"Yes, Senior!"
Jiang Ding answered solemnly.
Thinking back on it now, he still felt a little lingering fear.
He had actually dared to directly meddle with the cultivation techniques and secret arts of someone as notoriously sinister in the Cultivation World as the Heavenly Secrets Dao Child. It made him wonder whether he had been affected by the other party's Spirit Soul Secret Technique at the time.
Certainly not.
After all, in terms of strength, any one of them alone had merely been a weakling.
It could only be said that the temptation of Void Refinement was too great. Before a great opportunity that could increase one's chances of reaching Void Refinement, much reason would be lost, and nothing else would be heeded.
If he had been a true Rogue Cultivator with no backing, that one move would surely have finished him. His life and death would no longer have been his own.
Like a moth caught in a spiderweb, the more it struggled, the tighter the trap wound around it. No matter how peerless one's talent or how lucid one's sword heart, it would be useless.
He had not lost on the battlefield, yet had been defeated in some shadowed corner. That was far too unwilling a thing.
This was the terror of the path of heavenly calculations and divination—exerting force in silence.
"Seniors, there is also this."
"The Immortal Sect's survival or destruction over the coming millennia, whether we rise suddenly, break through Void Refinement, and even glimpse paths beyond it, or instead perish here with all of us becoming dead souls—it all lies here."
Jiang Ding said gravely.
He took out two sealed Black Armored Giants, each a hundred zhang tall, with single horns thrusting skyward from their foreheads. Their flesh alone emitted an aura far surpassing