A trace of coldness appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes as he stared at Daughter of Heaven Weaver's pure, innocent face that stirred the heart.
Pure as water.
That was the first impression she gave.
A deity of love and destiny was actually pure and innocent. It was inconceivable, yet also only natural.
As a deity, she wore a thousand faces. Every offering of incense received a strand of divine thought in response. As a deity, she was ever-changing, appearing differently in the hearts of different Believers, yet she had never experienced anything between a man and a woman.
In matters of love and destiny, the first time was precious, carrying tangible hopes and power.
Throughout her life as a deity, she had never encountered an opponent worthy of staking everything on, and thus had never needed to do such a thing.
At this moment, beneath Jiang Ding's gaze, Daughter of Heaven Weaver's hazy, ever-shifting figure assumed a fixed form—the form of a woman perfectly suited to his aesthetic.
It was more than merely her appearance. It was also the fate of their past reincarnations.
The Endless Starry Sky was boundless. The Love Dao materialized from the void, tangling by the hundreds of millions like the old matchmaker's red threads—a hopeless snarl that could not be untangled. One could only see crimson threads plunging into heaven and earth, settling upon countless mortals and cultivators. Even the Dao Court's seven Emperor-realm cultivators could not break free.
Among them was one particularly thick crimson thread, descending onto Jiang Ding's body like a rainbow.
"Love and destiny..."
Clang!
Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed with the Supreme Great Sun Sword Soul.
The most brilliant power of the Great Dao of Law Annihilation in this era condensed within that strike, along with the ultimate