"North Plains..."
Jiang Ding's eyes gleamed green.
"No, not the North Plains—the entire world. The people of this world all need saving."
"Those damned demonic cultivators, man-eating Demon Race, that bullshit Aristocratic Clan bloodline, and all that other messy Heretical Incense Worship—they're all scourges upon the world. Clear them out one by one and return justice to all living beings beneath heaven."
"So what if the previous Great Sun Sword Son vanished? I didn't use any immortal arts!"
"But I'm still too weak... Wait a little longer."
Jiang Ding calmed the uncontrollable sense of justice in his heart.
For now, he allocated 52 billion Low-grade Spirit Stones to purchase a piece of Number Four Synthetic Geng Metal from the Immortal Sect Immortal Capital Steel Group.
Only a few minutes after payment, a palm-sized piece of pure gold Geng Metal pierced through space and appeared before Jiang Ding. Several thousand kilometers were practically no different from face-to-face.
This piece of Number Four Geng Metal shone with dazzling brilliance and possessed boundless sharpness. Any wisp of its aura could pierce space; suppressing and killing Nascent Soul Cultivators would be as easy as cutting grass, requiring no effort at all.
This was a top-grade fifth-tier material, a Peak Deity Transformation-grade material.
At this point, Jiang Ding had exhausted all his Spirit Stones. Not a single one remained in his pockets. He had become a complete and utter Broke Ghost.
Forget buying things—even his money for daily cultivation and social dealings was gone.
"It's fine, it's fine."
"Though a thousand gold may scatter away, it will come back again. Being able to spend money is a good thing; it represents a cultivator's potential."
Jiang Ding comforted himself.
Then, he took out all the Sunflame Crystals and piled them into a small heap on the