Silence fell on every side. A dropped needle could have been heard.
A breeze blew through. It should have felt gentle against their faces, yet it seemed to steal every trace of warmth from the Dao Children of the Ancient God Domain, plunging them into the killing chill of winter.
"Pfft!"
The Dao Child of the Heavenly Fortune Immortal Sect suddenly spat blood, his face pale as gold paper.
The confidence that everything was under his control vanished from his face. Trembling with terror, he stared at the Tianji Daoist in utter disbelief and bitterness.
"You... concealed yourself from my divinations?"
"Everything I saw in my divinations was a vision you left for me to see?"
The Heavenly Fortune Daoist Heir looked as though a thunderbolt had struck him from a clear sky. He stood woodenly, like a puppet stripped of the spark of life.
His divination had backfired on him.
But who, then, was the Tianji Daoist he had encountered in the Yin-Yang Void Realm? The one whose divinations had matched his own even while he held most of his strength in reserve, the one who would have lost in an instant if he had not held back?
Who was that person?
A figment of his dreams?
"Fellow Daoist Heavenly Fortune,"
The Tianji Daoist said evenly, "The Heavenly Secret Immortal Sect happens to lack a disciple to carry on its legacy. I think you would suit the role. You should be able to become the foremost among those disciples beneath me and carry our founding master's legacy forward."
That promise was far more reliable than the Celestial God Daoist Heir's.
Conflicts between righteous-path Immortal Orders had limits. At the very least, the defeated could survive. They generally followed the rules rather than trampling them without restraint. Many demonic-path cultivators