The Northern Plains.
After more than five thousand years, Jiang Ding had come to this stretch of starry sky once again.
This time was different from every other. Jiang Ding felt a faint resistance: the small world repelled him, leaving him far out in the silent reaches of space.
From that great distance, Jiang Ding silently watched the small world he had once known so well.
It was a pearl in the cosmos, shining brightly.
She stood alone in a vast region of space, with no other small world around her—a solitary world cut off from the center of immortal civilization.
If not for the Ascension Platform Law governing this cluster of worlds, perhaps no one would ever have known she existed.
"Five thousand years. Does anyone still remember me?"
Jiang Ding murmured to himself, gazing into the distance.
He meant the Upper Realm, of course.
Five thousand years was a long stretch even for a cultivator at the Dao Integration stage—a twentieth of his life. Spending it lying in wait for a Spirit Transformation cultivator would hardly be worth it.
Did the Longevity-Turtle Divine Lord of the Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm have that kind of patience?
Whether he did was not important, though. It could not change anything.
"The Longevity Tortoise is nothing but dry bones in a tomb."
"A weakling whose life is already counting down..."
Jiang Ding's expression remained grave as he thought of the Celestial Realm experts who surely existed in the Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm.
As for one of the mightiest beings at the pinnacle of the Upper Realm—a near-immortal of the Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm—lying in wait for him for five thousand years?
Jiang Ding did not think he had yet earned that honor.
But the Celestials of the Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm might