Several months passed in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes, revealing weary pupils.
His soul, meridians, flesh, and body had all been grievously injured. Preventing the wounds from worsening had already consumed much of his energy.
In fact, Shenji Heavenly Monarch had asked him whether he wanted to take some risks and return to the Void Refinement Battlefield, so he could be sent back to the Immortal Sect to recuperate.
However, Jiang Ding had refused.
His physical injuries could still hold on. The main reason was to ensure they did not worsen.
The secondary reason was that the Minor World's boundary walls could block assassination attempts by Void Refinement Great Powers. In truth, this was the safest place, even safer than the distant flagship.
These old monsters had lived for far too long.
The bearing of a great power and their reputation were not things they needed to consider at all. Their friends, relatives, and teachers from the same era had long since died. Even if they wanted to save face, they would not know before whom to save it, or who might mock them.
If such a thing truly happened, it might even bring a trace of amusement to their dull lives.
"The injuries have barely stopped worsening. I can move around a little."
Jiang Ding let out a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterward, his expression brightened. His divine sense entered his Sea of Consciousness, watching the changes within the Glabella Space.
After several months, the space had expanded somewhat more amid the chaos and lightning at its edges.
But that was not what Jiang Ding had been looking forward to.
According to experience, after killing the Shadow Demon Dao Child and Tian Xuanzi, there should have been a great eruption of inspiration. This