Jiang Ding gazed at the Taiqing Flying Sword in his hand.
This was a beam of light, a colorless solar radiance, crossing countless ages from the Dharma-Ending City Era to descend into the present world.
If you shift your angle, you can vaguely see the nine-colored hue; the essence of light is a synthesis of multiple colors.
Just like his Great Dao, it has absorbed useful things encountered from the Xianmen Sect, Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, Ancient God Ancestor Master, Nine-leaf Sword Grass, Six Dao Reincarnation, merging into his Great Dao and becoming his own.
At this moment, the Taiqing Flying Sword has gone through two instances of Flying Sword Nirvana within the Nine Heavens Ascension Sword Crafting Skills.
"Taiqing,"
"You have been somewhat diminished, encountering such opponents..."
Jiang Ding muttered softly.
Battling with such opponents brings no joy in combat, just like slaughter, this is not the exciting life of a sword cultivator.
Clang!
