Chapter 897: The Playful Internal Demon

"I've reached the limit…"

"Just three years."

Jiang Ding sighed.

In legend, the child of a True Immortal is nurtured for nine thousand years, born after nine thousand years, and reaches adulthood in another nine thousand years.

It's unknown when one could reach such a realm.

It's still far off now.

A Golden Pill Monk at this stage, the next step is for the Nascent Soul to tear through the fetal membrane and appear between heaven and earth.

"Tear,"

"I tear, I tear tear tear…"

Jiang Ding's Divine Soul, transformed into a tiny Nascent Soul, stood on the three-inch-long Taiqing Flying Sword, puffed out his cheeks, and his small, white hands tried hard, harder, and even harder to tear the sword's fetal membrane to be born.

This process is not difficult; most Nascent Soul Monks easily cross this threshold.

"Tear!"

"I tear…"

Jiang Ding felt his face was about to turn blue with effort.