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Capítulo 2240: Chapter 2207: If I Do Not Die, the Sword Emperor Will Not Return Here Before His Twilight Years

Donglingshan Mountain, once again emerges in the human world.

A mountain forest remembered by an ancient mighty figure reappears in the world, immortal and undying, just like this figure who has long been forgotten by countless beings of the Beiyuan Small Realm, appearing once more.

“Mountain forest!”

“Immortal! Immortals…”

“Immortals descend to the world…”

In this instant, countless mortals around the desert knelt in worship, looking at the dead bone desert that suddenly turned into a dense forest, smelling the fresh scent of grass and trees, and hearing the sound of flowing water, as if witnessing an immortal miracle.

“Immortal…”

Not only these mortals, even the cultivators trembled and knelt.

Whether they were Qi Practitioner cultivators or Foundation-building cultivators, even those known as Ancestor Masters like Golden Pill Monks and Nascent Soul Monks knelt on the ground silently, not feeling ancient but instead felt as humble as a child.

Even some Nascent Soul Monks trembled upon discovering nearby cultivators with ethereal auras, instinctively feeling the pressure and kneeling down, even more humbly.

This is Spirit Transformation!

Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch!

More humble, more fearful Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs!

These Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs are the rulers of the world, the oldest of beings, yet now they are as ignorant as infants, as if they’ve never seen the world before.

A single thought, and mountains and rivers change, the world transforms!

A young man and woman slowly walked through this mountain forest, passing through a patch of land where a humanoid figure had crushed the trees, through a ruined temple, to an abandoned mortal city.

This city had mottled city gates, bustling streets, a stinking ditch on Lanban Street, majestic government offices, and the grand Zhendonghou Mansion… and of course, that small shop.

All these things were memories from bygone days.

Every brick, every scratch on the stone slabs, the threshold and doors of the shop just recently mended, all appeared as they did when the Great Sun Swordsman departed.

As if it were yesterday.

“Dongling City, home, mother and father…”

Gong Caiyu gazed blankly, her eyes slightly reddened.

It’s been so many years, so many years.

The smiles and figures of her father and mother once again surfaced in her mind, her father was the sect leader of the Qixuan School, her mother had suffered misfortune, but later everything improved, everyone got better…

All because of him.

“This small shop is nice.”

Jiang Ding smiled.

The young boy of back then was so brave, so wise and cautious, I need to learn from him.

The two continued their stroll, the mountains and earth rapidly swept by their sides.

The Qiyu Sect, one of the Three Sects of Yue, appeared before them, the sect’s structures remained unchanged, along with the Golden Lotus Peak having a second-tier superior Gold Attribute Spiritual Vein where the Sword Immortal cultivated during the Qi Practicing Phase for a long time.

“Is the Qiyu Sect still passing down its teachings?”

Jiang Ding casually asked.

Back then, during the time he received benevolence from the Qiyu Sect, he promised in his heart to shelter the Qiyu Sect for at least three thousand years without cessation.

Don’t underestimate the brevity, a mere snap of fingers spanning three thousand years. To the young boy practicing Qi at that time, it was considered a very distant era, a weighty promise.

Of course, the promise was fulfilled long ago, which was why Jiang Ding ceased to pay attention.

“It still exists, my lord.”

“The world has not forgotten.”

Gong Caiyu checked the records, stating, “Through the ascension rules of the Great Thousand World, Tushan Central Court continues to exert influence here. Your casual instructions back then remain effective, the Qiyu Sect still exists, Immortal Qiyu’s worship still exists, and the worship of generations of Ancestor Masters of this sect still exists.”

“Of course, it is not prominent now, merely a Foundation Establishment Sect.”

“Historically, this sect was extremely powerful, producing many Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs, and after ascension to the Fallen Realm, it achieved a Heavenly Man. But now it has declined because your casual instruction was only for the sect’s survival, not its strength, which entirely relies on themselves.”

Gong Caiyu explained in detail, always prepared for anything the Sword Immortal might ask.

This is the terror of being a True Immortal; even a casually spoken word can impact time spanning over a million years, or even millions of years or longer.

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The casual actions of a higher-up can cause drastic changes to the world.

“Let it be.”

“No need to tend to it anymore, it goes against the natural laws of the Heavenly Dao.”

Jiang Ding gently nodded.

The promise extended three thousand years multiplied numerous times, it’s sufficient now.

The strong should thrive, the weak should diminish or perish; it’s the natural law, fighting this law inevitably leads to decay and weakness, inevitably paying the respective price.

Though this tiny causal influence is minuscule and almost unobservable, Jiang Ding does not intend to continue bearing it.

Respecting natural laws, utilizing natural laws is what ensures longevity.

“Understood, my lord.”

Gong Caiyu noted down.

The surrounding world changed, and in the next moment, the two arrived at the site of the Tushan Monster Country.

Here, many events of monumental significance occurred.

Many things originating from the Tushan Monster Country now begin to affect countless Great Thousand Worlds, countless Star Domains, even causing tremendous effects on the entire Endless Starry Sky.

“Tu Shan Maiden Corps…”

“Tushan Law…”

“Tushan Central Court…”

“And numerous Treasures, Immortal Dao Technology, Formation Method beginning with Tushan…”

Jiang Ding chuckled softly: “Caiyu, unknowingly, this Tushan Monster Country has already produced many influences in the Endless Starry Sky.”

“Who could have imagined, the origin of the name Tushan was actually a few Golden Core Fox Demons?”

“The changes of the world, no more than this.”

Time indeed is an impressive thing, changing so much.

“My lord,”

“Should we build a monument here?”

Gong Caiyu hesitantly asked, “Many events here are worth remembering in history.”

This place, simply, is the Dragon Ascending Land for the Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy, of profound significance, potentially birthing many treasures of time and cause.

“No need.”

“We are not the short-lived mortals, nothing to commemorate.”

Jiang Ding spoke blandly.

All these past events remain in his mind; for the countless descendants who worship and commemorate, those who have experienced them bear the knowledge, others’ reverence holds no meaning.

Since it’s been seen, there’s nothing else worth visiting in this world.

Jiang Ding arrived at the Tushan Central Court of Northern Plains, waving his hand to collect one-tenth of the taxes accumulated over ten thousand years in this Minor Thousand World, mainly consisting of Spirit Stones and some low-tier Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.

This was the promise he made when leaving the Beiyuan Small Realm.

The tax from this small realm, Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy enjoys one-tenth, it’s both responsibility and obligation.

As for taxes further back than ten thousand years ago, they were taken by the ascension cultivators to the Perishing Immortal Realm’s Tushan Central Court, deposited in the national treasury, a special favor for the Dragon Ascending Land.

“Let’s go back.”

“There’s nothing much worth watching.”

Jiang Ding sighed lightly: “Unless something unexpected happens, if I don’t fall in the battlefield against True Immortals, I shouldn’t return here before my imperial twilight years.”

“Tedious and dull.”

“Only then the old man enveloped in twilight might find leisure reminiscing past events, exceptionally nostalgic.”

The Sword Immortal’s tone carried unwillingness, a hint of sorrow, and many extremely complex emotions.

“Yes, my lord.”

Gong Caiyu accompanied him gently at his side.