"This..."
Jiang Ding sprang to his feet.
His gaze turned slightly cold, threads of killing intent blooming as he looked toward the distant starry sky.
That was the direction of realms such as the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, the Azure Wood Immortal Sect, and the Heavenly Secrets Immortal Palace. The Immortal Sect had settled them within that stretch of starry sky.
At this moment, as King Mu's remains revived, countless Dao auras and spiritual energies gathered. In the direction of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, faint wisps of flame emerged and continued to converge.
Some kind of power crossed the vast Cosmic Starry Sky and gathered upon the Inheritance Seed.
Through those faint wisps of flame, it seemed possible to see generations of sages from the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, generations of Upper Realm Supremes' final thoughts, their last attachment to their sect, transmitted here through the ultimate status of a certain branch of rules across the Endless Cosmic Starry Sky.
What were these flames condensing? What were they recreating?
What were the thoughts of those generations of Lingbao Realm sages, who had blazed trails through briars and brambles, condensing?
"Afterglow..."
"The final afterglow of the Upper Realm Immortal Sects..."
Jiang Ding was completely certain. He murmured coldly.
Old friends from the past, childhood companions, old acquaintances bearing the imprints of so many years—at this moment, all those identities faded away, restoring them to their original form.
Enemies.
Enemies of the Immortal Sect.
People qualified to shake the Immortal Sect's ruling system, people who might affect the happiness, health, and safety of countless citizens.
The emotional stirrings he had once felt toward old acquaintances vanished without a trace at this moment. There was not the slightest hesitation.
Even the desire within his Great Sun instincts to indulge the growth of powerful beings was