Jiang Ding gently stroked the sword hilt, looking down at the maidservants kneeling below in salute.
They came from all across the Northern Plains. Some were collateral descendants of clans, some were independent cultivators from within the Great Sun Sword Sect's territory, some from within the Great Sun Dharma Sect's territory, and there were even independent cultivators from beyond the Northern Plains, from the East Sea.
They had come here for all sorts of reasons, united by the goal of forming a Nascent Soul, and in the end, they had succeeded.
And there was also a corpse on the ground.
Kan Yu's maidservant, Tie Luoluo, a collateral daughter of the Guishan Iron Clan, had rendered great merit during the Royal Court War in which the Tushan Maid Corps swept across the Northern Plains. She had obtained a Nascent Soul opportunity, but it seemed that both the opportunity and her foundation had been insufficient. She failed to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm and survived with grave injuries.
The fact that she had failed to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm yet had not died showed that her strength must have been quite remarkable.
Perhaps, with one more Nascent Soul opportunity, she could have succeeded.
In Kan Yu's maidservant position, obtaining another Nascent Soul opportunity was not a moon in a well or a flower in the water.
After accumulating merits for long enough, it could be obtained.
A future Nascent Soul True Lord.
Now, she was a mere corpse.
A deathly silence fell.
It made many of the maidservants present instinctively tremble.
Especially the maidservants from the Tushan Immortal City faction. They could not help recalling the ancestor's shadow, like dark clouds blanketing the skies above Tushan Immortal City ever since their births.
His existence had never been