The Three Great Legacies Were All in Hand, and the Road to the Nascent Soul Realm Lay Wide Open

Jiang Ding appeared in another teleportation array.

His eyes shone coldly. Without a word, he poured every bit of the immense magic power and sword intent left from burning his vital blood into the Black Jade coffin in his hands.

Crack!

With a crisp snap, the spiritual imprint Ming Guangzi had left a thousand years ago vanished. Jiang Ding now held the legacy completely.

In his heart,

the uneasy sense of being watched at every moment disappeared.

"Xi Ping'an?"

"How is he related to Xi Yuan, the last Great Sun Sword Lord? His talent doesn't look like much."

Jiang Ding murmured.

This man had taken a path that combined the power of incense offerings with sword intent.

It looked imposing and supremely exalted, but in truth it fell short of Great Sun Sword Dao and carried countless hidden dangers. He would inevitably hit a bottleneck in the future, with a great risk of losing himself in the desires bound up in those offerings.

After that, nothing unexpected happened.

Jiang Ding passed through teleportation arrays dozens of times before finally leaving the Northern Plains far behind and arriving in the Spiritless Desert.

Crack!

Jiang Ding slashed with his sword, physically severing the distant end of the teleportation route.

"That should do it. At this distance, even a Spirit Transformation cultivator couldn't reach me in a few months. Besides, he doesn't know where I am. He'd have to search for a needle in the sea. Even if he spent decades or a century searching the whole world, he might never find me."

Jiang Ding examined his spiritual sense and body.

Fortunately, he had burned only two or three drops of vital blood. He was badly injured, but his foundations were intact. A few decades of recuperation would put him right, so it