Jiang Ding returned to his quarters on Silver Sky Island after sixty years away.
It was just as before: no rooms, no bedroom, no alchemy furnace, no spirit beast pens. The whole place was a metal floor smooth as a mirror.
Many spots were still pitted and uneven, marks left long ago by the heavenly tribulation of the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword when it became a Nascent Soul treasure. They had never been repaired.
Those marks represented the past.
For some reason, he wanted less and less to see traces of the past covered over and erased. So he left them there.
"I wish I could control time and live without a single regret..."
Jiang Ding murmured.
His figure vanished.
Tushan Immortal City.
A youth in azure opened his eyes.
In that instant, countless Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators scattered across the Northern Plains, along with nine Nascent Soul True Lords, felt their souls tremble. Fear, panic, wild joy, and other tangled emotions rose instinctively in their hearts.
Then killing intent arose in many of them.
Plans long in the making surfaced unbidden.
Nascent Soul True Lords would never be slaves to anyone!
"The Tu Shan Maidservants haven't been wiped out. They seem to be doing quite well..."
Jiang Ding took a look.
He paid little heed to the wariness, killing intent, uncertainty, and other emotions conveyed by the many Dao Soldier imprints in his sea of consciousness.
Within it, sword-shaped imprints glimmered like stars, arrayed in orderly fashion around their respective cores.
One hundred and eight thousand in all!
One hundred and eight thousand Dao Soldiers at Foundation Establishment or above, including large numbers of Golden Core cultivators and even nine newly advanced Nascent Soul True Lords!
By now, the Great Sun Dao Soldiers had taken on