Jiang Ding shut out the world and devoted himself to healing, developing a Nascent Soul formation secret art, and teaching his students. He rarely did anything else.
Year after year,
Day after day.
Students came and went at Clearwind University. Gradually, they grew used to Professor Jiang of the Adult Swordsmanship Department and the Great Sun Ruins Program, used to his presence as though he had been there since they were born and would remain forever, unchanged.
Jiang Ding rarely returned to his hometown of Banyan City.
Perhaps, many years from now, everything about him would be forgotten and buried by time, just as it had been for Divine Mechanism Heavenly Lord, True Lord Dinghai, and others. All that would remain were names younger generations used for him: "that old monster at Clearwind University," "Great Sun True Lord of Clearwind University," and the like.
No one would know that he had once come from Banyan City. His past would sink beneath the years, unknown to all.
Thirty years passed unnoticed amid those quiet, busy days.
On this day, beneath dim clouds of radiation,
A young man in azure opened his eyes. The aura around him steadily strengthened, rising until it reached its peak.
"My injuries have healed."
"That wasn't easy. I'd better avoid burning my blood essence whenever I can."
Jiang Ding sighed.
After thirty years of nurturing his body and soul and checking them again and again, he had finally returned to his peak.
"And this is finished too."
Jiang Ding opened a paper and admired it closely.
<Great Sun Nascent Soul Formation Secret Art—Applications of Myriad-Transformation Magnetic Yuan> Jiang Ding; Zhang Junsheng; Sword Dojo Laboratory; Immortal Gate Academy of Sciences; Clearwind University Cultivator Newspaper.
"They only gave this paper half a point!"
"And they wouldn't let me publish