"Upper Realm cultivators..."
Jiang Ding slowly chewed over those words.
According to the intelligence he had obtained before, the Upper Realm was a place called the Immortal Falling Realm. Its name could not be spoken aloud, or one would fall into uncontrollable grief. Even Deity Transformation Cultivators were not exempt in the slightest.
If repeated many times, even a Deity Transformation Heavenly Monarch might sink into eternal sorrow, muddled and ignorant, never able to break free until death.
In the distant past, when this Minor World had not yet been breached, Peak Deity Transformation Cultivators of this Minor World had a certain chance of ascending to the Immortal Falling Realm through something called the Ascension Platform—or perhaps a law, or a heavenly tribulation... In any case, it was something known as the Ascension Platform.
Without question, the Immortal Falling Realm, whose name could not be spoken aloud, had to be immensely powerful.
Jiang Ding pondered for a long time without answering.
This matter seemed to have already exceeded the scope of his abilities. The computational power in his soul operated at its limit, ceaselessly calculating every possible confrontation, escape, and slaughter.
True Lord Great Love appeared calm on the surface, but a faint trace of fear stirred in his heart.
The Great Sun Sword Master.
Compared to other powerful beings, this person possessed one exceptionally distinct trait: he placed enormous importance on promises. Amid bloodlust, madness, and self-destruction, he still valued his word. He would not take the initiative to do anything to cultivators who had not violated Tushan Law.
Though he was equally dangerous.
Still, he was the most suitable trading partner True Lord Great Love could find.
Some others were stronger than him, some weaker, but even the safest among them turned hostile in three out of ten