"Reached the limit..."
"Only three years."
Jiang Ding sighed.
Legend had it that the child of a True Immortal took nine thousand years to gestate, nine thousand years to be born, and another nine thousand years to reach adulthood.
He wondered when he would ever attain such a realm.
He was still far, far away from it.
For a Golden Core Cultivator, the next step was for the Nascent Soul to tear through its fetal raiment and emerge into the world.
"Tear,"
"I'm tearing, tearing, tearing..."
The tiny Nascent Soul formed from Jiang Ding's divine soul stood atop the three-inch Supreme Clarity Flying Sword, puffing out his cheeks as his two pale little hands strained, strained, and strained again, trying to rip apart the sword's fetal raiment and be born.
This process was not difficult. Ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators could generally cross this threshold with ease.
"Tear!"
"I'm tearing..."
Jiang Ding felt as though his face was about to turn blue from holding his breath.
Yet the sword's fetal raiment was sturdier than divine gold. No matter how hard he tried, he could not cut it apart. This fetal raiment and the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword shared the same origin and were one body; he simply could not use the sword's edge against it.
"Can't tear it apart..."
Jiang Ding's little face fell in dejection.
In this state of life, he was unprecedentedly young and tender, as though he had returned to his earliest childhood, playing at his mother's side.
"If I can't tear it apart, then I won't."
Jiang Ding's expression returned to calm.
Under danger, the experience of several centuries took over his instincts, and he was no longer affected.
"Then I'll just go out directly!"
Whoosh!
Jiang Ding's body suddenly went rigid. A round Golden Core flew