Jiang Ding set down the Tushan Central Court archives and arrived in a hazy expanse of void.
This was the holy land of the countless cultivator clans of the Northern Plains, the key to the Northern Plains Clan's steady production of Nascent Soul Cultivators throughout the ages—the Royal Court Blessed Land.
The Royal Court Blessed Land did not move. It had always remained fixed here.
Yet no one had ever heard of an independent cultivator or external enemy breaking in and seizing vast opportunities.
Because this place possessed a fifth-tier high-grade formation!
A formation personally laid down by Celestial Lord Shuo Yang, even stronger than the Six Paths Sect's grand formation.
"However,"
"it's nothing special..."
Jiang Ding did not think much of it.
Celestial Lord Shuo Yang's talent was indeed one that shook the ages and dazzled the world.
If he had been born in the Immortal Sect's domain, even without any innate Dao body, his comprehension and aptitude would have been enough to contend for the position of Sword Heir in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.
Of course, that was merely an analogy. Strong comprehension was not necessarily connected to becoming a Great Sun Sword Heir; one also needed immense potential in the sword Dao.
For someone so outstanding, his formation... could only barely be called passable.
That was the gap in immortal Dao education, something acquired after birth.
Clang!
Jiang Ding flicked a finger, producing a clear, ethereal note.
Centered on his fingertip, thirty-six dragonlike blue-gold sword qis bloomed in an instant, tearing the sky into strips of fragments and revealing the scene within.
This was a secret realm more than a thousand kilometers across.
Its original form had been a fragment of shattered world-barrier. It could naturally draw in and expel heaven and earth spiritual qi, barely