This stretch of heaven and earth fell completely silent.
All the sword cultivators looked here with reverence and fervor, at the dust covering the ground—the traces left behind after so many gods of the present age had burned themselves away and died.
Great confidence rose in many hearts.
So what if the Human Race was disorganized?
So what if the Human Race's internal strife was savage and intense?
As long as an invincible heavenly prodigy emerged, the Human Race would still rule the Endless Starry Sky. These so-called chronic ills were merely a little wind and frost—what did they amount to?
"Seven Kill..."
A vicious glint appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes as he looked into the distance.
There, a Seven Kill Sword Light fled rapidly into the distance, vanishing without a trace in an instant. It did not dare initiate Sacred Sword Combat at such a time; it had lost its confidence.
Great Sun Sword Son did not pursue, though he would certainly have caught up. He had always been very skilled at such things over the years.
"Your luck is quite good."
"I have always had the habit of respecting the strong, of respecting True Immortals."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
Since Myriad Laws True Immortal had said that the Human Race here could not engage in internal conflict, he would abide by it. If the Human Dao Children of the present age did not take the initiative to provoke him, he would not beat them to death.
This respect would continue until there was a change in strength.
A dim divine light flew over from the horizon.
It was Soul Flame Divine Son.
He looked utterly lost, flying unsteadily, like a body whose soul had already died. His face was full of numbness.
"I..."
Soul Flame Divine Son broke