In the world,
everything was obscured by the terrifying light of flickering thunder.
The thunder flickered for a long time, continued for a long period, and some essential nature began to change.
Occasionally, in the intervals of thunder flickers, one could vaguely see a withered, extremely pale, and very weak green-clothed youth sitting cross-legged between two Thunder Swords.
Another decade passed.
The thunder and destructive light between heaven and earth dissipated.
Jiang Ding's aura became even weaker, his face ashen, sickly, his body tottering, looking like a lamp running out of oil.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha..."
But he was laughing, laughing manically.
"Taiqing Flying Sword,"
"now is already a quasi-seventh-order sword embryo!"
Jiang Ding held his Life Flying Sword, cheering loudly: "Merely by refining a strand of Thunder Destruction Flying Sword essence, it has transitioned to a quasi-seventh-order sword embryo!"
