An invisible ripple of divine consciousness silently settled into True Person Jian Shi's soul, then swiftly vanished without a trace.
"Blood River Inheritance..."
In an instant, Jiang Ding understood many things.
For some unknown reason, the Blood River King had spread a vast number of inheritances throughout several nearby worlds. Humans and demons alike could cultivate them. They offered many advantages: rapid cultivation, low consumption, low aptitude requirements, and an easy entry threshold. Many human and demon cultivators secretly practiced them, even though the Magic Rock Tribe strictly prohibited it.
Because the living conditions of those human and demon cultivators were exceptionally harsh.
Even if the Magic Rock Tribesmen did not beat them to death, if they were weak, the countless dangers of daily life would kill them anyway. They simply had no leisure to worry about matters too far away.
"Blood Path Cultivators—another name for cockroaches."
"The Blood River King might not be dead."
Jiang Ding's heart stirred.
At the same level, unless one possessed crushing strength, Blood Path Cultivators had always been renowned for their tenacious vitality. Unless they provoked a Great Emperor, they were rather difficult to kill.
As for a Great Emperor making a move?
Usually, they would not. Great Emperors had their own affairs and could not possibly concern themselves with the matters below every day. They could not be bothered.
It was like Jiang Ding in the Northern Plains. He generally did not concern himself with Nascent Soul level matters, leaving them all to the Great Sun Long Sword Capital and Tushan Central Court. Normally, he could not be bothered with affairs either.
Unless something grew especially large and affected the foundation of tax revenue, he would never stir.
One had to know that Jiang Ding was already exceptionally diligent.
For other Heavenly Monarchs,