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Chapter 1355: Take a look at this world again

Jiang Ding is flying in the sky.

Today, the Small Thousand Worlds is no longer an extremely vast area for him.

He used the Six Paths Order as a lever and followed the rules. Space almost lost its distance in front of him, at least in the observation of the spiritual consciousness of a spirit-transforming cultivator. A thousand miles was like one step, and there was no difference at all between the two.

At a certain moment, Jiang Ding stopped and looked at the ground.

To be precise, it is a mountain range that stretches hundreds of kilometers across the earth. To a Jindan cultivator, it is just a small mound of earth that can be easily destroyed with one blow. In fact, it is not worthy of the word mountain.

The name of this mountain range is Dongling Mountain.

This was the name at least four thousand years ago.

Now in the minds of the surrounding mortals and cultivators, this mountain range seems to be called Blue Iron Mountain, because it produces a common ore called blue iron ore, and the swords and weapons forged from it are the favorites of martial artists in the world.

Over thousands of years, the name of this mountain range has changed many times, perhaps because of minerals, because of a certain emperor, or because of a war, for various reasons.

The ancient name of Dongling Mountain has long been lost in time.

However, in the minds of the gods in this world, its name is still Dongling Mountain and it has never changed.

“This is where I first showed up.”

"More than four thousand years ago..."

Jiang Ding didn't say anything, nor did he look anywhere, he just thought silently.

His gaze seemed to penetrate more than four thousand years of time, and he saw the scene of an ignorant high school student appearing in this world for the first time.

He was a high school student of about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing color-changing camouflage uniform. A drone was hovering in the sky more than two thousand meters above his head, carefully exploring the surroundings.

“We were so handsome back then!”

"A man and a sword came to my future world, and little by little began to save the people of the world from danger."

Jiang Ding was quite pleased with himself.

He did not look down on his younger self's thoughts at all. Instead, he sincerely admired him and planned to learn from him.

Then, again,
Become the master of the world!

"Meteoric world..."

Jiang Ding whispered.

"Now this world is shrouded in glorious order."

"There will be no more large-scale wars, whether between mortals or cultivators. Tushan Law covers all civilized places. All the people in the world, including humans, demons, and cultivators, are bathed in order."

"The world is now tens of times more peaceful and happy than before."

"Whether it's life expectancy, wealth, spiritual and cultural wealth, or the hope of the Great Dao, it's at least ten times what it was when I arrived."

"The world has me, the world has me, what a blessing!"

"How can such luck and such a glorious order only be enjoyed by the creatures of this small world? This is unfair. I have an obligation to save more people..."

Jiang Ding looked up at the sky, at the distant endless starry sky.

Keng~
The Taiqing Flying Sword hummed softly, cold and bloody, as if billions of seas of blood were condensed into a wisp, spreading between heaven and earth, but without affecting the ants in the slightest.

More than two thousand years!
Two thousand years!
In two thousand years, the Great Sun Flying Sword has never killed any strong man. This should not be the case. This is not the nature of the Great Sun Flying Sword. No matter how strong a cultivator's self-control is, there is a limit.

"No, no no."

"My self-control is unlimited..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

The scarlet and fiery color in his eyes slowly faded away, and his whole body returned to normal, without any trace of murderous intent, as if the frenzy just now was just an illusion.

Jiang Ding walked along Dongling Mountain, silently looking at the past footprints.

There used to be a Dongling Mansion and Dongling City next to Dongling Mountain. Now it has become a desolate jungle without even any ruins. No one remembers that hundreds of thousands of people once lived here, and many earth-shaking events happened here, which later affected the whole world.

"If archaeologists come here, they will still be able to find some traces." Jiang Ding reached out and picked up a tile from the soil hundreds of meters deep. He searched it carefully in his soul, especially the memories of his childhood.

"This is a tile from the left side of the tiled house in the front yard of my buddy's grocery store. It's in the ninth row and seventh column. It's still intact."

"It's fate."

"Little thing, it's been four thousand years, and you're still around. That's good."

Jiang Ding put it away.

Then, his figure flashed and he walked to the nearby Qiyu Sect's mountain gate.

This is still a Jindan-level sect. Compared to more than four thousand years ago, it has neither declined nor prospered. It just exists in an ordinary way. Perhaps it will exist for tens of thousands of years in the future.

It all started with a promise.

More than four thousand years ago, Jiang Ding joined the Seven Feathers Sect and promised to protect the Seven Feathers Sect's heritage for at least three thousand years. Now he has done it.

The only pity is that the witnesses of his promise, Master Baimei, Li Qingyun, and the second senior brother, had long since died and reached the end of their lifespans. No one came to see that he had fully fulfilled his promise that spanned three thousand years.

Jiang Ding took another step forward, crossed the Soulless Desert, and arrived at the Soul-Bearing Fairy City.

This is the fairy city in the Tushan Courtyard. It is even more prosperous, with many monks. Various mid- and low-end fairy industries have been established here, creating huge wealth and benefiting all monks and mortals.

"I was the first Nascent Soul cultivator to be killed, Master Shen Ya. I still remember you."

"so good……"

Jiang Ding sighed slightly.

His steps were slow, often covering tens of thousands of kilometers in one step. He visited one place after another in history where he had been and where important events had taken place, recalling the past and feeling deeply moved.

Unfortunately, this world is too small.

It took him several hours to complete this commemoration, and his heart of Taoism was closed, with no more regrets.

Jiang Ding knew that he might never come to these places he had been to in the past again, because he no longer had any curiosity, and this was the last time.

In the future, even if I become an immortal, I will never come here again.

Because it is not necessary.

Before we know it, many things are already the last time.

Finally, Jiang Ding came to the Blood Demon Abyss in the East China Sea and watched silently.

A bloody fight is taking place here.

The Lord of the Sun, with his head full of wildly dancing golden hair, already looked like a middle-aged cultivator. He roared and flew his sword to attack a blood demon at the peak of the incarnation level. His immortal sword intent spread in all directions, slashing down one sword light after another, splitting the scorpion-tailed blood demon at the peak of the incarnation level into pieces.

With a body in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation, he slaughtered the Blood Demon at the peak stage of the Spiritual Transformation like a slaughterer!
"weak."

"too weak."

After killing his enemy, Lieyang Tianjun did not feel proud at all, but rather bitter: "In this world, besides weaklings like you, there are also you and those you do not allow to be killed."

“You are too strong.”

"I can't find strong people in the middle state to use their lives to build a ladder for me to climb to you."

"It's my misfortune."

He walked out of the battlefield and bowed deeply to the young man in blue not far away.

"Jianzi, after three thousand years, congratulations on coming out of seclusion and making great progress in your cultivation."

At the same time, Han Lin, Da'ai Tianjun, Gong Caiyu and other twelve Tushan Zhongting Tianjuns bowed deeply in greeting.

"Greetings, Lord Tian!"

"Greetings to the Lord!"

(End of this chapter)