Jiang Ding looked around.
Pillars of golden light reached up to the Solar Star and down into the earth's spiritual veins. Drawing on the Great Sun Sword Sect's many fourth-tier spiritual veins and the spiritual power accumulated over the years, they erupted with terrifying Spirit Transformation pressure. The aura of their divine sense was vast as mountains and seas.
Yes, Spirit Transformation pressure.
He spent every day hanging around the Golden Emperor Palace with Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord and the others. He could still tell what Spirit Transformation pressure felt like.
"What a pity..."
"You don't seem to be a Spirit Transformation cultivator."
Jiang Ding looked toward the center of the formation and said evenly, "You seem to be at the Nascent Soul Early Stage. Middle Stage, perhaps? You'd only just entered the Nascent Soul Realm when you fought someone and fled in disgrace. Or perhaps you simply died—like three thousand years ago, a terrified stray dog with no home to return to."
Many years ago, Jiang Ding had encountered the remnant soul of an old cultivator attached to Han Lin. The old cultivator had said he had met the founder of the Great Sun Sword Sect and that the man was a Spirit Transformation cultivator.
Jiang Ding had believed him then.
Now, facing him in person, Jiang Ding could say with certainty that the previous generation's Great Sun Sword Heir had only been in the Nascent Soul Realm at the time. He was simply easy to mistake for something more, and the deception was exceptionally convincing.
Because he might have been able to kill a Spirit Transformation cultivator.
Jiang Ding withdrew his divine sense from the Broken Sword Tip.
"..."
The weathered voice paused mid-sigh.
"Cultivators of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect still love winning battles with their tongues.