A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

While Tushan's clone was busy in Beiyuan, Jiang Ding had already left the Great Sun Tianchi, broke through the atmosphere downwards, entered the planet, and arrived at his home in Rongcheng.

Jiang Ding walked through the middle of the community, and as always there were many curious eyes around him.

He paused slightly.

Again, again.

The last time he went back home seemed to be decades, or even hundreds of years, and he met a neighbor, a young couple.

But this time, the people were missing, not even the old ones.

In this community full of people, where I grew up as a baby, I looked around and saw no one I knew.

Even if we know each other now, we won’t see each other next time.

Jiang Ding lost the desire to say hello and get to know his new neighbors.

He walked straight to the house, took out the key and opened the door.

This house, which had not been seen for decades, was actually covered with a thick layer of dust. The Great Sun Destruction Sword Domain spread out and it took some time to clean it up.

Jiang directed the Immortal Sword Intent carefully into the surrounding area to maintain the existence of televisions, tables, chairs, quilts, pots and pans, etc., keeping them as they were more than four hundred years ago.

"about there……"

Jiang Ding's consciousness scanned the surroundings, confirming that every place was filled with immortal sword intent, and nodded with satisfaction.

As long as he does not die and his home does not suffer from external god-level attacks or long-term Nascent Soul-level attacks, these furniture will not be damaged and will remain as they are now until the mother and sister wake up after a long period of sleep.

At that time, many familiar people between heaven and earth were gone, and their life spans had ended, but at least the home was still the same.

Jiang Ding stayed at home for several days.

After waking up in the morning, he locked the door again and went to Rongcheng Cemetery to pay homage to his grandparents, Zhang Dingjun, Guo Kui and others. He visited their graves and told interesting things that happened recently in Xianmen.

Finally, he came to Qianyang City, stopped in front of a mist-shrouded cave gate in the city center, and waited silently.

After a while, accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps, a middle-aged Taoist priest with an immortal spirit walked quickly and said with a smile as he walked: "Jiang Ding, what kind of wind blew today to bring you here? He is actually willing to come to my kennel to see me.”

This person is Lin Yuanwang.

Over the past few hundred years, he has changed a lot, his temperament has become more mature, he looks like a true cultivator, and he is in the late stage of Jindan.

"Your third-level top-notch cave in the city center is not a doghouse."

Jiang Ding curled his lips and looked at the six young men following Lin Yuanwang nervously.

In their twenties and thirties, the man is handsome and unrestrained, while the woman is youthful and beautiful. She has inherited the same good looks as Lin Wanqiu from her grandmother and grandfather.

Same as myself.

"Hello, ancestors!"

The six young men stammered.

Ancestor?

Jiang Ding's face fell.

But I can't say anything and lose my temper to the little guys.

"Hahaha!"

Lin Yuanwang laughed heartily.

Jiang Ding glared at him, showed a kind smile, and praised: "Hello, you are young, and you are in the late stage of Qi training. You are really a talented person, much better than us at that time."

"If grandpa and grandma find out, they will definitely laugh from ear to ear."

"Thank you for your praise, we are not as numerous as our ancestors."

A square-looking young man said in shame.

They know that the grandparents are the grandparents of this ancestor. Their ancestors may sound like they happened a few days ago, but in fact they happened four to five hundred years ago.

At that time, their father's father's... father had not yet been born.

"I mean it."

Jiang Ding smiled.

This is indeed a fact. Both he and Lin Yuanwang were not very fast in their initial cultivation. Their families were poor and could not compare with today's young people.

"Jiang Ding, it's time for you to give me a greeting gift."

Seeing that he didn't move, Lin Yuan urged: "This is the first time an elder meets a junior, so he has to give it to him. This is the general etiquette."

"Don't be too expensive, just give me whatever you want."

He knew that his cousin was not stingy, but had never experienced such a thing.

"ah?"

Jiang Ding was stunned for a moment, feeling a little strange.

Ever since he started practicing Taoism, he has always been a little guy. In front of True Lord Dinghai, in front of True Lord Killer of Souls, in front of Zhang Junsheng, there are also Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord, Divine Machine Heavenly Lord, etc.

Otherwise, he is the master or enemy of Beiyuan, and he has never given greetings to others as an elder.

I don’t want to think about it today, it’s an experience.

These young people are the young heroes of the family. Unlike Jiang Ding, Lin Yuanwang has a greater attachment to blood and family. As he grows older, he is very keen on discovering and cultivating outstanding talents in the family.

Jiang Dingze has no such preference.

He likes all the heroes of the immortal sect and does not favor any one because of his bloodline.

To this day, Professor Jiang's clone is still teaching in the adult kendo department, just like Zhenjun Dinghai did back then.

This work has been going on for hundreds of years, and it is estimated that it will continue for hundreds of thousands of years, until the Xianmen sword cultivation system matures.

However, Jiang Ding naturally would not dampen the interest of his last relative in the world.

"Meeting gift...just wait, I'll look for it,"

Jiang Ding flipped through his storage jade pendant, scanning it with his consciousness.

No.

Indeed no.

He had stopped stocking up on things for Qi training and foundation building many years ago because it was almost impossible to use them.

But that's okay.

The young man in green in front of these young heroes is the ruler of the Tushan Court in Beiyuan, the famous Tushan Tianjun in Beiyuan, and the master of the three major legions in Beiyuan.

Even if he doesn't know how to make alchemy, he can still make Qi Practitioner's holy elixir with just a pinch of his fingers, and his instinct is normal.

The Nascent Soul Infant Fire flashed away between Jiang Ding's fingers.

Six brilliant golden elixirs were refined, using some extremely rare first-level elixirs.

"It's your first time meeting, so I don't have any preparations. I give these to you as a meeting gift."

Jiang Dingwen smiled and said: "The first-order top-grade spirit-enhancing pill can improve the spiritual root qualifications. It should be able to be improved to the point where it is close to the heavenly spiritual root. I don't have many in my hands. You are lucky."

This is the truth.

Even though refining the Spiritual Ascension Pill only requires first-level elixirs, the elixirs needed are extremely precious and rare. Jiang Ding only found a few of them after searching through his jade pendants.

You know, he is someone who often handles the output of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

It is conceivable that it is difficult to change the spiritual root qualifications the day after tomorrow. Even a child of destiny needs to go through many difficulties and obstacles to obtain it.

However, this is something that a monk who transforms into a god needs to pay a little attention to, and it is not too difficult.

"Thanks!"

"Thank you, ancestor!"

The six young people took the elixir with both hands and shouted loudly with great joy.

Some people seem to be in a dream, in a trance.

This is the heaven-defying elixir that will change your spiritual roots and qualifications the day after tomorrow!

That's it, easy to get.

"Nothing."

Jiang Ding waved his hand: "It's just to increase the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy of the world and save some time. You still have to rely on your own efforts, otherwise if you slack off, the bottlenecks will still exist. Don't be careless."

"Thank you, ancestor, for your guidance!"

The six young people expressed their gratitude again.

"You guys go have some fun."

Lin Yuanwang said with a smile.

After dismissing the junior, the two took a walk by the river, chatting with each other for a while and talking about their past. The slight barriers between them quickly disappeared.

After all, the other person is the last relative still living in this world.

"伱... How is Nascent Soul prepared?"

Jiang Ding looked at his cousin in front of him carefully and asked softly.

Lin Yuanwang's soul and body are already very old and should have a life span of more than a hundred years.

This period of time is not long.

Today, if Jiang Ding is practicing in seclusion or busy with various things, decades or hundreds of years can easily pass by.

He was a little worried about when he would be free. When he remembered, Lin Yuanwang had already died.

"not too good."

Lin Yuanwang said calmly: "My qualifications and understanding are not very good, but I relied on your support all the way. Every breakthrough is supported by excessive resources."

"Facing Nascent Soul now, it probably won't work."

"Nascent Soul is a qualitative change, a sublimation of soul and experience, and the influence of external forces is becoming smaller."

"I thought I might be at the end of my rope."

"Over the years, I have continued to discover and train the young people in our family, hoping to leave some traces in the world, make some blood relatives live a better life, and pave the way for the little guys as much as possible."

"I am attached to my family."

"Because this represents the blood of my parents, my grandparents, my descendants, and the blood of my relatives."

"Their existence is the last trace of me in this world. It means that I have been here before, and there has been such an ordinary person like me."

"That might make sense."