Where was the Great Sun Sword Heir?
It was a Schrödinger's cat sort of question. No one could know the answer for certain.
For a long, long time, the whereabouts of the Great Sun Sword Heir had ceased to have a definite answer. Seeing him with one's eyes, confirming him with divine sense and sword intent—none of it counted as absolute proof.
Sometimes even he did not know where he was. He deliberately introduced uncertainty and randomness to keep those deeply versed in the Heavenly Secret arts from using his old habits to predict his next move, set an ambush, and put him in danger.
While the Dao Children of the Ancient God Domain and Nine Spirits Domain fought without end, a young man in azure appeared at the very center of the Heaven-Hiding Pavilion.
He might have been the true body, or he might have been an avatar. There was no way to tell.
It might take a cultivator more than two stages above him, or a Dao Child-level figure from an upper-realm Immortal Order skilled at dispelling illusions, to be certain.
Along the way, he encountered numerous peak Void Refining beast corpses, terrifying formation traps, and countless hidden curses. He ignored them all and went straight to the heart of the Ancient God Path's Heaven-Hiding Pavilion.
Under Yama Hell's King of Equality Yin-Yang Reversal Formation, none of them could trouble him.
Jiang Ding raised his head and looked at the towering, majestic palace before him.
The palace was pitch-black from end to end. Its doors were shut, its walls shrouded in shadow. Fine, twisted black threads writhed and shifted along its edges, seeming to devour something.
Three words were written above the palace: Ancient God Hall!
Jiang Ding stopped.
The many Ancient God Path texts the Immortal Sect