The great war had reached its end.
"If one day I encountered a Dao Child from a true Upper Realm Immortal Cult, a Dao Child from a Near-Immortal Grade Power, then the only way to survive would probably be to flee toward the Heavenly Sword Son..."
Jiang Ding murmured inwardly.
This was not to say that the Heavenly Sword Son was weak. In fact, he might be one of the strongest Dao Children among the Near-Immortal Grade Powers.
Rather, spell cultivator Dao Children were far too shameless!
Once they discovered they could not defeat you, they would not care about saving face in the slightest, nor would they feel ashamed if others learned they could not defeat a Lower Realm cultivator. They would immediately call upon their sect elders to suppress you.
No matter how great a Realm Heavenly Talent you were, it would be useless. They would simply crush you with overwhelming power beyond your level.
Pure Sword Dao Sects, by comparison, were far more straightforward.
If you killed one of their Sword Sons, they would courteously see you out of their territory. Some, as mad as the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, might even grant you lavish rewards, encourage you to keep doing so, and seriously consider the possibility of making you the Great Sun Sword Son.
Of course, that applied to pure Sword Dao Sects.
Like the moral ideal of restraining oneself and returning to propriety cherished in the hearts of countless living beings, they were exceedingly rare.
Even within Sword Dao Sects, such purity was rarely seen.
It was difficult for people to be without selfish desires, difficult to possess such pure Sword Dao Belief and pride, and difficult not to feel rage and grief over the deaths of children and Personal Disciples they had spent years