Jiang Ding hid outside the Hua Teng Minor World in the You Ming Void, observing the situation through the Blood Puppets he had arranged, allowing his mana to be eroded by the Netherworld Gang Wind beyond the world.
'I can probably hold on for about 120 years, up to 300 years if I have a large number of Spirit Stones.'
'I still lack the capability to survive in a Domain.'
Jiang Ding sighed softly.
Being away from the Minor Thousand World for too long meant walking towards death for him, still too fragile.
Buzz!
The Blood River King's Storage Treasure was a rib of his own, which was currently vibrating spontaneously, flashing with Spiritual Light, and then, an ancient and vicissitudinous dark green bamboo slip flew out on its own without the permission of its master.
Jiang Ding's eyes flashed once, not surprised.
The bloodlight Protective Shield around his body expanded a bit, taking the ancient bamboo slip into Concealment.