Jiang Ding cursed up a storm.
He spent the entire afternoon cursing that piece of dried flesh, working his way through eighteen generations of its ancestors and every distant relative he could think of. Only then did he feel better.
"Sure enough, throw manners aside and enjoy life."
Jiang Ding let out a long breath.
Then he closed his eyes. Within the Solar Abyss, amid boundless light and scorching destruction, he began drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the Great Sun's essence to cultivate. At the same time, he used the Great Sun Destruction Sword Intent that permeated the Solar Abyss to temper his own sword intent.
As he cultivated, his mana, sword intent, soul, and flying sword all grew slowly but steadily.
This was the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's supreme treasure, the Great Sun Celestial Pool.
One of the chief reasons Ming Guangzi had failed to develop properly was that he had lost the Great Sun Celestial Pool. No amount of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's remaining legacy could make up for it.
After only a few days of cultivation, Jiang Ding's eyes flew open.
"Huh?"
Jiang Ding was startled and uncertain.
The mana within him fluctuated wildly. The same was true of his sea of consciousness, where faint, unnatural ripples had appeared.
They were faint, but they were there: something within him had slipped beyond his control.
In the past, his sea of consciousness had been as still as a lake, as smooth as a mirror. Not a single ripple had arisen without his permission. His perfected Great Sun Annihilation Sword Intent had ruled over everything.
Now a gap had appeared in that control.
To ninety-nine percent of cultivators under heaven, a few ripples beyond their control in the lake of the heart would