This was a half-spider, half-human young man with dry, yellowing hair.
Faced with the provocation of this junior who seemed to have newly advanced to Heavenly Monarch, he merely stared at him fixedly, staring and staring, without taking a single step forward for a long while.
Nor did he take a single step back.
Jiang Ding, too, seemed not to care much about him.
His divine sense swept the surroundings on its own, assessing the extent of the damage to the Six Paths of Reincarnation Wusheng Grand Formation, whether it could be used, what new formation artifacts needed to be refined, how much they would cost, and so on.
Who knew how much time passed.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
"Great Sun Sword Son, Your Highness,"
The half-human, half-spider young man bowed slightly. Without a trace of the arrogance and domineering manner of his divided soul, he said hoarsely, "After more than two thousand years, I see you once again."
"More than two thousand years ago, you met my father in the Royal Court Blessed Land, when he had been driven into sealing by the torment of the strange Immortal Technique. Even now, when I recall that scene, it remains vivid before my eyes."
"If you had not gone mad in the end and insisted on killing my father, even Xi Ping'an's attempts to dissuade you proving useless, I think we might have become friends."
"Oh?"
Jiang Ding's gaze narrowed slightly, and his thoughts calculating the formation came to a halt.
The other party was naturally not talking about him.
He was talking about the previous Great Sun Sword Son, Ming Guangzi.
Ming Guangzi seemed to have fallen into the bloodthirsty flaw inherent to Great Sun Sword Sons. Unable to find a powerful foe, he had directly chosen the self-sealed Shuoyang Heavenly