Chapter 1561 The Few Remaining Friends of the Sun Sword Master From His Youth
Kitahara.
After more than five thousand years, I came to this starry sky again.
Different from any other time, Jiang Ding felt some resistance. He was excluded from the world and fell outside the distant dead starry sky.
Jiang Ding stood a long distance away, silently staring at the small world in the distance that he was so familiar with in the past.
This is a shining pearl in the universe.
She stands alone in a vast star field, with no small world around her. It is a lonely world isolated in the center of the immortal civilization.
If it weren't for the rules of the ascension platform in this world community, perhaps her existence would never be known.
"It's been five thousand years, does anyone still remember me?..."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself and looked into the distant distance.
Here, nature refers to the upper realm.
Five thousand years is a long time that cannot be ignored for a Hedao monk. If one-twentieth of his life is used to guard a god-transformation monk, it is not worth it.
I wonder if Lord Longevity Turtle of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm has such patience?
However, whether Lord Shougui has such patience is not an important matter and cannot affect anything.
"The longevity turtle is just the dead bones in the grave."
"Weak people whose lives have entered a countdown..."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself, his face still solemn, but he thought of the strong men in the Heavenly Realm who must exist in the Leiyang Heavenly Sword Realm.
——As for the most powerful person standing at the top of the upper world, a near-immortal-level existence in the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword realm has been guarding him for five thousand years?
Jiang Ding believed that he was not qualified to enjoy this honor for the time being.
However, the heavenly beings in the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm might not care about his existence.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect in the Upper Realm will definitely become heavenly beings in the future. It is a great hidden danger for such a being to be killed by a being who is close to the Immortal Sect Swordsman.
This means that Chunyang Jianzi may have a small chance of being promoted to a heavenly being.
This is the threat.
In the Immortal Way, the top strong one decides everything, even if there is even a slight threat. Without the Immortal Sect cultivating Chunyang Swordsman, the chance of becoming a heavenly person is very small, but the existence of this slight threat is enough to give people a huge motivation to pay attention. this matter.
"If it's not necessary, don't go to the upper world for the time being."
"Don't despise the wisdom of the immortal sect of the upper realm that has been passed down for tens of millions, and don't despise the wisdom of heaven and man, and take chances..."
Jiang Ding sighed.
This is the desired result.
But when you embark on the path of sword cultivation, if your goal is to become a true immortal, to forge the foundation closest to a true immortal, and you have such a greedy desire, many times risks may be inevitable.
What is the greatest greed in this world?
Immortality.
Immortality, endless time, possessing everything in the world, tangible and intangible.
With such greedy desires, a stable life may not be easy to come by.
"I really need an opponent."
"I need opponents like Daozi from the Upper Realm Immortal Sect, or at least a large number of opponents at the Immortal Sect's inheritance level, so that my sword embryo can truly advance to the ninth level."
Jiang Ding said slightly sadly.
He doesn't want any natural treasures or great opportunities, he just wants to meet these upper realm Taoists and have a good exchange with them.
"If I can't become an immortal, I will really feel worse than death."
Jiang Ding looked into the distance.
There are endless stars and seas in his eyes, endless greed and desire, and he is so clear-headed: "Set a time limit, at least fifteen thousand years later, make up twenty thousand years, and it will take at least twenty thousand years before I can Return to the upper realm."
"Twenty thousand years, even for the 200,000-year lifespan of a deity, it cannot be ignored."
"Is the upper world a very stable and leisurely world?"
"A heavenly being, a heavenly being who is also extremely important to the Immortal Sect in the Upper Realm, does nothing, no longer sits in charge of the sect, no longer restrains rival sect opponents, no longer practices, no longer refines magic weapons, it is a waste of time You have been motionless for 20,000 years just to guard me, a god-forming monk?"
"The probability is too small."
"At that time, the risk was greatly reduced, and I could give it a try..."
Jiang Ding thought about these things, glanced at the law net of heaven's law, didn't care much, and then focused on the clone in Xiaoqian World.
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Beiyuan·Black Demon Palace.
A young man in green clothes closed his eyes slightly and opened them again.
It was obviously still the same mana aura and divine consciousness aura, but in an instant, the pressure around him became dozens of times heavier, and it was extremely terrifying.
This change flashes and then disappears.
"Here again."
"It seems to be six or seven thousand years ago, right? There is a lot more attachment, emotion, cause and effect in the memory..."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
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This clone spent such a long period of time alone, and developed a path, memories, and emotions that were somewhat different from the original body.
Everything from the past comes to mind.
The data of the Thousand Miles Beacon Tower, an important political weapon in the Tushan Atrium, was imported into his soul and processed instantly. All the things that happened in the world for six or seven thousand years can be seen in the palm prints, and there are no secrets.
Many boring things happened again. The laws of nature were normal, but they could no longer arouse any curiosity in him.
"Please, all old friends, please meet me."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
His voice spread to the whole world without any speed or any magic weapon.
The billions of sentient beings in this world did not hear anything. This sound did not disturb their repeated grievances, love and hatred, production, cultivation and fighting day after day and year after year. The sound waves passed through the nine heavens, penetrated deep into the nine netherworlds, and spread to every place where there were living beings.
This sound skipped all mortals, Qigong, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, and many gods, and only appeared in the ears of specific gods.
At this moment, many of the oldest cultivators in this world were startled.
It has been too long, too long!
So much so that their memories are a little fuzzy, and they can't even react to what it is at the first time.
Then, these oldest cultivators in the world suddenly woke up.
Tears filled their eyes.
"... Master..."
"... Tianjun... Finally, once again..."
Many old gods burst into tears.
They remembered what they had experienced when they were young a long time ago, even though they had become the ancestors in the eyes of countless cultivators and had not forgotten.
Now!
That existence appeared again.
Based on their understanding of that existence, as long as he is alive, he must have been promoted to an extremely terrifying realm, an unimaginable realm.
And that person is nostalgic.
Today, perhaps it is the time when the opportunity of the Great Dao appears again, and there is a glimmer of hope for the immortal path again.
At this moment, the ancient strongmen who have been in silence for countless years and almost forgotten by the world reappeared between heaven and earth, laughing crazily, with tears in the corners of their eyes, and flew madly to the courtyard of Tushan.
Unfortunately, there are only a few of these ancient strongmen.
These are all the old friends of the Great Sun Sword Master in his youth.
All other living beings have been buried in the ancient time and will never be seen again.