"Yes!"
At a single command, the Nascent Soul domains of Deputy Xun Wind Maid Hei Louxi, the True Yang Maid, the Lightning Maid, and the others spread out, binding every deputy chief officer except Gong Caiyu.
"Master!"
"No! We know we were wrong, please give us one more chance..."
"Nascent Soul True Lords were too powerful. We had no choice—this was not a defeat of our making..."
The cold, cruel judgment was delivered.
Li Xiushui and the other deputy maids wept and wailed, their faces streaked with tears like pear blossoms in the rain. They begged for mercy and defended themselves, many of their reasons seeming perfectly reasonable.
Two hundred years of imprisonment!
Deprivation of all rewards, including Nascent Soul Opportunities!
Dao Heart score permanently reduced to zero!
Each of these three punishments was like a steel nail driven into their hearts and lungs, nailing their Dao Paths shut so firmly that they would never again have any chance of reaching Nascent Soul.
Most of them possessed only mediocre talent—at least, that was so within the Tushan Maid Squad, where so many outstanding figures from the Northern Plains had gathered.
Without the convenient factor of Dao Heart, they had no ability whatsoever to glimpse the Nascent Soul Great Dao again. Their futures had completely dimmed.
"Take them away. If they resist, execute them on the spot. No need for further words."
Jiang Ding waved a hand and spoke coldly, without the slightest trace of sentiment.
A cultivator who had lost their foundation ought to be treated this way.
At that moment, he too examined his own heart. What was his foundation?
The Immortal Sect. The sword Dao.
That was all.
Without any fog clouding his mind, Jiang Ding saw his own foundation clearly.
Without the Immortal Sect—
If the Immortal