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Chapter 1245: There is no one I know in the whole world

There was a flickering light between Jiang Ding's fingers, and the six orders in the sword energy rotated, appeared and disappeared, and were constantly arranged and combined, trying to find the six-order structure that best suited him.

The sword energy fluctuated, collapsing and exploding from time to time.

Only once in a while did the sword energy seem to be strengthened, but the principle and cause were all a mystery. Even seven times the soul of the same level could not scan it clearly. It was a mess.

"You can't rub it with your bare hands."

"We need to build a large formation or a super high standard laboratory. I don't know if the Immortal Sect has anything similar..."

Jiang Ding stopped his exploration attempts.

This is the difficulty in creating a breakthrough technique. It is simply not feasible for one person alone because various external conditions cannot be met.

Generally, when a sect encounters this kind of situation, it basically has to wait until its own cultivation becomes stronger, such as being promoted to the realm of refining emptiness, and having a major breakthrough in its soul computing power, observation ability, and scanning ability. Only then can it continue to explore. Otherwise, inspiration is only inspiration after all, and there is a long distance between it and real results.

As for trying to solve it using formations?
That is another difficult problem, which also requires waiting until one reaches a higher level.

This is a paradox.

In the world of cultivating immortals, it is often the people with the strongest cultivation who explore the way forward. There is a reason for this, and it is the result of a variety of factors.

The immortal sect cannot escape this common sense.

The difference is that the Immortal Sect has been following this path since its weakest time. By now, relevant disciplines have been accumulated, and immortal industrial technology and formation technology have been developed. There is no need to establish many disciplines from scratch in order to solve this problem.

Jiang Ding retracted his sword energy and expanded his spiritual awareness, spreading it to the entire Tushan courtyard.

strangeness.

It's all unfamiliar.

This was the first thought that came to his mind.

In the entire Tushan Courtyard, from maids to government officials, to cultivators from all over the country who were studying, old Yuanying Zhenjuns with many years of experience, to newly-minted cultivators... he didn't recognize any of them.

In Jiang Ding's own city, in Tushan Courtyard, which he built with his own hands, he became the only stranger.

Among the hundreds of thousands of monks in this mountain, there was not a single one for whom he had any feelings at all. They were no different from strangers he had never met.

At this moment, a feeling of desolation and loneliness grew in my heart.

Jiang Ding looked around.

It seemed as if he was the only one left in the world, lonely and isolated, without even anyone to talk to. Those low-level monks found it difficult to understand what he was thinking.

"No wonder, the further back in time a monk gets, the weirder his temperament becomes..."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly: "After such a long time, who wouldn't be abnormal, who wouldn't be aloof and indifferent, who wouldn't regard all living beings as ants?"

"Of course, this does not include me."

"I will always be young, always sixteen years old..."

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

"Someone is coming."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

Outside the Black Demon Palace, twelve maids at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, wearing long swords at their waists and long skirts, stood quietly outside the palace, guarding their monarch. They took turns to rest, and this has lasted for 1,200 years.

For the past 1,200 years, generation after generation of maids in the Nascent Soul stage were born, grew up, guarded the palace, and died, going back and forth, experiencing reincarnation again and again.

Their predecessors, their ancestors, themselves, and their descendants will always guard this cold palace.

For countless years, the maids regarded this place as an extremely important forbidden area.

They subconsciously ignored the possibility that there were still living people in this palace.

So much so that when a strange voice appeared in the palace, they were all stunned.

"Enemy attack!"

A maid from the six-tailed fox tribe screamed.

"who!"

"Anyone who enters the forbidden area without permission will be killed..."

Several maids drew their swords with murderous intent, completely ignoring the possibility that should be considered the most. One thousand two hundred years!
This is the life after life of countless Yuanying Zhenjuns. It is too long.

The other maids were stunned.

They pulled back the maid who had drawn the sword, and hurriedly found a jade slip "Tushan Maid's Manual" from the storage jade pendant. They searched inside and finally found a voice, a breath characteristic, a soul characteristic, and what they should do.

"Lord?"

A maid said tentatively.

Lord.

This title, similar to "ancestor", "founder of the sect", "ancestors" and so on, is the title placed on the altar in the Tushan courtyard.

No one has ever associated it with a living person; there is no such habit.

"Lord."

"Lord!"

“My Lord!!!!”

Soon, one by one, the maids in the Nascent Soul stage learned the history and confirmed it.

Their faces flushed and their eyes glowed, brighter than the stars.

Without anyone starting, they rushed into the palace one after another.

Tushan Tianjun!

The strongest person in the history of this world!
Defeat the Heavenly Lord who defeated the Heavenly Soldiers of Thunder from the Upper Realm!
A more powerful Lord than the ascended Lord Shuoyang!

The monarch of Tushan Courtyard, the founder of Tushan Courtyard, the master of Tushan maids, the oldest among the billions of creatures in this world!
More importantly, according to historical records, Tushan Tianjun was famous for being easy to talk to and basically would not vent his anger on others. As long as you did not violate the Tushan Law, your safety was guaranteed.

They are very likely the first people to meet Tushan Tianjun in the past 1,200 years!
"Bye...Bye, see you, my Lord!"

The twelve Tushan maids at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage looked at the young man in green on the throne with red faces.

Time seemed to have stopped for him, and no matter how many years passed, it could not change.

They seemed reserved and hesitant.

Because they had never seen Tushan Tianjun.

To them, this was just a stranger in the portrait. They couldn't even be sure if it was a real person, and some suspected that they were being impersonated.

If that's true, it's really embarrassing.

"Hello everyone."

“This is the first time I’ve encountered such a situation.”

Jiang Ding smiled slightly: "A group of girls I have never seen before told me that they are my maids. I am also a little at a loss as to what to do."

"My Lord, please forgive me for making a fool of myself..."

The maids felt ashamed when their thoughts were discovered.

They hadn't heard of being called a 'girl' for a long time, but now they didn't feel embarrassed at all, and instead felt that it was the way it should be.

"Get up."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

He connected his spiritual consciousness to the Tushan courtyard formation, making it hum slightly and operate, casting twelve spiritual flowers here.

This is part of the pure spiritual energy flowers that have accumulated over the years as the formation has been operating spontaneously. It is very effective in cleansing the soul and magical power, and can increase the success rate of incarnation slightly. It is one of the treasures of Tushan Courtyard.

"This is for you, the first time we've met in a thousand years."

Jiang Ding waved his hand gently, and twelve pure spiritual flowers fell on the chests of the twelve maids.

"Thank you, Lord!"

The twelve maids at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage had no doubts at all and greeted him in unison in tender voices.

(End of this chapter)