This Black Robed Man was none other than True Person Blood Bone, a