Amid millions of corpses, the nine Daoist heirs fought for their lives. Each had bloodshot eyes, and foul-smelling chunks of flesh and blood littered the ground around them. It was hell on earth.
At the heart of the battle, where the nine were fighting hard enough to be drenched in sweat, a young man in azure robes strolled along as though on a spring outing.
He glanced left and right, occasionally stopping to take out his tools and collect corpse specimens or unusual mineral samples from the battlefield. They would enrich the Immortal Gate Library's records and lay a scientific foundation for future research into materials from the Ancient God Domain.
The sight was jarring.
Everyone around him was fighting a bloody battle, yet he wandered about without a care. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought some family's child had sneaked out to play. He showed none of the gravity a battlefield deserved.
And when the nine Daoist heirs began to push back, he frowned.
"Too fast."
"Don't show too much strength, or those nine won't come."
Jiang Ding sounded displeased.
He had little interest in the Ancient God Domain's nine Daoist heirs. Their presence, however, could spur Tianji Daoist and the others to grow. Perhaps they might prove useful one day, enough to stir some interest in the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword—
At that moment, Jiang Ding truly understood how Xi Yuan had felt.
This world was too barren, its opponents too weak. It was unbearable.
He couldn't return to the upper realm. The Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm held grudges far too fiercely, and the Immortal Artifact Sect was no good either. Everywhere he looked, there were villains who refused to fight fair.
He was only a Spirit Transformation cultivator, yet they had dared to send two