A Ten-Thousand-Year Pact

"Purge?"

Jiang Ding gave no comment either way.

He said nothing more, watching the clouds at the horizon, the spiritual energy gradually gathering into a funnel shape, and the dark clouds slowly spreading over. No one knew what he was thinking.

The maids around him felt as though they had fallen into an ice pit, trembling all over.

After several decades, many Foundation Establishment cultivators recalled once more the name of the Tushan Sword Cultivator. An entire Tushan Demon Kingdom had been wiped out by him, leaving not a single piece of armor behind.

The entire demon cultivator population had vanished from Tushan, becoming history recorded in ancient books.

Would they now suffer the same fate?

Several days later, billowing black clouds gathered, blotting out the sky and sun. Amid rumbling thunder, a bolt of lightning crashed down. The dark clouds scattered, and a powerful aura slowly rose, spreading in all directions.

"A high-grade Golden Core... not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

A Heavenly Spiritual Root already had over an eighty percent chance of forming a core. With some supplementary spiritual treasures, and with cultivation in a scripture-grade technique, core formation was practically guaranteed. Only the quality of the Golden Core remained uncertain.

A high-grade Golden Core was also quite good among cultivators with Heavenly Spiritual Roots, placing one among the better ranks.

From where the thunderclouds dispersed, a woman in a green dress flew over. The aura of her newly formed Golden Core was striking. Arriving before him, her long skirt trailing across the ground, she bowed deeply. "Greetings, Master."

Spring's First Maid, Spring Sword.

After several decades apart, she was still bright-eyed and fair-toothed, radiant and captivating, and had now become an early Golden Core cultivator.

"Congratulations."

Jiang Ding nodded and continued looking toward the horizon.

Thunderclouds gathered