"Cleaning?"
Jiang Ding neither confirmed nor denied.
He stopped speaking, watching the clouds on the horizon and the spiritual energy that gradually converged into a funnel shape, the dark clouds slowly spreading over, wondering something.
The surrounding maidens felt as if they had fallen into an icy cavern, shivering all over.
After decades, many Foundation-building cultivators again recalled the name of the Tushan Sword Cultivator. The entire Tushan Demon Country was annihilated because of him, leaving no one behind.
The entire demon cultivator race disappeared from Tushan, becoming history in the ancient texts.
Would they also end up like this?
Days later, as the rolling dark clouds gathered, covering the sky and blocking the sun, along with the rumbling thunder, a bolt of lightning struck down, the dark clouds dissipated, and a powerful aura slowly rose and spread in all directions.
"A Golden Pill of superior quality... not bad."
Jiang Ding nodded slightly.
