Jiang Ding appeared within the Spiritless Desert. After spending some time, he reached the distant teleportation array and vanished.
The next moment,
after passing through several teleportation arrays and crossing vast distances, he appeared in Tushan Immortal City.
"It had been several centuries since I last laid eyes on these sights..."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
At this moment, he recalled many scenes from his youth: the first time he had come to the Land of the Three Kingdoms, the first time he had founded Tushan Immortal City, and all that had been gained and lost again.
His divine sense connected with the scattered divine-sense imprints of the maid corps within his sea of consciousness, allowing him to learn intelligence from every side—especially news of the Great Sun Sword Sect.
More than fifty years had passed.
Of the 108,000 maids, some were missing. Clearly, war and searches by hostile forces had reduced their numbers, or perhaps Foundation Establishment maids had simply failed to break through to Golden Core, exhausted their lifespans, and helplessly passed away in meditation.
Such things were common.
More than fifty years was most of a lifetime for a Qi Refinement cultivator. For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it meant passing from the prime of life into old age, no longer young.
During that time, countless wonderful and tangled tales of love, hatred, and entanglement would unfold, unlike the dull monotony of high-level cultivators' secluded cultivation.
"108,000... It seemed they had carried out the order to lie low very well, without paying lip service while doing otherwise."
Jiang Ding felt somewhat satisfied, and somewhat regretful.
"As for the situation in the Northern Plains, it had changed enormously with the rise of the rogue-cultivator True Lords."
"It changed with each passing day, almost beyond recognition."
Jiang Ding browsed through