Time slowly passed.
Had the Great Sun Sword Son set foot on the battlefield of the Vermilion Bird Star Domain?
No one knew.
From the perspective of the Joyful Union Saintess and the others, they still handled all manner of research data every day, without a moment of leisure. The responses from the Youth in Green Robes upon the throne always came instantly, with no delay whatsoever.
This should have been the true body, not a clone. A clone did not possess such an ability.
Was that certain?
It was not.
Did anyone ask, or probe further?
No.
Not a single Dao Child dared to test anything when a sword cultivator was about to enter a bloody battle to the death.
Because they all knew the consequences.
This was not something that could be forgiven with excuses such as an apology, carelessness, or having rendered great service. Any Dao Child involved even in the slightest would inevitably pay with their life to satisfy that insignificant curiosity of their own.
The many Dao Children buried their doubts deep within their souls and forgot them.
The Great Sun Sword Son on the throne saw the curiosity of these Dao Children, but did not care. Every day, he cultivated as usual, accumulated his cultivation, advanced toward the Dao Integration Peak, sacrificed and refined the Taiqing Flying Sword, conducted research, and so on.
He remained unhurried, showing not the slightest impatience, even though an Eight-Step Dao Integration Limit being had already appeared.
Even the instincts of the Great Sun Sword Dao that had troubled him fell silent at this moment, making him all the more patient.
Much intelligence was being verified.
Higher-level deductions, higher-level investigations, even personally dispatching clones to investigate—he confirmed the authenticity of the intelligence through every possible channel.
The intelligence of