Jiang Ding collected many Air-Space Motherships and war machines, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, standing alone in the Starry Sky, gazing at the distant Star River, lost in thought.
Who knows how much time had passed.
A patch of black fog condensed in the Star River, revealing the silhouette of a portly man in black.
"Swordsman."
The figure in black slightly bowed: "The inheritance of the Sword Pavilion is now concentrated on you. Currently, no one else shares the authority of the Dari Swordsman. You can have everything that the Sword Pavilion has."
At this moment, Jiang Ding felt many invisible barriers surrounding him.
Barriers of Cause and Effect, of Space, but mostly of Sword Dao, preventing him from being tracked by powerful enemies, providing him with ample space to grow.
"Is it possible to locate Mingguang Zi's position?"
Jiang Ding asked.
Mingguang Zi carried the last legacy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.
