In the Great Sun Heavenly Pool, Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, and his heart settled.
Then, an impulse rose within him.
"Should I try it?"
"Er..."
Before Jiang Ding could finish speaking, he stopped himself, drew a deep breath, and felt the urge to slap himself. "Damn it, even after coming home, I can't let myself get carried away!"
"Though who knows how far away it is, or whether its power can reach this far, that is the unknown!"
"Why test something unnecessary against an unknown and terrifyingly powerful existence?"
"Reverence, respect, keeping my distance..."
"That is the best outcome for both the Immortal Sect and myself. Even if the test yielded results, what meaning would there be? If they were good, fine—but if they were bad... the consequences would be unimaginable."
For an Supreme Expert like that, who knew whether vast stretches of space could block their power?
Taking such a risk was exceedingly foolish.
"In the end, I got carried away."
"The me in the Northern Plains still wasn't cautious enough."
Jiang Ding sank into deep self-reflection. "I'm not talking about what Tushan Heavenly Monarch did. Tushan Heavenly Monarch was right. In a Minor World, isn't it normal for one or two somewhat stronger Deity Transformation Cultivators to appear?"
"There was nothing abnormal."
"What was abnormal was the existence of the Great Sun Sword Son, the Nascent Soul Realm!"
"I had to deal with this as soon as possible. I had to make the Great Sun Sect cultivators forget my Nascent Soul Realm, without leaving overly obvious traces of sorcery—to naturally and subtly alter people's perceptions.
Make them believe that I had always been a Spirit Transformation cultivator. Best of all, after several centuries, even the last traces of sorcery would utterly vanish with the passage of time."
"It