"Blood covered the earth..."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
Through the simple records of their sea of consciousness, he could already see that blood-drenched battlefield: countless maid servants seeking the Dao fought and died upon it.
Yes, this was the only thing that comforted him, the only thing that left him with less guilt.
After reaching Foundation Establishment Late Stage, they had voluntarily left Tushan Immortal City to pursue their own Golden Core Great Dao. These had all been their own choices.
If they wanted peace and comfort, they could remain in Tushan Immortal City, handling security, collecting taxes, and the like. There was a good chance they could live out their lives in peace.
No matter how chaotic the outside world became, no matter how unpredictable the tides of power, a Foundation Establishment cultivator could still find two hundred years of safety.
Take the three Demon Race maid servants, for example. They possessed earth-grade bloodlines and could naturally advance to Golden Core. No one had forced them onto the battlefield during the Foundation Establishment Realm. Everything had been their own decision.
Likewise, if Yu Bai and the others wanted to reach Nascent Soul after forming their Golden Cores, they too had to walk this road. Only by surviving could they possibly advance; otherwise, Nascent Soul would remain forever beyond their reach.
This was the fate of Sword Dao soldiers.
He continued watching.
Jiang Ding's gaze fell upon the soul imprint of a young girl. His viewpoint descended and descended, passing through layers upon layers of clouds, passing through the barriers of formations.
He arrived at a battlefield thick with Killing Intent, soaring military aura, and a bloody stench that lingered without dispersing.
Shouts, clashes, and explosions rang out without end. Everything was utter chaos.
The sixteenth year!
That was