Chapter 1328: Blood Lake Daoist, I Have Waited for You for Thirty Years

Jiang Ding silently cultivated, refined his flying sword, participated in various Immortal Dao research projects of the Immortal Sect, deduced the embryonic forms of his five great immortal arts and sword techniques, and at the same time observed the development of the Thunder Flame Domain.

Another thirty years later.

On this day, the Qi Sect's tribute envoy completed this millennium's Thunder Flame Domain tax collection, and under the farewell of two major True Sect Void Refinement cultivators, entered the Golden Sea Domain.

Accompanying the Qi Sect's tribute envoy were also the Dao soldiers of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect and the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain.

Not only the Dao soldiers of these two major True Sects, but the Dao soldiers of several nearby domains were also conscripted, all moving together toward the Golden Sea Domain. The vast immortal armies marched in mighty formation, their imposing pressure terrifying, and the news could not be concealed at all.

"Truly differential treatment,"

"Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun... no, Master Shuoyang True Sovereign and the others are in trouble."

Jiang Ding said with schadenfreude.

The Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain side fought and fought, with wars stretching on for several thousand years, and the Qi Sect only warned again and again, never truly taking action.

But as soon as Master Shuoyang True Sovereign and the others' Jin Chong Guang Sect showed signs of subverting the order, it immediately drew thunderous suppression, and the Jin Chong Guang Sect's submission and bribery were utterly useless.

The Qi Sect's tribute envoy completely ignored it.

"It's good that these people die, consider it a cleansing."

"Since the Qi Sect's envoy has left, and the Qi Sect's gaze has temporarily turned away from here, then..."

Jiang Ding slowly stood up.

The scorching white in his eyes could finally no longer be suppressed in the slightest, piercing through his pupils, with scorching white flames burning in both eyes, melting space, distorting the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

"Blood Lake True Sovereign!"

"More than four thousand years ago, your avatar beat me up."

"More than thirty years ago, you burned, killed, and plundered on my turf, seizing the living souls and flesh of numerous Nascent Soul, Jin Dan, and Soul Transformation cultivators, humiliating me..."

"I am a tolerant and benevolent person."

"Therefore, I have decided to grant you a magnanimous death."

Boom!

The emerald palace emitted the sound of space and rules shattering, and a grey-green-haired old man vanished. The powerful gust caused the palace to sway, terrifying many Soul Transformation cultivators of the Swamp Demon City who were guarding the palace.

……

Jiang Ding activated his full concealment, flying at extreme speed in the sky, occasionally flashing once or twice, teleporting to distant places.

Truly in a state of battle, his mind-lake instead became completely serene.

The inner demon roared madly, yet could not affect him.

In just a few hours, with the help of pre-laid teleportation arrays, Jiang Ding had already traversed the vast land of the Thunder Flame Domain and arrived outside the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain.

This was a lake resembling a sea domain, spanning several thousand kilometers, with blood waters surging, and occasionally white bones and zombies rolling up.

The dark clouds in the sky were formed by countless

vengeful ghosts and fierce spirits piling together.

It was truly a terrifying demonic sect gate, a forbidden zone for living beings. When it came to cruelty, the legendary hell might not compare to humanity's cruelty toward its own kind.

"By regulation, when the Immortal Sect's envoy leaves the domain, the True Sect's master must see them off."

"Now the Blood Lake True Sovereign must be near the domain wall."

Jiang Ding needed no array formations, simply standing near the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain waiting silently, with the Materialist Sun Sword Soul probing in all directions, awaiting the arrival of the acquaintance from four thousand years ago.

Under the Sword Soul, no concealment, no escape technique would work, and the Sword Soul's locking onto living beings far exceeded the range of Void Refinement cultivators' divine sense—this was the characteristic of the Sword Cultivator path.

"Will the Blood Lake True Sovereign return directly to the sect, or ignore the prohibition and directly fight the Wan Lei True Sovereign?"

"I very much look forward to his choice."

"Regardless of the choice, Blood Lake Daoist, please do not get injured, do not let a ripe fruit rot halfway—this will make me angry..."

Jiang Ding thought quietly.

At this moment, his patience was terrifyingly strong. The more the inner demon churned and roared, tumbling ceaselessly, tempting him to commit all sorts of mad acts, the more rational he became.

He even greatly enjoyed this moment of waiting; the inner demon could not interfere with him in the slightest.

On the contrary, at this moment, the terrifying inner demon brought by sword-forging was his aid.

An even more scorching Sword Soul, an even more rational and icy heart—this was the opportunity the inner demon brought him.

As long as he ultimately slew the enemy, there would be no aftereffects.

One year, two years, three years, ten years...

During this period, the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain was utterly peaceful. Two early-stage Void Refinement cultivators of the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain returned, but neither caused any stir, just as they had returned to the sect countless times over tens of thousands of years.

Only the strongest Blood Lake Old Ancestor was the target.

Jiang Ding stood above the Blood Lake, hidden in the deepest layer of space, like a stone, like a drop of water, like a dead object. For ten years he had not moved once, had not cultivated once, had no breath of life whatsoever.

In such a state, even another Sword Soul Sword Cultivator could not find him in the slightest.

Time flowed like water, and before he knew it, another twenty years had passed.

This period of time was enough for an infant to become a middle-aged person capable of holding up a household, with mature worldviews and values, becoming the backbone of society.

The Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain gained a batch of new disciples. Hundreds of thousands of outstanding talents gathered from all over, thrown into the Blood Prison to fight in pairs—only the final hundred could become true disciples of the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain.

The dead were not wasted; they would become high-quality fierce ghosts and zombies, adding a sliver of subtle heritage to the Blood Lake.

All these matters were operating normally.

This demonic sect was everyt

hing normal, just as it had been for countless days and nights over the past hundred thousand years, utterly unremarkable.

At a certain moment,

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, his pupils burning with scorching white flames looking into the distance.

There, a blood light with a sky-piercing bloody aura was flying toward the Blood Lake, its pressure heavy, its demonic intent chilling, as if the lord of billions of blood ghosts, a hellish demon king.

He flew over openly and aboveboard.

This was his sect, the place where he had cultivated in silence for tens of thousands of years; there was no reason to hide.

Blood Lake True Lord!

At this moment, across tens of thousands of kilometers of land, space underwent an extremely subtle change; the mortal world was enveloped within it, the change so faint that even Refinement Void cultivators could not detect it.

"Wan Lei is very cunning. He returned to his sect the first chance he got."

"His sect's grand array is a threat. I must destroy the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect within a few hundred years and obtain enough blood puppets, including living Refinement Void puppets. The ones above have little patience. The mire can also be used. Once I borrow that one dharma treasure, he absolutely will not be able to escape again…"

Countless thoughts rose and perished in the mind of Blood Lake Old Ancestor.

The warning from the Qi Sect's Offering Envoy was completely ignored by him. At this critical juncture of having already reached the peak of Refinement Void, at this critical juncture where his lifespan was at most five or six thousand years, nothing could stop his wild ambitions.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

"Who?"

"Who is it?!"

Blood Lake Old Ancestor shouted sharply.

His killing intent was icy cold as he stared fixedly ahead.

The surrounding tens of thousands of kilometers of land, and the sect's Blood Lake right before his eyes, had at some point unknowingly become infinitely distant, as if they were far beyond the nine heavens, no longer visible.

Within this, the figure of a youth in blue robes grew ever clearer.

"Blood Lake,"

"Where have you been?"

The blue-robed youth's voice was gentle as he slowly said, "I waited for you for thirty years. In those thirty years I did nothing at all—I was just waiting for you. This is the first time I've ever waited for someone so long."

"What have you been busy with lately?"

He asked as casually as if making small talk, like an acquaintance striking up a conversation on the roadside.