"Northern Plains..."
Jiang Ding's eyes were emitting green light.
"No, not the Northern Plains; it's the entirety of this world, the people of this world—they all need saving."
"Those damned demon cultivators, the Cannibal Demon Tribe, and the bullshit of clan bloodlines, along with all kinds of sacrilegious incense fire rites, they're all calamities upon this world. One by one, I'll eradicate them and restore justice to the common people."
"So what if the previous Dari Swordsman disappeared? I haven't used any immortal techniques!"
"However, I am still too weak... I must wait a little longer."
Jiang Ding calmed the uncontrollable sense of justice surging in his heart.
Thereupon, he spent five hundred and twenty billion low-grade spirit stones to purchase a piece of Number Four Synthetic Geng Metal from the Xianmen Sect's Steel Corporation in Xiandu.
