In the Ancestor Hall of the Black Sword True Sect.
An ordinary-looking Golden Core cultivator slowly walked inside.
He appeared to be a Golden Core cultivator of the Black Sword True Sect, fond of slaughtering cities and exterminating nations to sacrifice and refine his flying sword. Among the many Golden Core cultivators, he was considered somewhat famous and feared by others.
Such a person was an ant within a Void Refinement true sect.
Yet this very ant walked into the Ancestor Hall just like that, and the many Nascent Soul True Lords, Deity Transformation cultivators, and even Void Refinement Realm sect ancestors noticed nothing, as though they had all gone blind.
This Golden Core cultivator moved slowly, step by step, until he arrived before the two Dao Integration Divine Lords.
He watched them quietly.
"Greetings!"
"Greetings, Heavenly Lord!"
Great Love Divine Monarch's eyes reddened. He bowed deeply with clasped hands, unwilling to rise.
His form of address remained the same as it had been tens of thousands of years ago, unchanged in the slightest, as though this moment were still back in the Northern Plains Minor Realm all those years ago.
"Greetings, Junior Martial Uncle!"
A trace of Han Lin's turbulent emotions showed as he gave a solemn salute.
The hall fell into silence.
The ordinary Golden Core youth seemed to be thinking about something, or perhaps facing something.
Great Love Divine Monarch and Green Cloud Divine Monarch vaguely sensed it. Their surroundings became hazy and indistinct, detached from all things. Their concealment instantly strengthened dozens of times over, reaching a terrifying level far beyond the Dao Integration Realm. The laws of karma within it, along with even more unknown things, vanished.
Even so, the Golden Core youth still said nothing, merely standing quietly where he was.
Great Love Divine