"Four rule nirvanas..."
Jiang Ding had known the answer all along.
In the thirty-million-year history of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, no living being had ever achieved a fourth nirvana. Nor was this merely the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm's failing: no Immortal Order or quasi-immortal race had ever produced such a being.
If such a being appeared and grew into a Supreme, they would surely unite the entire Great Thousand World!
"This much accumulation really isn't enough."
"An Immortal Artifact Heir is nowhere near enough."
Jiang Ding looked down at his hands and murmured, "I'd have to slaughter every Dao Child and holy heir in the entire Great Thousand World, perhaps even attack another Great Thousand World. Only by winning a sword duel amid the blood and corpses of hundreds of Dao Children could I be certain of reaching the fourth nirvana, without the slightest chance of failure."
"If I achieved that, I would no longer be a nobody beneath the endless starry sky."
"Only then would I be someone approaching the True Immortal Heir."
Hoping that a single Great Thousand World would produce a being who surpassed the limit of three nirvanas had always meant relying on a miracle, an extraordinarily unlikely stroke of chance.
The facts now showed that no such miracle had occurred.
At the Void Refining stage, perhaps he would have to accept such mediocrity.
Jiang Ding rose.
He glanced at the three trophies taken from the Immortal Artifact Heir in the distance, then flew toward the Solar System, where the Immortal Sect lay. An invisible streak crossed the starry void, approaching his homeworld at the speed of light.
Heavenly Being-level lifeforms could already travel at light speed.
As for the spoils taken from the Immortal Artifact Heir, he could not touch them yet. As a