"The Great Dream Sword Dao?"
Xu Xiaodie smiled sweetly and encouraged him. "Young master, I don't understand the Great Dream Sword Dao. Just follow your own ideas. You're always right."
"The Great Dream Sword Dao..."
"Born in the dreams of living beings, drawing a sword within their dreams, slaying a Dao Child's soul deep within a sacred land despite the protection of countless powerful guardians, turning dream-born treasures—such as the Dao Child's bonded magic treasure—into reality. Dreams made real..."
"Such a sword dao comes closer to true immortals."
Jiang Ding murmured coldly.
The Dao Children of the world, the scions of the quasi-immortal clans, even the Sword Heirs, were far too cunning and treacherous. They had no honor. None would agree to a Sacred Sword Duel between equals. At the slightest provocation, they summoned their elders to crush him with superior cultivation or ganged up on him. They had no martial virtue at all. They all deserved to die.
And perhaps the Great Dream Sword Dao was the answer for the boundless cosmic starfields?
"Is this the path to immortality?"
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
He sank deep into thought.
Though he seemed to be asking Xu Xiaodie, he was only talking to himself. He did not want an answer.
Time continued to pass.
The Great Sun Sword Heir sat motionless for another ten thousand years, pondering and studying the Great Dream Sword Dao.
During that time, he built sects and schools on a vast scale, founding organizations charged with researching the immortal path through dreams. He invited the human and demon prodigies of the entire great world to come to the Spirit-Sealing Forbidden Domain to seek enlightenment and study and develop cultivation methods. He spared no expense in rewarding them with rare treasures and breakthrough pills.
Even when disciples