Amid millions of corpses, the Nine Great Dao Children slaughtered and fought for their lives, each killing until their eyes turned red. Stinking chunks of flesh and blood fell all around them, as though this were hell on earth.
At the center of the Nine Great Dao Children, who were fighting until sweat poured down their backs, a youth in green robes strolled about as if on a spring outing.
He looked left and right, occasionally stopping to take out tools and collect corpse samples from the battlefield, or new materials such as special ores, enriching the Immortal Sect Library's database and laying a scientific foundation for future research into Ancient God Domain materials.
The sight was somewhat discordant.
Everyone around him was fighting in blood, yet he wandered about as though nothing was happening. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought he was some household's child who had secretly run out to play. There was not the slightest solemnity a battlefield ought to possess.
Moreover, once the Nine Great Dao Children began pushing back, he frowned.
"Too fast."
"Don't show such great strength, or those nine people won't come over."
Jiang Ding said unhappily.
He had no interest in the Nine Great Dao Children of the Ancient God Domain. Still, the existence of these cultivators could spur the growth of Heavenly Secrets Dao Child and the others. Perhaps they might be of some use in the future, perhaps they could make the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword somewhat interested—
At that moment, Jiang Ding truly empathized with Xi Yuan.
This realm was far too barren, and its opponents far too weak. It was truly agonizing beyond measure.
They could not return to the Upper Realm, the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm held grudges far too deeply, and the Artifact