In a daze, Jiang Ding felt a wisp of his divine sense following certain threads of karma hidden in the unseen, delving deep into space, deep into the tides of nether wind in the star domain, merging with them until there was no distinction between self and other.
Who knew how long had passed, or how many winding, twisting paths he had traversed, when he suddenly arrived in an ethereal, illusory space.
A hazy figure was already seated here.
When this indistinct figure saw him enter, its gaze shifted slightly, but it said nothing.
"Seven, four, nine, one, two, two..."
Jiang Ding himself was equally indistinct, his form impossible to discern. He spoke slowly, reciting one hundred and twenty-eight numbers in succession.
They were not merely numbers. With every word he spoke, he displayed a kind of soul fluctuation, revealing one hundred and twenty-eight different soul fluctuations in a row.
This was the key to identity verification.
Their respective Immortal Cult Great Powers had sealed them within their souls. They changed at all times, and once any sign of soul-searching was detected, the key would self-destruct. Even the Dao Child themselves would forget many memories—forget them permanently.
That was how things worked in the Immortal Sect.
In Immortal Sects that acted more ruthlessly, it was entirely possible for the Dao Child themselves to die on the spot. It was exceedingly merciless; before the grand situation of a realm, even a Dao Child's life counted for nothing.
"Sir, it has been a long time."
The hazy figure opposite him relaxed inwardly.
Jiang Ding remained expressionless and gave no response.
"Three, two, five..."
The next moment, the hazy voice also began verifying its key.
Jiang Ding listened carefully, comparing it against the key in his mind without missing a single detail.
This