The Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Treatise!
A magnificent scripture appeared in Jiang Ding's sea of consciousness. Every word was heavier than a mountain, and every passage held the mysteries of heaven and earth. In an instant, it could burst the sea of consciousness of a Divine Lord at the Dao Integration stage; its weight was more than that sea could bear, more than a soul could hold.
The scripture revolved through Jiang Ding's sea of consciousness like the stars of the heavens, unfolding in all its beauty.
"This... is my sword path!"
Jiang Ding threw back his head and laughed.
More than eight thousand years had passed since he left the Solar System. His soul had grown as frail as a candle flame in the wind. He had at most two thousand years left to live, and the road ahead lay dark. Death was near.
Yet now, hope of survival had appeared once more!
Tens of thousands of years of perseverance, tens of thousands of years devoted to the sword path—at last, they had borne fruit. At the very least, he would not die without leaving a trace. He had been given a chance to shine one final time.
Jiang Ding stood dozens of light-years from the Silver Star Black Hole, while tides rose and fell within his sea of consciousness.
He continued refining the Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Treatise, scrutinizing every detail of the scripture and checking every step and every structure of the soul.
Only five hundred years later did he finish refining its final word. He could find no way to improve it further.
"This is it."
"The Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Treatise has reached its utmost limit—the limit of my present wisdom."
Jiang Ding gazed at the scripture in his sea of consciousness.
His sword-path foundations, accumulated over tens