The Immortal Sect Dao Child began to awaken.
"A Great Emperor of the Horned Demon Tribe..."
Jiang Ding thought silently.
Though he held the Flame Stone Great Emperor in awe, he did not look up to him, nor did he feel nervous and let his imagination run wild. He considered everything with precision.
The current him was clearly different from the Blood River King.
The Blood River King possessed an intense greed and yearning for living beings, compounded by the Human Sword Cultivator's extreme racialist stance and demonic thoughts on the verge of losing control. He was basically a typical old devil of the Sword Dao, and one with an unshakably firm Dao Heart at that.
The main body was different.
The main body had little interest in slaughter. He was interested only in the deaths of the strong. Unless necessary, he would never appear before the weak, hiding within the void—let alone kill them.
His Dao Heart was also different from the Blood River King's.
While the main body held an unwavering stance toward humanity, he also had sufficient patience and goodwill toward the living beings of all races. He believed that outstanding beings among the myriad races could coexist under the human order, adding to the diversity of the Immortal Dao and together laying bricks and tiles upon the path to immortality—a path of utmost hardship and utmost splendor.
All in all, because their paths differed, the main body was quite easy to get along with. If you were not strong enough, even trying to provoke him would be difficult. He was exceedingly tolerant of the weak and had a very good temper.
Jiang Ding separated off a wisp of his spiritual soul and entered the Spiritual Soul Virtual Realm.
Within the hazy void, nine figures with indistinct