Several months passed in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes. Exhaustion showed in them.
His soul, meridians, flesh, and bones were badly injured. Keeping the damage from worsening had taken a great deal of effort.
In fact, the Divine Mechanism Heavenly Lord had asked whether he wanted to risk returning to the Void Refining battlefield so he could be sent back to the Immortal Sect to recuperate. Jiang Ding had refused.
His injuries were still bearable, and keeping them from worsening was the main reason.
The lesser reason was that the world barrier of this small world could prevent a Void Refining powerhouse from launching a surprise attack. It was actually the safest place, safer even than Yuan's flagship.
These old monsters had lived far too long.
The dignity of a great powerhouse and saving face meant nothing to them. Their friends, relatives, and teachers from the same era were all dead. Even if they wanted to save face, they would not know whose opinion mattered or who might laugh at them.
If something like that really happened, it might even add a little amusement to their tedious lives.
"My injuries have barely stabilized. I can move around a little now."
Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief.
Then his spirits lifted. He sent his divine sense into his sea of consciousness and examined the changes in the space between his brows.
Months had passed, and amid the chaos and thunder at its edges, the space had grown a little larger.
But that was not what Jiang Ding had been waiting for.
From experience, killing the Shadow Demon Daoist Heir and Tian Xuanzi should trigger an eruption of inspiration. It was a characteristic of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's arts and the path of sword