Jiang Ding looked around.
Pillars of golden light rose to connect with the Great Sun star above and descended to join the earth's spirit veins below. Relying on the Great Sun Sword Sect's many Fourth-grade Spirit Veins and the spiritual power accumulated over many years, they erupted with terrifying Deity Transformation Pressure, their soul aura vast as mountains and seas.
Yes, Deity Transformation Pressure.
He spent every day fooling around with the people of the Golden Emperor Palace and Heavenly Monarch Mie Ri. He could still tell what Deity Transformation Pressure was.
"What a pity..."
"You do not seem to be a Deity Transformation Cultivator."
Jiang Ding looked toward the center of the formation array and said calmly, "You seem to be at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, or middle stage? You had just advanced into the Nascent Soul Realm when you fought someone, fled in miserable defeat, or perhaps simply died—just as you did three thousand years ago, a frightened dog with no home."
Many years ago, Jiang Ding had encountered the remnant soul of an old cultivator attached to Han Lin. He had said that he had once met the founding ancestor of the Great Sun Sword Sect and claimed that he was a Deity Transformation Cultivator.
Jiang Ding had once believed it to be true.
Now that he faced the real thing, he could say with certainty that the previous Great Sun Sword Son had only been in the Nascent Soul Realm. He was merely very easy to mistake for one, highly deceptive.
Because he might have been able to kill a Deity Transformation Cultivator.
Jiang Ding's divine sense no longer touched the Broken Sword Tip.
"..."
The ancient, weathered sigh fell silent.
"Eastern Extreme Demonic Sect cultivators still enjoy winning arguments with their tongues. That has