The Supreme Clarity Flying Sword hung in the sky, dazzling as the sun.
Across the earth, countless shattered carbonized shells fluttered through the air. Blood Path laws shrouded all directions as countless fresh, pink arms grew and swayed in the wind. Countless living beings wailed without end upon the Flesh Mountain Peak, their cries forming waves of soul attacks. In a terrifying instant, they launched three hundred and sixty soul-curse attacks at the enemy.
"The Blood Path..."
Jiang Ding stood in the sky, paying no heed to the curses and soul attacks.
The Materialist Solar Sword Soul guarded his sea of consciousness. Soul attacks that would have imperiled even a peak Void Refining cultivator were no more than a gentle breeze to him. He did not even need to pay them any mind.
"A sword cultivator!"
"A Void Refining sword cultivator!"
Blood Lake Ancestor stood atop countless pink arms. They wound around one another, forming a lotus of flesh that held him aloft. The sight was hideous and horrifying, stirring a deep revulsion.
"You're not a native cultivator of the Thunderflame Domain. None of my old friends stumbled upon a fortunate opportunity and broke through."
Blood Lake Ancestor's voice was low, its demonic tones sharp as blades.
"And if a foreign Void Refining cultivator broke through the domain barrier, there would inevitably be a celestial disturbance, and he would inevitably suffer grave injuries. Even the Immortal Orders have yet to solve that problem. They have no choice but to rule indirectly through the many true and Daoist sects, ceding part of their interests."
"Therefore,"
"you are at Spirit Transformation!"
"Aren't you, young friend?"
He looked coldly at the youth in azure.
"Interesting."
"You really are a true sect's Void Refining cultivator. You do have some depth to your inheritance."
Jiang