"Di Jiang?"
Inside the cave abode, everyone guarding Taishi and the other two during their cultivation was startled by Zhou Ming's words.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, are you sure it's Fellow Daoist Di Jiang?" Cangxuan asked hurriedly.
Di Jiang commanded the Great Dao of Space, coming without a shadow and leaving without a trace. He was among the few in the Eternal Dao Realm most adept at staying alive.
By all rights, he should have been safer than Taiji and Taisu.
"There's no mistake," Zhou Ming said firmly.
"That fluctuation of Space Law belongs to him alone. No one else under heaven has it."
"But he's in very bad shape."
Zhou Ming's brows knitted tightly as his Divine Sense followed that wisp of aura across countless trillions of miles of the Chaos Void.
A scene appeared clearly in his mind.
In the Eastern Pole Star Domain, amid a chaotic torrent of meteorites.
A blood-soaked figure was weaving desperately through them.
Each time he flickered, he appeared millions of miles away. Yet seven streaks of light soon caught up behind him, blasting the meteorite where he had just landed into dust.
That figure was none other than Di Jiang.
Now, he had none of the composure he had once possessed in the Eternal Dao Realm.
His Daoist robes were in tatters, and his aura was erratic. His Origin Essence had clearly suffered grievous damage.
"Di Jiang, you can't escape!"
An icy voice rang out behind him.
Seven cultivators surrounded him in a triangular formation.
All seven were at the Fusion Dao Realm, and they worked together seamlessly.
"Hand it over, and we'll give you a quick death!" the cultivator leading them barked.
Di Jiang stopped and leaned against a massive meteorite, panting heavily.
He stared coldly at the seven, without