Where was the Great Sun Sword Son?
This was a Schrödinger's question. No one could know the exact answer.
Ever since a very, very long time ago, the Great Sun Sword Son's whereabouts had ceased to have a definite answer. Seeing him with one's gaze, seeing him with one's naked eyes, confirming his presence through divine sense and sword intent—none of these could serve as absolute proof.
Sometimes, even he himself did not know where he was. He deliberately obscured and randomized his movements, lest someone deeply versed in the Way of Heavenly Secrets use his past habits to predict where he would go next, lay an ambush in advance, and place him in danger.
While the Dao Children of the Ancient God Domain and the Nine Spirit Domain fought without end, a Youth in Green Robes appeared at the very center of the Hidden Heaven Pavilion.
This might have been his true body, or it might have been an incarnation. There was no way to tell.
Perhaps only a cultivator more than two major realms above him, or an Upper Realm Immortal Cult Dao Child-level figure skilled in illusion-breaking techniques, could determine it.
Along the way stood numerous Void Refinement Peak Beast Corpse Refining creations, terrifying array traps, and countless hidden curses, yet he ignored them all and walked straight to the center of the Ancient God Dao Hidden Heaven Pavilion.
Beneath King Yama's Yin-Yang Inversion Great Array of Yama's Hell, none of these things could trouble him.
Jiang Ding raised his head and looked at the towering, majestic palace before him.
It was an entirely pitch-black palace, its gates tightly shut and shrouded in shadow. Fine, twisted black threads writhed and shifted along its edges, seemingly devouring something.
Three words were written above the palace: Ancient God Hall!