"Upper realm cultivators..."
Jiang Ding slowly chewed over those words.
According to the information he had obtained before, the upper realm was a place called the Fallen Immortal Realm. Its name could not be spoken aloud, or one would fall into uncontrollable sorrow. Even Spirit Transformation cultivators were not exempt in the slightest.
If it was repeated many times, even Spirit Transformation Heavenly Lords might sink into eternal grief, becoming muddled and ignorant, unable to break free until death.
In the distant past, before this minor world had ever been breached, Spirit Transformation peak cultivators of this minor world had some chance of passing through something called an Ascension Platform—or perhaps a law, or perhaps heavenly tribulation... In any case, something named the Ascension Platform—to ascend into the Fallen Immortal Realm.
Without doubt, the Fallen Immortal Realm, whose name could not be spoken aloud, had to be incomparably powerful.
Jiang Ding pondered for a long time without answering.
This matter seemed to have exceeded the scope of his abilities. The computational power within his divine soul ran at its limit, ceaselessly calculating every possibility of resistance, escape, and slaughter.
Great Love True Lord appeared calm on the surface, but a faint thread of fear rose in his heart.
The Great Sun Sword Lord.
Compared with other powerful figures, this man possessed an exceptionally distinct trait: he placed tremendous importance on promises. Even amid bloodlust, madness, and self-destruction, he honored his word and would not proactively do anything to cultivators who had not violated the Tu Shan Code.
Though he was still very dangerous.
Even so, he was already the most suitable trading partner Great Love True Lord could find.
Some others were stronger than him, some weaker, but even the safest among them would turn hostile in three out of