A famed Dao Integration Divine Lord of her generation, the Painted-Skin Lord, had died.
"Heavenheart Imprint..."
Jiang Ding slightly closed his eyes, then opened them again.
Vaguely, he sensed that at the instant the Painted-Skin Lord died, something akin to the origin of a divine soul had escaped and departed, completely returning to the imprint she had once fused into the Heavenly Dao.
Ten thousand years later, once the Heavenheart Imprint recovered again, the Dao Integration cultivator would be resurrected.
That was what Dao Integration cultivators were.
The Heavenheart Imprint possessed by every Dao Integration cultivator rendered them almost immortal.
That was why even peak Dao Integration cultivators had to respect the will of early-stage Dao Integration cultivators. Otherwise, rule would be difficult to maintain.
"Not yet."
"I do not possess the ability to directly erase the Heavenheart Imprint."
Jiang Ding said with some regret, "Perhaps when I possess quasi-eighth-order power, I can consider this matter."
"Ten thousand years later, will I be able to reach such heights?"
"No. My sword intent carries law-extinguishing destruction rules. It will take them at least twenty thousand years to revive."
"Twenty thousand years from now, even if this lord still cannot erase the Heavenheart Imprint, should these demons and monsters dare interfere with the Immortal Sect's rule between realms, it will be no more than a single sword strike. Nothing to fear."
Jiang Ding waved a hand, putting away the Painted-Skin Lord's skin shell and storage artifacts.
After clearing away the remnants of karma and aura, his figure vanished once more, just as it had when he arrived.
This starry sky had always been so tranquil. Nothing had ever changed.
Jiang Ding traveled and flickered through the realms, an unknown ghost in the starry sky, unnoticed even by members of the Immortal