Jiang Ding returned to the Yinkong Island dormitory he had left sixty years ago.
It was still the same as before: no rooms, no bedrooms, no pill furnace, no spirit beast pens—just a mirror-smooth metal floor throughout.
Quite a few places were still pitted and uneven, scars left behind long ago during the Nascent Soul treasure heavenly tribulation of the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword. They had never been repaired.
These traces represented the history of the past.
For some reason, he increasingly did not want the traces of the past to be covered over and vanish. He wanted them to remain as they were.
"I truly wish I could control time, so that life would leave behind no regrets..."
Jiang Ding murmured.
His figure vanished.
Tushan Immortal City.
A Youth in Green Robes opened his eyes.
In that instant, the souls of countless Golden Core Cultivators, countless Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and nine Nascent Soul True Lords spread throughout the Northern Plains all trembled. Complex emotions instinctively rose in their hearts: fear, panic, wild delight, and more.
Then killing intent arose in many hearts.
Many long-laid plans quietly surfaced in their minds.
Nascent Soul True Lords would never become another's slaves!
"The Tushan Maids weren't wiped out. They seem to have developed quite well..."
Jiang Ding took a look.
He did not particularly care about the wariness, killing intent, uncertainty, and other emotions transmitted by the many Dao Soldier imprints in his Sea of Consciousness.
Within his Sea of Consciousness, specks of sword-shaped imprints were arranged in perfect order, scattered like stars around their various cores.
Their number was 108,000!
108,000 Dao Soldiers at Foundation Establishment or above, including a great many Golden Core Cultivators and even nine newly advanced Nascent Soul True Lords!
Having developed to this point, the