A little over ten years was a short span of time.
In a Nascent Soul Cultivator's life, it was brief enough to pass in ordinary cultivation.
Jiang Ding spent his days cultivating, refining his flying sword, assisting the Immortal Sect's many Heavenly Lords with research, and keeping watch over the Northern Plains—especially the starry sky beyond the Great Sun Boundary-Fixing Formation.
He also kept track of Great Love True Lord's whereabouts, in case he took the money and ran.
Jiang Ding had plenty of money now and did not care much about the sum. But he hated being made a fool of. More than that, he was in the habit of keeping his promises: if he said he would kill someone, he would.
On this day, winds rose and clouds surged over the Solar Abyss of the Great Sun Celestial Pool.
Gales swept through as spiritual energy rolled in from ten thousand miles around. Sunlight shone across heaven and earth, then gathered around the ten-thousand-meter Solar Divine Tree. It converged without end until it all flowed into the dantian of the azure-robed youth beneath the tree.
At last, every fluctuation of energy fell still.
The azure-robed youth's aura surged. He had finally reached the peak, with no room left for his cultivation to advance.
"Nascent Soul peak!"
Jiang Ding opened his eyes.
A brilliant golden gleam flashed through them. Two golden sword lights shot outward, melting deep black holes into the void. Space could not heal for a long time.
It was power accumulated through years of cultivation spilling free.
"A thousand years on the path of cultivation..."
"No! What the hell was that? That damned sharp tongue Ming Guangzi has rubbed off on me."
Jiang Ding shook his head hard and declared, "After cultivating for a little over ten