Decades later, all the forces in the Heaven Path world realized that it was impossible to fight alone. Only by fighting closely together could they have a chance to survive.
Therefore, as soon as Ding Chunqiu, the head of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, and Hua Mojian, the God Emperor of the God's Palace proposed an alliance, almost no one on the continent opposed it. All the high-level officials of all forces responded and joined the alliance.
It was also through these wars that numerous powers were able to unite in a short period.
While the alliance had the support of the other four paths, as well as the clans in the Primordial World, the dark forces were immediately forced to slow down.
However, the strength of the dark forces was really shocking. Even if the alliance had so many forces, they were not as many as the dark forces. It could be seen that when Ding Tong was in the Primordial World, he used the dark spring to d
Ding Tong punched out. An extremely strong dark force broke out at an extremely fast speed and hit Ding Hao in an instant.Feeling the horror of this energy, Ding Hao also looked gloomy, but it was impossible to avoid it.In the roar, drops of bright ruby blood burst out from his meridians. In an instant, Ding Hao became bloody and badly mutilated.Although the wounds were slowly healing, it was much slower than before."Without the original power, it will be much more difficult to deal with Ding Tong." Ding Hao smiled bitterly in his heart, but he was not too afraid.The decision he had made before was to disperse his original power and fight against Ding Tong in the Mysterious Fighting Method, which had not yet been perfect.Only in this way could he defeat Ding Tong, but there was also a great risk in doing so. After all, his Mysterious Fighting Method had not yet been completed, and he had to di
Wisps of memory information suddenly appeared in his mind.Some scenes seemed to appear in his mind, constantly alternating.Ding Hao watched these scenes like a tourist. Sometimes he was amazed, sometimes he was stunned, sometimes he was sad, and sometimes he was angry.He seemed to have experienced all kinds of things in life.It was as though he had seen through the changing times, the life and death of all living things, and the profound mysteries of the universe.All sorts of chaotic memories and thoughts kept flashing through his mind.The thoughts that he had never had before, as well as the thoughts that he had never thought of before, gave him a unique understanding and comprehension.At this moment, the bottleneck of the Mysterious Fighting Method, which had been troubling him, loosened. With the comprehension of Ding Hao, it was destroyed.He finally comprehended
"What the... So, have I really traveled through time and possessed the body of someone with the same name and look?" For more than two hours, Ding Hao just sat by the Sword-cleansing Fountain, looking down upon the weary and rusty black sword in his hand and his handsome reflection in the water. After all, he is still unbelievable.He remembered clearly that last night, he was having farewell dinner with his buddies, picturing their lives on campus and wishing each other good luck. They had been excited and drunk. However, when he opened his eyes and regained his conciseness, he found himself in this completely strange world. Being dazed for a long while, Ding Hao had to face the truth and persuaded himself to accept the fact that he had traveled through time. For some unknown reason, apart from the nostalgia for his previous life, he bore a feeling of thrill beyond description, as if he had had a second chance at life. Keeping his poise that eve
But soon, Ding Hao made his sword vibrate again and practiced the basic self-defense swordsmanship set. The sword released dazzling light again aggressively. It was proven that he was not imaging things just now. This time, Ding Hao performed the style of Light-splitting, Ice-cutting, Cloud-stirring, and Wind-chasing more fluently. The styles were as fluid as quicksilver in motion. Moreover, he even doubled the force of the swordsmanship. The blade swooshed through the air, accompanied by uninterrupted red lights. Now he was 100 percent sure that he had not only mastered the four styles but also comprehended the four styles completely. "That's strange. Have I turned a genius through time travel?" That seemed to be the only plausible explanation. Maybe the combination of two souls from different lives really made a peerless gifted genius. The idea gave Ding Hao more confidence to face the sect entrance test of Swordsma
Ding Hao clenched his fists and felt emotional. He swore to himself that one day he would obtain unprecedented magic skills and peerless kung fu; he would beat other swordsmen with his own sword and top them all. Of course, he was just a humble sweeping boy servant for now. No one noticed him. Leaving the announcement area, Ding Hao soon reached the hill behind the sect via a meandering trail. Compared to the magnificent front hill like a fairyland, the hill behind the sect was a dirty and disordered slum. Rough trails were lined with thorny underbrush and covered in jagged rocks like those of places where monsters lived. Masses of household waste from Swordsmanship-seeking Sect were dumped daily to the land covered in rocks on the other side or off the cliff. Waste accumulated over numerous years rotted and fermented in sunshine and rain, breeding bugs, flies, and foul air. The air stank of dead fish. It was like walking in he
Because of the combined memories, Ding Hao smoothly adapted to this body and everything about it. "Rest assured, I will help you... No, I will help us get our younger sister back." Ding Hao clenched his fist and made an oath in his heart. After saying so, the sadness and memories of his sister dispersed lowly, along with the last stroke of the sense of this body's previous owner. From now on, there was only one Ding Hao who time-traveled to this world. Ding Hao made a quick dinner and filled his stomach before making his plans. He had to be stronger to find his sister, Ding Ke'er. In this world, it was hopeless to be a rogue cultivator. One had to join the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to practice magic skills and martial arts systematically with the assist of the sect's valuable resource and experience. He had to pass the test first to join the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, and the top priority now was to make the physical stren
Ding Hao sounded as if he just escaped from the deepest place in hell because his voice sent chills down Zhao Xingcheng's spine, leaving him to tremble in silence. Zhao Xingcheng's young entourage stopped cheering. The seemingly tough guys all froze on the spot like panicking ducks being wrung in the neck.Then, Ding Hao sneered and retracted his sword. Subsequently, he turned around and strode toward the cliff where Swordsmanship-seeking Sect dumped their waste every day. Zhao Xingcheng and his entourage were so surprised that they froze on the spot, only when Ding Hao ran into the pale moonlight in the distance did they come around. In a state of shock, they slowly regained conciseness and then saw fear in each other's eyes. All of them remembered the conflict like a nightmare. "Hell, that little bastard..." Zhao Xingcheng gasped and glared. What had happened? When did the stupid and obedient Ding Hao turn vicious an
"Ah, that hurts, I'm dying of pain... Eh? Could it be... I, I'm still alive? This... where is this place?" Ding Hao did not know how much time had passed. An indescribable pain that felt as if he was being burned by hot flames and bitten by tens and thousands of ants brought Ding Hao slightly back into consciousness. He wanted to move instinctively, but his body felt as stiff as cast iron and he could not move at all. He subconsciously opened his eyes slowly. All he could see was a patch of milky white light. He could not see anything else. He seemed to be enveloped in a soft liquid. This feeling was like when he was enveloped by amniotic fluid in his mother's womb as a baby. However, he felt waves of immense pain radiating from all parts of his body. Ding Hao floated in and out of consciousness and felt slightly disorientated. His eyelids felt as if they had been sewn together. He had to put in an immense effort to even crack open