The world fell silent at once.
The Heavenly Ghost Divine Lord's hair and beard bristled wildly, his eyes bulging with rage. Hatred without end consumed him. Now that he had returned to life, he meant to bathe the world in blood to ease the fury in his heart.
Yet at that moment, a chill rose within him.
Clang!
A clear, haunting sword chime rang out.
From the dazzling sun stepped a young man in azure robes. His face was youthful, no older than sixteen. He drew the sword at his waist and walked toward them, step by step.
"Void Refining... Void Refining..."
"You're a Void Refining cultivator!"
The Heavenly Ghost Divine Lord cried out in shock.
Why did that young Void Refining cultivator radiate such suffocating pressure?
It was like standing before a supreme being, before the ruler of all!
It felt as though, even if the young man meant to execute him, he should cry out his thanks for the sovereign's grace. He should offer no resistance, only bow his head and bare his neck. Anything else would be an offense against his superior, a failure to know his place.
"Heavenly Ghost,"
"I"
"grant you one sword strike."
Jiang Ding crossed ten thousand li of space and came before the Heavenly Ghost Divine Lord, step by step. "If you survive this strike, or if your soul imprint still exists afterward, then you have some ability. You may live as a criminal in an Immortal Sect prison. Merit can reduce your sentence."
The Immortal Sect had always embraced all rivers like the sea, especially enemies with no blood feud against its citizens.
Clang!
He slashed. A sun rose in the east, gathering the domain's boundless light into a single sword strike that descended upon the Heavenly Ghost Divine Lord, suppressing