Jiang Ding considered many questions.
The concealment and breath-suppressing spell on his body gradually began to operate. This time, however, he did not conceal his entire body until he vanished from sight. Instead, he hid the things within him that belonged to the Myriad Transformations Magnetic Origin Scripture and electromagnetism, drawing them in bit by bit as he transformed toward a pure Great Sun.
Gradually, an aura of scorching heat and destruction spread outward.
"Sword Heir!"
"After thousands of years, the sect's cultivators have finally seen you once more."
True Lord Xufang no longer had the slightest doubt. He bowed deeply in formal homage, incomparably respectful.
"Sword Heir, are you going to visit the Great Sun Sword Sect?"
"Many changes have occurred within the sect. People's hearts are in chaos, but it does not matter. You need only beat all these people to death, and a loyal, pure Great Sun Sword Sect will soon emerge."
True Lord Xufang spoke humbly.
"A pure sword dao sect will subdue all beneath it. There will no longer be family factions or master-disciple factions, nor will there be any petty scheming, personal gain, or internal disorder."
"We can resolve all matters below Spirit Transformation for you."
True Lord Jianyang could not accomplish such things.
He could easily defeat Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators, but he could not ensure their deaths.
If several Nascent Soul Late Stage sword cultivators joined forces, accompanied by many early- and mid-stage cultivators, True Lord Jianyang would not dare act rashly.
"All matters below Spirit Transformation?"
Jiang Ding glanced at him and mercilessly exposed the truth.
"But you cannot even defeat the Great Sun Dharma Sect. You are very weak."
"Including you."
He added another sentence.
He had been chased around by six Demon Race cultivators of the same realm—country