May I Still See My Jiang Tianjun Nine Thousand Years from Now

Class ended.

Jiang Ding did not return to his dormitory. He wandered through the Immortal Sect, tearing through space to travel from place to place, and unwittingly arrived in his hometown, Banyan City.

Everywhere he looked, people came and went.

Elderly people in their twilight years, middle-aged people bearing heavy burdens, spirited young people, and a group of kindergarten children wearing little yellow hats.

Old age, middle age, youth, childhood—it was like the course of a person's life.

Looking around, he could no longer find anyone he knew in his hometown. His childhood companions, and even their children, had all turned to dust, existing only in the memories of a handful of people.

He had precious few loved ones left in this world, and soon he would have to bid them farewell.

"Mother..."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

Lin Wanqiu was two hundred and seven this year, with ninety-seven years remaining before the end of her extended lifespan. She was now at the foundation establishment late stage, still a long way from the peak of foundation establishment.

And even after reaching that peak, she had almost no hope of advancing to Golden Core.

Her aptitude and talent were relatively ordinary. Even with a Golden Core Formation Pill and numerous spirit medicines for forming a core, that remained the case. Nothing would change.

Ninety-nine percent of the people in this world were like that.

So ordinary, so difficult to save, without any hope of ascending to Golden Core.

Even a genius with dual spiritual roots, one in hundreds of thousands, had to endure slaughter and bloody battles, tempering their spiritual power and soul before they could gamble on forming a Golden Core.

Along the way, foundation establishment cultivators who fell behind and died were as plentiful as carp crossing a river,