A young man in azure robes wandered silently through the central regions of the upper realm.
He contacted no one and took part in nothing. He drifted through the world like a ghost, quietly watching all that happened within it.
He passed through one central region after another, experiencing the upper realm's vastly different customs and landscapes.
Before he knew it, several hundred years had passed.
One day, beside a river in the Thousand Mountains Central Region, the young man in azure robes gazed at the ceaseless flow of water and fell into a daze.
"What has passed flows on like this..."
"Time flows the same way. How much of it do I have left?"
Jiang Ding murmured the words for his own ears.
He still had a long life ahead of him. After comprehending the embryonic immortal art, the Time-Annihilation Sword, his lifespan had grown again. Living past a hundred thousand years would be easy.
But would the Dao Children of the Immortal Orders and the scions of the quasi-immortal races wait for him in the Void Refining realm for a hundred thousand years?
Absolutely not.
Perhaps the Heaven Sword Heir would be willing to wait for him.
That man likely yearned for an evenly matched swordsman too, and for a Sacred Sword Duel fought to his heart's content.
The other spell-cultivating Dao Children would never do so.
They would cultivate step by step until they were certain they had reached their limits. Then they would cast a wistful glance toward stories of the True Immortal Heir, distant and almost unseen, existing only in legend, before advancing to Dao Integration as planned.
An Immortal Order Dao Child at the Dao Integration stage could kill him instantly as he was now.
That was the sorrow of the sword path: an