Unbeknownst to anyone, more than a hundred years have passed.
On this day, accompanied by a soft hum and a sharp whistle, the Taiqing Flying Sword shone brightly, its overall aura enhancing slightly, becoming even sharper.
The eleventh Sun Rules Restriction, completed.
"It's roughly one Sun Rules Restriction every thousand years."
Jiang Ding gently caressed his Life Flying Sword, silently estimating, "The limit of a Dao Merging Treasure is thirty-six layers of rule restrictions. I might need about twenty-four thousand years to refine the Taiqing Flying Sword to its limit."
"If I could break through the Heavenly Sword Swordsmanship, the process would be halved."
"If my Sword Soul could break through from its juvenile stage to its youth stage, the process would be shortened by another third."
