True Lord Chengyang

Before that sudden flash of insight faded completely, Jiang Ding hurried to record it.

Using his divine sense as a brush and his sea of consciousness as paper, he wrote and drew without stopping. He kept at it for over a month, filling a vast stretch of his sea of consciousness with a jumble of things.

A closer look revealed sword arts, metal-element spells, and some of the principles behind the Sun-Breath Chasing-Heaven Spirit-Locking Art, which Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord had created.

There was far more besides: a plant native to the Immortal Sect, a mineral, a scene he had witnessed as a child, bits of knowledge about electromagnetism...

If a Nascent Soul True Lord entered this part of his sea of consciousness, the mass of conflicting information would instantly leave them dizzy and tormented enough to want to cough blood.

"...I can't make sense of it either."

After he finished writing, Jiang Ding looked over the formulas, information, and insights drifting and piling up in his sea of consciousness. Even he felt embarrassed.

It was such a mess that it looked like a rubbish heap.

Unlike the embryonic form of the Metal-Extinguishing Sword, this was nothing but a bout of inexplicable wild speculation. It was hard to say how much of it had any value.

"I'll send it to Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord. Maybe it'll inspire something, and I can wrangle a second- or third-author credit."

Jiang Ding sighed, gathered that portion of his sea of consciousness into a bundle of information, copied it, and sent it through the Immortal Sect network.

There was no reply.

Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord was probably still doing reform labor at this hour. It was not his recreation time, so he had no network access.

"The first cultivator with sword intent has appeared.