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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.

Unlike any other time, Jiang Ding felt a vague resistance, as if he was excluded from the small world and fell into the distant and dead starry sky.

Jiang Ding was gazing silently at the small world in the distance that he had once been so familiar with from a long distance.

This is a bright pearl in the universe, shining brightly.

She stands alone in a vast star field, with no small worlds around her. It is a lonely world isolated from the center of the immortal civilization.

If it weren't for the ascension platform rules of 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, looking off into the distance.

Here, naturally refers to the upper bound.

Five thousand years is a long time that cannot be ignored for a Hedao cultivator. If one twentieth of his life is used to wait for a Shenhua cultivator, it is totally not worth it.

I wonder if the Longevity Turtle God of Leiyang Tianjian Realm has such patience?

However, whether or not the Longevity Turtle God has such patience is not an important matter and will not affect anything.

"The longevity turtle is nothing but dry bones in a tomb."

"The weak whose lives are already counting down..."

Jiang Ding talked to himself, his expression still solemn, but he was thinking of the powerful people in the realm of heaven and man that must exist in Lei Yangtian Sword Realm.

——As for the strongest person standing at the top of the upper realm, Lei Yangtian, a near-immortal-level existence in the sword realm, has been lurking around him for five thousand years?
Jiang Ding felt that he was not qualified for this honor for the time being.

However, the celestial beings in the Leiyangtian Sword Realm may not necessarily be unaware of his existence.

A disciple of the immortal sect in the upper realm will surely become a celestial being in the future. It is a huge hidden danger for such an existence to be killed by an existence close to the swordsman of the immortal sect.

This means that Chunyang Jianzi may have a small chance of being promoted to a higher level than the celestial beings.

This is the threat.

In the way of immortals, the top strong ones decide everything. Even if there is a slight threat, the probability of Chunyang Swordsman achieving something above the celestial beings without the cultivation of the immortal sect is very small, but the existence of this slight threat is enough to give people a huge motivation to pay attention to this matter.

"If it's not necessary, don't go to the upper realm for now."

"Don't underestimate the wisdom of the immortal sects in the upper realms that have inherited tens of millions of people, and don't underestimate the wisdom of the gods. Don't be lucky..."

Jiang Ding sighed.

This is the desired outcome.

But once you embark on the path of sword cultivation, if your goal is to achieve true immortality and forge the foundation closest to true immortality, you have such a greedy desire that taking risks may be inevitable in many cases.

What is the greatest greed in this world?
Immortality.

Immortality, endless time, and possession of everything in the world, visible and invisible.

If living beings have such greedy desires, it may not be easy for them to live a peaceful life.

"I really need an opponent."

"I need opponents like the Taoist disciples of the upper realm immortal sects, or at least a large number of opponents at the level of immortal sect inheritance, to allow my sword embryo to truly advance to the ninth level."

Jiang Ding said with a little sadness.

He didn't want any rare treasures or great opportunities, he just wanted to meet these Taoists from the upper realm and have a good exchange with them.

"If I can't become an immortal, I will be more miserable than dying."

Jiang Ding looked into the distance.

There were endless stars and seas in his eyes, endless greed and desire, but he was so clear-headed: "Let's set a deadline. At least fifteen thousand years later, twenty thousand years in total. It will take at least twenty thousand years for me to return to the upper realm."

"Twenty thousand years is not negligible considering the 200,000-year lifespan of a celestial being."

"Is the upper realm some very peaceful and leisurely world?"

"A celestial being, a celestial being that is extremely important to the immortal sect in the upper realm, does nothing, doesn't guard the sect, doesn't contain the rival sect's opponents, doesn't practice, doesn't refine magic weapons, and spends 20,000 years without moving, just to wait for a Divine Transformation cultivator like me?" "The probability is too small."

"At that time, the risk was greatly reduced, so I could give it a try..."

Jiang Ding thought about these things, glanced at the law network of the Heavenly Dao rules, but didn't care much about it. Then he turned his attention to the clone in the Small Thousand Worlds.

……

Beiyuan Black Demon Palace.

A young man in blue closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again.

It was clearly still the same aura of magic power and spiritual consciousness, but in an instant, the pressure around him became dozens of times heavier and extremely terrifying.

This change was fleeting and finally disappeared.

“Here we are again.”

"It seems to be six or seven thousand years, right? There are many more attachments, emotions, and causes and effects in my memory..."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

This clone spent such a long period of time alone, and developed a path, memories, and emotions that were slightly different from the original.

All the things in the past came to mind.

The data of the Wanli Beacon Tower, an important government equipment in the Tushan Courtyard, was imported into his soul and processed in an instant. He could see all the events that had happened in the world over the past six or seven thousand years, like observing the lines on the palm of his hand, and there were no secrets.

Many boring things happened again, just like the laws of nature, but they could no longer arouse any curiosity in him.

"Please, my old friends, let's meet."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, and without the help of any magic weapon, it spread to the whole world.

Billions of living beings in this world heard nothing. The sound did not disturb their repeated grudges, love and hatred, production, training 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 voice bypassed all mortals, Qigong, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, and many gods transformation cultivators, and only appeared in the ears of specific gods transformation cultivators.

At this moment, many of the oldest monks in the world were stunned.

It’s been too long, too long!

To the point that their memories were a little fuzzy, and they couldn't even react to what it was the first time.

Then, these oldest monks in the world suddenly woke up.

Tears welled up.

“…My Lord…”

"...Tianjun...Finally, once again..."

Many experienced masters of the Divine Transformation realm burst into tears.

They recalled what they had experienced when they were young a long, long time ago. Even though they had become ancestors in the eyes of countless cultivators, they had not forgotten it.

now!

That existence appeared again.

Based on their understanding of that existence, as long as he is alive, he must have ascended to an extremely terrifying realm, an unimaginable realm.

And that person is a nostalgic one.

Today, perhaps, is the time when the opportunity for the great Dao appears again, and there is a glimmer of hope for the immortal path again.

At this moment, the ancient powerful men who had been in silence for countless years and were almost forgotten by the world reappeared between heaven and earth, laughing wildly, with tears in the corners of their eyes, and flew madly towards the courtyard of Tushan.

Unfortunately, there are only a few of these ancient powerful men.

These are all the old friends of Great Sun Sword Master from his youth.

All other living beings have been buried in the ancient times and will never be seen again.

(End of this chapter)