In the world that was about to be destroyed, amidst heaps of gray and white lifeless corpses, a weed emerged!
This weed had two leaves and a slim, small body, yet it broke through the soil from the ashes. Its branches and leaves swayed with the wind, the golden-yellow foliage absorbing and exuding light. It survived under the Great Sun's destroying light, showing not a hint of scorching.
Through countless cycles of indomitable regeneration, it adapted to the environment and developed the ability to survive and reproduce under the Great Sun's Sword Intent of Destruction!
"Immortal Sword Intent!"
"Sword Realm!"
Jiang Ding, whose essence was akin to the subconsciousness of the Heavenly Dao, deeply felt the greatness of many predecessors from the Immortal Path who had blazed new trails, and he was profoundly in awe of their wisdom.
All things that seemed ordinary were the foundation stones for subsequent realms.
