Jiang Ding considered many questions.
The concealment and breath-suppressing spell on his body gradually began to operate. This time, however, he did not conceal his entire body and vanish from sight. Instead, he hid the parts of himself that belonged to the Myriad Transformation Magnetic Yuan Scripture and electromagnetism, drawing them in bit by bit as he transformed toward a pure Great Sun.
Gradually, an aura of scorching heat and destruction spread outward.
"Sword Son!"
"After thousands of years, the sect's cultivators have finally seen you once again."
True Monarch Xufang no longer had the slightest doubt. He bowed deeply in formal obeisance, incomparably respectful.
"Sword Son, are you going to grace the Great Sun Sword Sect with your presence?"
"Many changes have taken place within the sect, and people's hearts are in disarray. But that is no matter—you need only beat all those people to death, and a loyal, pure Great Sun Sword Sect will soon emerge."
True Monarch Xufang spoke humbly.
"A pure Sword Dao Sect will suppress all else. There will no longer be any Family Faction or Master-Disciple Faction, nor will there be any petty scheming, selfish interests, or internal chaos."
"We can resolve everything below Spirit Transformation for you."
These were things True Monarch Jianyang could not accomplish.
He could easily defeat Late Nascent Soul Cultivators, but he could not ensure their deaths.
If several late-stage Nascent Soul sword cultivators joined hands, along with numerous early- and mid-stage cultivators, True Monarch Jianyang would not dare act rashly.
"Everything below Spirit Transformation?"
Jiang Ding glanced at him, mercilessly exposing the truth.
"But you cannot even defeat the Great Sun Law Sect. Your strength is very weak."
"Including yours."
He added another sentence.
He had been chased about by six Demon Race cultivators of the same realm,