"The strongest Supremes of the Gods and Buddhas Great Thousand World are absent..."
A thread of Jiang Ding's divine soul withdrew from the Myriad Laws Heavenly Pivot.
Unfortunately, he could not make use of such intelligence.
If he were at the Heavenly Being Peak now, he would dare pick any faction at random and charge straight at its gates, trying to breach one of their strongholds and execute every living being that had committed capital crimes against humanity.
If he could not win, he would run. That process would surely be quite enjoyable.
Still, it was not without benefits. At the very least, the likelihood of the Great Sun Sword Son being slain by a Supreme super-tier had decreased.
The Great Sun Heavenly Palace could not guarantee his escape before a Supreme.
It could only be said that such a possibility existed. If he fled in advance and avoided a painstakingly arranged ambush, he could escape. But if he lost the initiative and was blocked by a Supreme, there was a high chance he would be beaten to death by that Supreme.
"Now, I merely await my guest's arrival."
Jiang Ding looked into the distance and murmured to himself.
Amid that vast leisure, time flowed on.
Within the World Cluster, ant-like black specks wandered about, gathering and scattering, being born and dying. Back and forth they went, with nothing new beneath the sun.
No matter how many people died, several centuries later, the population would flourish again.
Humanity was fragile as individuals, yet its vitality as a race was incomparably tenacious. Life would naturally take root and grow, gradually thriving. There was no need to manage it at all.
No wonder that even many righteous human experts often regarded mortals with indifference.
There were simply too many of them.
And