Jiang Ding lightly touched the Broken Sword Tip with his divine sense.
He had been doing this ever since he entered the Fallen Immortal Realm, securing himself a way out.
There were too many potential enemies!
Worse, they might be Dao Children of Immortal Orders, spell cultivators utterly devoid of shame or decency who would never fight someone at their own level. Without a way out, he truly would not survive.
The result that came back this time was the same.
"I can leave."
Jiang Ding carefully examined the information from the Broken Sword Tip. Two points of starlight appeared in his soul, one representing the Immortal Sect Homeworld, the other the Northern Plains Minor World.
His heart settled.
At the same time, a trace of weakness crept into it. Even his Materialist Solar Sword Intent, on the verge of breaking through into a sword soul, began to waver and show signs of instability.
"Am I really..."
Jiang Ding sighed inwardly.
This was the drawback of the Great Sun sword cultivator's path, a profound flaw, yet also the core of the sword dao that generations of Great Sun Sword Lords had taken pride in.
A cultivator at your level was not someone you were allowed to fear!
You could burn your blood essence to flee. You could set traps to cover your retreat. But you could not submit, nor could you use any external power beyond your own abilities.
Once such weakness appeared, it was a grave denial of your own sword intent.
That was the nature of a sword intent rooted in the mind.
It was also the grand ambition of Great Sun sword cultivators to regard the world's mighty as their supreme opportunities, their absolute resolve, the foundation of their path!
The farther Jiang Ding walked along the