"An immortal!"
"A glimmer of hope of becoming a true immortal."
"I can hardly wait..."
Jiang Ding's eyes blazed with fervor and madness, yet held a strangely contradictory cold calm. He spoke softly.
Across the boundless starry expanse of the Immortal-Dao Universe, only tens of thousands of human Dao Children existed in any one era. They were also known as the human race's immortal-dao crown prince line.
If an era possessed the fortune to give birth to a true immortal, it would shine brilliantly across the endless ages, its story written in bold strokes into the history of the boundless universe.
And that true immortal would surely arise from the human race's immortal-dao crown prince line!
Becoming a Dao Child of the human race, overlord of the boundless stars, was the first step toward becoming a true immortal.
Yet Dao Child was no inherited title. It came down to foundations and strength. Jiang Ding did not know exactly how cultivators of the arts reached that level; he had never looked into it in detail.
But he knew precisely how a human sword cultivator became a Dao Child.
By slaying a true Dao Child in a Sacred Sword Duel!
As long as a sword cultivator slew a Dao Child in a Sacred Sword Duel—human or alien, cultivator of the arts or sword cultivator—the victor had an excellent chance of becoming a human Dao Child!
At that moment, a nearly uncontrollable urge to kill surged through Jiang Ding. He wanted to return to the upper realm at once, find a Dao Child—preferably an alien Dao Child guilty of original sin—and beat him to death.
"Calm down."
"I have to stay calm. The greater the chance at the supreme Dao before me, the more rational I must be..."
Jiang Ding murmured coldly.
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