An invisible ripple of divine sense settled into Firmstone True Person's soul without his noticing, then swiftly vanished.
"The Blood River Inheritance..."
Jiang Ding instantly learned a great deal.
For reasons unknown, the Blood River King had spread countless inheritances across several nearby worlds. Humans and demons alike could cultivate them. They offered rapid progress, low costs, modest aptitude requirements, and an easy path to entry. Many human and demon cultivators practiced them in secret, despite the Rock Demon Clan's strict prohibition.
Their living conditions were simply too harsh.
Even if the Rock Demon Clan did not beat them to death, the countless dangers of daily life would kill them if they were weak. They could hardly worry about distant consequences.
"Blood-path cultivators are another name for cockroaches."
"The Blood River King might not be dead."
A thought stirred in Jiang Ding's mind.
Against opponents of the same realm, barring an overwhelming difference in strength, blood-path cultivators were famed for their tenacity. Unless they provoked an emperor, they were rather hard to kill.
As for an emperor stepping in?
That generally did not happen. Emperors had their own affairs. They could not spend every day managing those beneath them, and usually could not be bothered.
It was the same for Jiang Ding in the Northern Plains. He generally left Nascent Soul matters to Great Sun Longsword Commandery and Tushan Central Court. Most of the time, he could not be bothered with them.
Unless something grew so serious that it threatened the foundations of tax revenue, he was not going to lift a finger.
And Jiang Ding was already exceptionally diligent.
Other heavenly lords might not show their faces for centuries or even a thousand years, vanishing completely. That was perfectly normal.
Void Refining cultivators were more distant still.
"The Blood