Dan Ding Immortal Sect, Dan Ding Daozi, dead?
Jiang Ding's expression was slightly dazed.
How many years has it been, an old life-and-death enemy has now passed away, and he actually felt a hint of sadness.
This is not sadness for this Daozi.
But sadness for the passing of time.
Will there eventually be a day when all the creatures he knows in this world die, leaving him alone, with everyone he meets being a stranger?
If one lives long enough, this day will inevitably come.
Jiang Ding sighed softly in his heart.
He looked down at a young Harmonization God Monarch, whose aura was extremely similar to the past Dan Ding Daozi, generation after generation, always so similar.
This, is inheritance.
Similar to bloodline inheritance, yet a more important inheritance; how many diabolical magnates, how many ruthless slaughterers, ultimately cannot let go of the sect's inheritance, even if they do not like these younger disciples.
