Jiang Ding gazed at the many sword dao prodigies throughout the boundless starry sky.
Among them, many had used delayed dream-realm communication techniques. Some had spoken with him a thousand years ago, only for him at this moment to learn of it.
Among these fellow daoists,
many had killing intent in their eyes; some harbored ambition, while others yearned for more. This was entirely ordinary. Sword cultivators had always been like this.
Yet the greatest number of sword cultivators had eyes filled with gratitude and reverence.
It stirred an indescribable feeling within him.
He was merely an ordinary man wholly devoted to his own path of dao. Could he truly receive so much gratitude as well?
"Greetings, fellow daoists."
Jiang Ding gave a slight nod and said with a trace of emotion, "It has only been tens of thousands of years, yet you have already grown from ignorant children into powerful figures who command their own domains in the starry sky. Thinking of it now, it all feels somewhat like a dream."
"The power of time creates endless wonders."
"Here, I offer my congratulations to you all. The road here could not have been easy. You must have faced countless hardships and dangers."
"Hahaha!"
"Thank you, Immortal Lord, for the grace of your teachings in those years."
Many Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators laughed heartily.
At this moment, as they looked back on the past, they were indeed filled with emotion. How many narrow escapes from death, how many moments balanced on the edge of life and death, how many friends who had passed away... Fortunately, they had made it through it all.
"What grace of teaching is there?"
"Long ago, this lord already said that this was merely mutual support between myself and my fellow daoists."
Jiang Ding shook