Jiang Ding appeared in the Spiritless Desert. After spending some time, he arrived at a long-range Teleportation Array and vanished.
The next moment,
after passing through several Teleportation Arrays and crossing an immense distance, he appeared in Tushan Immortal City.
"It has been several hundred years since I last saw this place's scenery with my own eyes..."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
At this moment, he recalled his childhood—his first arrival in the Land of Three Kingdoms, his first establishment of Tushan Immortal City, and the many times he had gained and then lost it all again.
His spiritual sense connected to the scattered starlike Spiritual Sense Imprints of the Maid Squad in his Sea of Consciousness, allowing him to learn intelligence from every quarter, especially intelligence concerning the Great Sun Sword Sect.
More than fifty years had passed.
One Hundred and Eight Thousand Maids had lost some members. Clearly, the chaos of war or searches by hostile forces had reduced their numbers. Or perhaps some Foundation Establishment Realm maids had simply failed to break through to the Golden Core Realm, exhausted their lifespans, and helplessly passed away in meditation.
Such things were common.
More than fifty years was most of a Qi Refining cultivator's life. For Foundation Establishment cultivators, it was enough to carry them from the prime of life into old age; they were no longer young.
During that time, countless vivid and complicated tales of love, hatred, and entanglement would unfold. It was unlike the dull, monotonous closed-door cultivation of high-level cultivators.
"One Hundred and Eight Thousand... It seems they carried out the order to lie low quite well, without obeying in public while defying in private."
Jiang Ding felt somewhat satisfied, and somewhat regretful.
"As for the situation in the Northern Plains, it has changed tremendously