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The fifth processing thread, which had been discussing the Great Sun Nascent Soul Formation Secret Art with Zhang Junsheng, disconnected. Jiang Ding allocated his remaining soul-processing capacity among the other threads according to their assigned proportions.

"The Great Sun Nascent Soul Formation Secret Art will take 1,887 years... Too long!"

Jiang Ding reached the end of a cultivation cycle. His breathing slowly steadied, and the accumulation in his dantian grew a little. Then he paused.

"My lifespan is only six hundred years. Even if I can sleep to slow its passing, nearly two thousand years is still too long. If some unforeseen error occurs in the research or the broader situation, even two thousand years might not be enough."

"That has to change."

Though, by any measure, the pace was already fast.

The Great Sun Sword Pavilion had taken at least hundreds of thousands of years to develop the Great Sun Nascent Soul Formation Secret Art, beginning before its people arrived in this realm.

Their forebears had endured untold deaths and countless failed attempts. Generation after generation of extraordinary talents had rushed forward and fallen along this path, paving with their bones the Great Sun Sword Heir's road from Golden Core to Nascent Soul.

Countless stirring deeds and grand ambitions must have filled those years.

For much of that time, the names Great Sun Sword Pavilion and Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion might not even have existed.

One faction after another had kept the art in its scripture repository. As the years passed, each was destroyed in turn, and the art fell into the hands of another sect, or even some Rogue Cultivator. Crude and incomplete, it would have earned no more than a remark that it was rather novel.

Untold ages passed; the world changed.

The people all died.

The sects