The Alchemy Cauldron Daoist Heir of the Pill Cauldron Immortal Sect was dead?
Jiang Ding looked faintly dazed.
How many years had it been? An old enemy who had once fought him to the death was gone, and to his surprise, he felt a trace of sorrow.
It was not sorrow for the Daoist Heir.
It was sorrow for the passing of time.
Would a day come when every living being he knew had died, leaving him utterly alone, surrounded by strangers everywhere he went?
If he lived long enough, that day would surely come.
Jiang Ding sighed inwardly.
He looked down at a young Divine Lord in the Dao Integration Realm. Her aura was strikingly similar to that of the Alchemy Cauldron Daoist Heir of old. Generation after generation, they were so alike.
This was what it meant to pass on a legacy.
It resembled the inheritance of blood, yet it mattered more. Countless giants of the demonic path and countless killers whose hands ran red with blood could never bring themselves to abandon their sect's legacy in the end, even if they did not like their juniors.
Because that junior who inherited the legacy looked so much like her—like her when she was young.
An immortal cultivator died and was gone forever.
Yet another living being much like her had appeared in the world. She would pass through the same infancy, childhood, girlhood, middle age, and old age... until death. Generation after generation, they would be so much like her.
Could this similar living being be a continuation of her life?
In that instant, Jiang Ding understood why the Great Sun Sword Lords of past generations had disliked the Great Sun Sword Heirs, yet had never put them to death, allowing them to grow.
"Greetings,
senior!"
Dan Ding