Within the radiant light of the teleportation Formation,
eyes closing, then opening.
Jiang Ding surveyed his surroundings.
Light!
Glittering golden light, the sky, the land, the ground like glazed gravel, everywhere, up above and down below, was light, imbued with a sharp and fervent will, eroding Divine Souls, obliterating the weak.
Clang!
The Taiqing Flying Sword hummed with vibration.
This was joy, like coming home, conveying waves of warmth and comfort; surprisingly, both Sword Intent and Divine Soul managed to grow slightly in this moment at the peak of Foundation Building.
"I heard,"
Jiang Ding mused to himself, "that the Great Sun Heavenly Pond is a treasure of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion lineage. Successive Great Sun Sword Masters, at the end of their lives, merge their Divine Souls and bodies into this world, paving the way for future Great Sun Sword Cultivators, truly formidable indeed."
Clang!
Clang! Clang!
