Jiang Ding sat cross-legged in the Great Sun Celestial Pool, his heart settling.
Then an impulse rose within him.
"Should I try it?"
"Bu—"
Jiang Ding stopped himself before the word left his mouth. He took a deep breath, suddenly tempted to slap himself. "Damn it. I can't get carried away just because I'm home!"
"Who knows whether it still has any power at this distance? But that's the point—I don't know!"
"Why run needless tests on a terrifying, unknown powerhouse?"
"Show reverence, show respect, keep my distance..."
"That's the best outcome for both the Immortal Sect and me. Even if I got a result, what would it mean? A good result would be fine, but a bad one... the consequences would be unthinkable."
With a supreme powerhouse like that, who knew whether vast stretches of space could block his power?
Taking that risk would be utterly foolish.
"I really did get carried away."
"I wasn't cautious enough in the Northern Plains."
Jiang Ding sank into deep self-reflection. "I don't mean what Tu Shan Heavenly Lord did. He was right. Shouldn't a small chiliocosm have one or two stronger Spirit Transformation cultivators?"
"There's nothing unusual about that."
"What's unusual is the existence of the Great Sun Sword Heir at the Nascent Soul Realm!"
"I have to deal with this quickly. The Great Sun Sect cultivators must forget my Nascent Soul cultivation, but I can't leave any glaring traces of a spell. Their understanding has to change naturally, bit by bit.
"They must come to believe I was a Spirit Transformation cultivator all along. Ideally, after several hundred years, even the last traces of the spell will vanish with time."
"It shouldn't be too hard. Only a few Nascent Soul True Lords of the Great Sun Sect know my true cultivation,