Three years later.
Jiang Ding awakened within Zhu Zi's soul, a dull gray stone sphere somehow appearing in his hand.
Behind him, they had agreed to his plan.
Not only that, the Immortal Sect's strategic department and eight great powers had personally taken charge, using their own experience and wisdom accumulated over tens of thousands of years to refine the plan bit by bit. They had also fully considered the mindsets of the Horned Demon Tribe's many Great Emperors, their political struggles, their hostility and cooperation with one another—
In these matters, the eight great powers possessed extraordinarily abundant experience and were highly skilled at grasping people's hearts.
Jiang Ding read through the new plan and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
He had taken too many things for granted.
If he acted without knowing the full picture, he would likely be exposed in an instant. In the eyes of a Great Emperor, he would probably be no different from a clown leaping about on a stage.
Perhaps the Great Emperor would watch the clown perform for a while, then slap him to death at the height of his pride. It would be a small pleasure in life, an ornament added to a long and tedious existence.
"Lower-level cultivators must never scheme against higher-level cultivators."
"Do not think yourself possessed of earth-shaking wisdom or brilliant stratagems, looking down upon others."
Jiang Ding reflected inwardly once again. "Safety exists only beneath the concealment of time and space."
"In short, hide as much as possible. Do not become famous. Grow and develop in silence. When I am forced to appear before the strong and face them directly, the passage of time must have already given me the power to protect myself."
This Horned Demon Sky Orb of Destiny thus fell into