Jiang Heavenly Monarch, Perfected in Morality

Jiang Ding reached out and took the Infant Restraining Net floating in the air.

A single-use item, this Black Net—worth six hundred million Low-grade Spirit Stones and consuming vast quantities of Fourth-grade Natural Treasures—had lost its ability to capture Nascent Souls. Only its restraining function remained, and once released, it would automatically break apart.

His divine sense swept through it.

Jiang Ding studied it closely with some curiosity.

This was the first time he had seen and touched a cultivator's Nascent Soul.

It was a palm-sized little person, complete with limbs, skin, clothes, hair, eyes, and everything else, no different from a True Person. Only the occasional flicker of translucent azure spiritual light revealed that it was a lifeform formed from the power of the divine soul.

It was ugly, not cute in the slightest.

The little person looked exactly like True Monarch Divine Crow, with a hooked nose, a sinister aged face, and faintly gray-white hair.

At a mere glance, a savage aura rushed at him head-on, enough to stop a child's cries, send groups of mortals fleeing, and leave them plagued by nightmares day and night for the rest of their lives until their divine souls withered away and died.

"Fellow Daoist Divine Crow, you really are an evil man. You're not good-looking at all."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly. "Fortunately, I am here, sparing no effort to uphold justice on Heaven's behalf and send you into reincarnation one step early. There is a little less filth in this world now. How wonderful."

"Of course, that is assuming that having one's divine soul reduced to ashes and scattered still counts as entering reincarnation."

As the ancestor of Beast Spirit Black Clan, one of the Twenty-Eight Northern Plains Families with a ten-thousand-year inheritance, he should have had plenty