Hundreds of millions of sword cultivators stared strangely at the azure-clad youth, their eyes full of longing.
"You want a wisp of my soul?"
Jiang Ding stared at the eight-month-old infant before him.
"Yes, Immortal Lord."
"No matter how wondrous a cultivation manual may be, how could it compare to the mysteries of your sword soul?"
The Supreme Sword Heir smiled shyly, his voice as sweet as any infant's.
"Then come."
"What a pity you're still too weak. You haven't grown up yet."
Jiang Ding sighed softly.
He had never thought it wrong for a sword cultivator he had nurtured so long to stab him in the back. He had never felt betrayed. This was what a true Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivator was.
The only pity was that he was too weak.
Even though this was merely a wisp of soul Jiang Ding had sent over, possessing less than one percent of his strength, this being was still too weak.
"Hahaha!"
"Immortal Lord, you really don't mince words!"
The Supreme Sword Heir laughed.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha..."
Hundreds of millions of sword cultivators—men and women, young and old—laughed as well. Raspy, childish, and aged voices mingled, sending terrifying ripples that shattered souls spreading in every direction and destroying space with a thunderous roar.
Hum!
The entire Grand Dream Sword Realm began to turn.
The dream realm he had usurped now became a deadly trap. It roared into motion as the hundreds of millions of sword cultivators around them burned themselves amid their laughter, becoming supreme soul swords of every shape and aura. Empowered by the dream world, those hundreds of millions of blood-soul swords formed a terrifying array that shook souls and destroyed spirits.
Beneath this terrifying sword array, even a seventh-step Dao Child would have gone pale.
This was the