Jiang Ding could never feel any affection for the Taiyin Lineage.
Since he had arrived in the Upper Realm, almost every Taiyin cultivator he had met had tried to kill him—and had acted on it. He was hardly the sort to swallow humiliation and bide his time.
Jiang Ding waved his hand and put away the mountains and seas of formation equipment around him.
The legacies of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion and the Netherbright Sword Grotto-Heaven fit almost perfectly with the Yin-Yang Sky-Locking Formation. The formation itself posed little difficulty for him.
But arranging it was tedious and required a great many people.
"Still..."
"One complete near-immortal scripture, three incomplete near-immortal scriptures, and three hundred and sixty thousand scriptures at the celestial level or below..."
Jiang Ding gently stroked the pitch-black stone coffin the Sun Sword Heir had handed him.
As his divine sense entered it, the coffin instantly performed some extraordinarily complex, advanced assessment. Confirming that he was the sword heir of the Great Sun Lineage, it immediately granted him access to study its contents.
Information from countless celestial scriptures and scriptures below that level flooded his sea of consciousness. They encompassed everything: tens of millions, perhaps even hundreds of millions, of years of sword Dao history in the Upper Realm; the lives, achievements, and distilled wisdom of its outstanding figures; myriad laws; and sword Daos that followed every conceivable path...
It held almost everything!
The selection was highly targeted, too, like the supplementary reading a teacher had carefully chosen for a class.
In fact, the Sun Sword Lord had chosen it with just such care.
The Upper Realm had developed over countless billions of years, accumulating far too many achievements in the sword Dao and far too many immortal classics—those of humanity and other races, of gods