The half-man, half-centipede Daoist wore a desolate expression and remained silent, lost in thought. For a long while, he did not say a word.
"Fellow Daoist, could you spare me just this once?"
Centipede Celestial Lord raised his head and asked, "I am willing to honor you as my superior and serve you with the labor of a dog or horse."
"This world is vast enough for both of us to cultivate. In the future, we may even walk the path of Spirit Transformation ascension together; at the very least, we can support one another."
Honor you as my superior.
Not honor you as my master.
Jiang Ding's gaze flickered slightly.
Even at this very moment, the half-centipede Daoist before him remained proud. He valued freedom as much as life itself.
The greatest concession he could make was becoming someone's subordinate, not their slave or spirit pet.
"Fellow Daoist Centipede,"
"Make your move."
Jiang Ding did not answer directly. Slowly drawing his sword, he said, "Whether I spare you or not is far too presumptuous a matter. You are, after all, a late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator. You are dangerous, and you may be able to kill me. That makes me uneasy."
That was the truth.
At the Spirit Transformation stage, he was far from invincible. Encountering a Spirit Transformation prodigy could put his life in danger in an instant; he was not yet qualified to look down upon others.
He knew that much about himself.
Clang~
With the scrape of blade against scabbard, a Great Sun Annihilation Sword Domain spanning over sixteen hundred kilometers spread in every direction.
All manner of sword intent formed the sky, the earth, and the flowing cycles of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. More than a hundred thousand different sword