Jiang Tian pondered for a moment, countless thoughts flashing through his mind... The paths he had walked, the enemies he had slain, the people he had protected—all surfaced one by one.
"My Daoist title shall be... [Edge-Wielding Fate-Commanding True Lord]!"
Edge-wielding: holding dominion over the blade's edge.
Fate-commanding: controlling destiny.
Half a month had passed since he had slain Yu Xin and those two Great True Lords at the Golden Core Late-Stage Peak.
The Profound Dao Palace had yet to come knocking. Throughout that half month, Celestial Immortal City had remained calm, without even a single scout from the Profound Dao Palace appearing.
It was as though that battle had never happened, as though Yu Xin had never existed.
Jiang Tian guessed that perhaps some restriction held them back.
Or perhaps those slumbering True Lords at Golden Core Perfection were all being kept in reserve for the approaching hundred thousand year calamity.
It made sense that the Dao Lord would refuse to expend his reserves ahead of time for someone already dead.
Still, Jiang Tian had no intention of going to their doorstep.
The Dao Lord could not act—that was true.
But what if they had some hidden trump card?
A Nascent Soul-level faction with tens of thousands of years of heritage possessed unfathomable reserves. Who knew what killing moves it had hidden in the shadows?
There were too many uncertainties.
Besides, he now had something more important to do.
Hadn't Xuan Hongyue said she would come looking for him? Since she still had not arrived, he would simply go to her.
The White Lotus Sect's debt had gone unpaid long enough.
He rose to his feet and gazed into the distance.
That was the direction of Cangwu Prefecture.
"White Lotus Sect, the time of reckoning has come..."
Slaying