Jiang Ding looked at Taiyou and the Radiant Sword Heir before him, deep in thought.
A moment later, he placed his hand on the hilt of the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword.
Clang!
In that instant!
Across tens of thousands of kilometers, the entire world!
Every living being within that vast expanse—whether beast-refined corpse, Dao Child of the Immortal Orders of the Ancient God Domain or the Nine Spirits Domain, Dao Child of the Demon God Sect, or bloodline scion of the Demon Race in the Myriad Races Alliance. Even the tiniest, weakest birds and mosquitoes, and the corpse worms thousands of kilometers underground.
All things beneath heaven, every living being—their souls froze!
Everyone fell into utter terror.
To their horror, they discovered that, in that instant, all things beneath heaven and every rule of the Heavenly Dao had stopped. Space had hardened like iron, without the slightest movement. The world itself had fallen still.
At least, to their souls' perception, the world had frozen in place!
The Materialist Solar Sword Soul!
This was a Materialist Solar Sword Soul far beyond that of cultivators who had inherited the legacies of upper-realm Immortal Orders, one approaching the level of an upper-realm Immortal Order's Dao Child!
This terrifying sword soul belonged to someone who could be counted among the human race's succession candidates even across the endless cosmic starry sky—a dreadful existence that any non-immortal-level force would either honor or seek to kill. He revealed a sliver of his pressure, suppressing all beneath heaven.
Every cultivator of the same rank went blank in an instant, trembling with an instinct to submit.
This was the mark human sword cultivators had left upon all living things over endless ages, a primal instinct carved into the deepest reaches of their genes and souls with boundless blood