"Reached the limit..."
"Only three years."
Jiang Ding sighed.
Legend had it that the child of a True Immortal took nine thousand years to gestate, nine thousand years to be born, and another nine thousand years to reach adulthood.
Who knew when he would reach such a realm?
He was still far from it.
For a Golden Core Cultivator, this was the point where the next step was for the Nascent Soul to tear through its fetal membrane and emerge into the world.
"Tear."
"I'll tear it, tear tear tear..."
The tiny Nascent Soul formed from Jiang Ding's divine soul stood atop the three-inch Supreme Clarity Flying Sword, puffing out his cheeks as his two pale little hands strained, strained, and strained harder, trying to tear open the sword fetal membrane and be born.
This process was not difficult. Most Nascent Soul Cultivators crossed it with ease.
"Tear!"
"I'll tear..."
Jiang Ding felt as though his face was about to turn blue from holding his breath.
Yet the sword fetal membrane was sturdier than divine gold. No matter how hard he tried, he could not cut through it. This membrane and the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword shared the same origin and were one whole; he simply could not use the sword's edge against it.
"Can't tear it..."
Jiang Ding's little face fell in dejection.
In this state of life, he was unprecedentedly young and tender, as though he had returned to the days when he was very small and played at his mother's side.
"If I can't tear it, then I won't."
Jiang Ding's expression returned to calm.
Under danger, the experience of several centuries took over his instincts, and he was no longer affected.
"Then I'll just go out directly!"
Whoosh!
Jiang Ding's body abruptly went rigid. A round