Jiang Ding looked around.
Streams of gold light formed colossal pillars that connected to the Sun Star above and the Earth Spirit Veins below, relying on the many Fourth-Order Spiritual Veins of the Great Sun Sword Sect and the accumulated Spiritual Power over the years, they erupted with a terrifying Divine Power pressure, an aura of Divine Soul as vast as mountains and seas.
Yes, it was Divine Power pressure.
He hung out every day in the Golden Palace with Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch and others; he could still distinguish what Divine Power pressure was.
"It's just a pity..."
"You don't seem to be a Divinity Transformation Cultivator."
Jiang Ding looked towards the center of the formation and said indifferently, "It seems you are at the early or mid-stage of Nascent Soul. You've just advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage, battled with someone, and either fled in a sorry state or died, just like three thousand years ago, a desperate cur without a home."