After settling the affairs of a friend who had walked the Great Dao beside him, Jiang Ding turned to the greatest prize of his journey.
Compared with it, heavenly treasures and magic artifacts were not worth mentioning. It was the crystallized wisdom of countless prodigies and extraordinary figures across tens of millions of years in the Upper Realm.
A celestial inheritance!
Hum!
The void trembled, and the Great Sun Celestial Pool and Netherworld Pool emerged from it, shining brilliantly.
As treasures forged by successive generations of near-immortal experts in the Upper Realm, these two inheritance treasures embodied an exceptionally high level of immortal arts. They excelled especially at escape and protecting inheritances—sword cultivators' signature skills.
Besides, Jiang Ding had fled with them.
"Sword Heir,"
"Have you agreed to coexist with the Taiyin Lineage?"
Moon fluttered up to him, somewhat displeased. "I was planning to turn the Netherbright Sword Grotto-Heaven into a Sword Pavilion! How am I supposed to do my work now?"
"They should all be killed."
"None of the Taiyin Lineage are any good!"
"Because..."
Jiang Ding was about to speak when a vast killing intent beside him cut him off.
"An unrestrained Sun Lineage Array Spirit!"
"You damned, stupid, despicable, shameless, disgraceful, heaven-cursed..."
A little girl with eyes black as ink appeared beside the Netherworld Pool. Furious, she pointed at Moon's nose and cursed her.
"...fool!" the Netherworld Pool concluded.
"Oh?"
"I'm a fool?"
Moon's gaze turned cold.
Without a second thought, she raised a slender finger and stabbed toward the Netherworld Pool's brow. The strike flashed past, blazing and destructive—one of the pinnacle sword techniques of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion. The Netherworld Pool had no chance to react.
Clang!
Jiang Ding stopped her overbearing strike and said helplessly, "Moon, don't act like an evil demonic cultivator."