Whom Does the World's Sword Dao Wisdom Belong To

Jiang Ding was truly angry.

Cultivators slaughtered one another for heavenly treasures, for grudges and passions. Today you killed me; tomorrow I killed him. It was all chaotic, with no justice to speak of.

So long as they did not massacre mortals on a vast scale, betray the interests of their race, or use humans as cultivation materials.

There was nothing to say. Each relied on their own abilities.

But this sort of act that destroyed the very foundations of the sword dao filled him with utter loathing.

They were digging up his roots!

For all he knew, some future sword dao genius who could have inspired him had just died, delaying his future cultivation by years or decades. Who could he reason with over that?

Only when the sword dao flourished!

When heaven-blessed prodigies and outstanding talents emerged in endless succession could the strongest sword dao experts at the very pinnacle go farther.

"Calm down..."

"Calm down."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath. "This sort of wasteful, foundation-digging behavior is the norm throughout history. History always rises in a spiral. There will always be scum who abandon the sword dao's long-term development for their own short-term interests. It is nothing strange. I need to learn to get used to the existence of such scum."

"If sword dao geniuses die, then they die. It is regrettable, but there is nothing to be done."

Jiang Ding concealed himself and tracked the black-robed man before him for several months. Only after the other party had finished his work and flown toward the Great Sun Sword Sect did Jiang Ding finally stop, watching him depart.

"Blood Bone True Person..."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

This black-robed man was none other than Blood Bone True Person, a core disciple of the Great Sun Sword