The Quick Sword Wasn't Quick

Jiang Xue looked at Li Ye's expression and sighed. "I entered the Dao through the Quick Sword, and comprehended space and time on my own."

"I attained the Dao ten thousand years ago without a master. If I'd had even a few pages of scripture, I would've already combined the two and formed the Space-time Great Dao."

By "without a master," he meant that he'd had no master to guide him in matters of space and time.

"Ten thousand years?"

"Then you really are something."

A flicker of surprise crossed Li Ye's face.

What era had it been ten thousand years ago?

Ancestor Qin had just swept away the great tribulation of the heavens. The ancient era had only just come to an end, the myriad Dao were withering, Spiritual Qi had run dry, and the stars had dimmed.

Cultivation had been incomparably difficult.

The great cultivators of the Immortal Spirit Continent—Shangguan Ming, the Evil Ancestor Cheng Bufan, and Li Xian'e—were all dazzling talents. Yet even with their gifts, they had failed to attain the Dao in the few thousand years after the ancient era ended.

Jiang Xue had actually stepped into the Saint realm during that special period, just after the ancient era had ended.

His talent was simply terrifying.

Jiang Xue's cultivation was... the Saint Sixth Heaven.

"But things are different now."

"I've met you."

"This seat happens to be proficient in a Soul Refining Technique. Once I obtain your inheritance, my Great Dao will be complete."

"You killed my senior brother, Cold Face. Of course, I don't care about him, but he was connected to me, so he can't have died for nothing. That's why you have to die too, along with everyone connected to you."

"Considering your inheritance of time, I'll spare those here who have