The conversation did not last long. Jiang Ding left behind a clone and went to attend to military affairs of the Xianmen Sect.
He arrived at Qingmu Middle Realm, searching the world inch by inch, not overlooking even a spot beneath a stone, meticulously searching for the causal aura of the Ancient God Arm.
While working, he also divided his attention to multiple tasks, cultivating, inferring various swordsmanship and cultivation methods, and participating in various research projects of the Xianmen Sect, without a moment's pause.
This was certainly going to be a lengthy process.
However, it was of no consequence. Beings with a lifespan of five hundred thousand years have excellent patience, and what is called tedium is nothing more than dust, insignificant.
Unknowingly, more than fifty years passed.
"Qingmu Middle Realm has none."
Jiang Ding finished searching the last coastal area and got the answer.
