What It Means to Be an Immortal, What It Means to Be a Divine General!

Jiang Yuechu sighed inwardly.

Then she looked at the spot where the corpse had vanished, picked up the Storage Bags left behind, and quietly put them away.

She swept her divine sense through them.

"Still had this much tucked away?"

The Storage Bags were stuffed to the brim with countless treasures of heaven and earth, along with several jade slips shimmering with spiritual light.

She gave the treasures only a cursory glance. There was no rush; she could not identify them anyway... The jade slips, though, caught her interest.

She pressed a finger to the first jade slip.

The instant her divine sense entered it, dense lines of writing unfurled across her Consciousness Sea.

At first, she was a little disappointed.

It was full of rambling reflections: how, in such-and-such a month of such-and-such a year, he had heard a High Person expound the Dao at Azure Mystery Mountain and felt a stirring in his heart; how, after three hundred years in seclusion, his energy had grown sluggish, and only then had he understood that haste made waste.

It was all the old bastard's musings from along the road he had traveled.

Jiang Yuechu read on patiently. Halfway through, her brow slowly eased.

It was not entirely useless.

Many things she had understood only vaguely before finally became much clearer through his account.

For instance, why Dao Soldiers were divided into grades. The Golden Thread Patriarch had written about it at length: an immortal fashioned a Dao Soldier by using his own authority to seal a strand of the laws of heaven and earth into an object.

Its grade depended not only on its material, but also on the kind of law sealed within it.

A Yellow-grade Dao Soldier mostly held laws such as entangling, binding, or weighing things down—all