"Immortal Falling Realm..."
Jiang Ding's heart trembled.
The moment he read that name, a heavy, sorrowful feeling welled up within him. His eyes reddened and swelled, tears filling their rims, utterly beyond his control.
In an instant, he was forcibly infected by those two words—two words separated from him by who knew how many tens of thousands of years. He could not resist.
It was as though every living being had to grieve.
They had to be solemn, had to be reverent.
This was not something that could be swayed by a cultivator's personal will.
Rather, some existence far beyond Void Refinement, far beyond even those above Void Refinement, had once left its will behind between Heaven and Earth. Heaven and Earth changed for Them, existed because of Them.
The traces left by that supreme will still profoundly influenced the workings of Heaven and Earth after untold tens of thousands of years.
"What kind of existence was that..."
Jiang Ding did not dare resist that will.
He immersed himself in it, allowing himself to become sorrowful. He focused with single-minded concentration, not daring to let his mind wander in the slightest. His Sea of Consciousness became incomparably clear and empty.
Several days later, that sudden, forced sorrow slowly faded away.
"What kind of existence is the upper realm?"
Jiang Ding drew a deep breath, not daring to speak that name directly again.
He had a premonition that if he actively came into contact with it again, he would still fall into that dense sorrow, just like the Rules of Heaven and Earth.
If he came into contact with it too often, he might remain trapped in sorrow forever, until death.
It was not that the supreme will bore any malice toward ants. Its intense emotions merely showed outwardly, producing a