"The Guishan Iron Clan's seal should reach a conclusion in two to three hundred years."
"The same goes for Xi Ping'an."
Jiang Ding made a rough estimate and muttered to himself.
Xi Ping'an had probably escaped this small world, but the world beyond it was a dead end. He would have to return in a few hundred years at most; that was the longest a Spirit Transformation cultivator could survive outside a world.
As a god sustained by worship, he had lost all his worship and suffered a backlash. He might last even less time.
There was no doubt about that.
Jiang Ding had kept watch over the world. He had confirmed that, as of today, more than sixty years later, none of Xi Ping'an's worshippers remained in it. His temples had been torn down, his fanatics executed, and those whose faith had been shallow had gradually forgotten him—or been made to forget with the aid of spells. Cultivators had no shortage of methods.
At this moment, not a trace of the power of worship flowed out anymore.
"That won't take long. Perhaps I can settle it once I reach the peak of Nascent Soul."
Jiang Ding thought in silence.
He closed his eyes. While cultivating, he sent his divine sense into the core of the Great Sun Boundary-Fixing Formation, keeping constant watch over the world's development and changes.
From the world's perspective, many vigorous yet chaotic life auras had appeared toward the East Sea, disrupting the cycles of the immortal-path ecosystem. Elsewhere, there were disasters such as earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and typhoons.
These were natural disasters in a world of immortal cultivation. Even Nascent Soul Cultivators would be in danger if they were caught too deep in them.
Through the Great Sun Boundary-Fixing Formation, Jiang Ding could see the