Jiang Ding appeared within another Teleportation Array.
His eyes were filled with cold light. Without saying a word, he poured all the vast residual mana and sword intent from Burning Essence Blood into the black jade coffin in his hand.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, Ming Guangzi's Spiritual Sense Imprint, left behind a thousand years ago, vanished completely. He had fully taken control of this inheritance.
Within his heart,
that uneasy premonition of being locked onto at every moment disappeared.
"Xi Ping'an?"
"What is this person's relationship with Xi Yuan, the Last Great Sun Sword Master? His talent does not seem all that impressive."
Jiang Ding murmured.
This person had taken the path of combining incense offerings with sword intent.
It looked majestic and supremely exalted, but in truth, it was inferior to the Great Sun Sword Dao and carried countless hidden dangers. He would inevitably encounter a bottleneck in the future, with an enormous possibility of losing himself amid the desires and obsessions born of incense offerings.
After that, there were no further surprises.
Jiang Ding flickered through Teleportation Arrays dozens of times before finally leaving the Northern Plains completely and arriving in the Spiritless Desert.
Crack!
Jiang Ding slashed with his sword, physically severing this long-range Teleportation Array.
"More or less enough. At this distance, even a Deity Transformation Cultivator cannot arrive within several months. Besides, he does not know where I am. He can only search for a needle in the sea, and even after spending decades or centuries searching the entire world, he may not find me."
Jiang Ding used Internal View to examine his spiritual sense and body.
Fortunately, he had merely burned two or three drops of essence blood. He was Severely Wounded, but his foundation had not been damaged. A few decades of