The jade talisman shattered completely.
The threads of karmic puppet strings vanished too.
In their place appeared a hazy, terrifying figure.
It was a wooden puppet weeping black-red tears of blood. A bank of dark clouds hung above its head, and transparent threads descended from them, burrowing deep into the puppet's face, limbs, and chest. A bitter, venomous curse spread from its body.
"It was you."
"You laid that web of karma, forcing me to expose myself and fight for my life."
"Well done, old bastard..."
Jiang Ding spoke softly.
Yet there was a trace of doubt in his voice.
That web of karma did not seem entirely in keeping with this dark, all-controlling style of curse.
"Pure-Yang Sword Heir..."
The string-bound puppet gave the azure-clad youth a long look. It said nothing more before its form collapsed.
Jiang Ding, too, committed this person to memory.
Clang!
He swung his sword and severed the tracking mark the man had quietly left on him.
However subtle a celestial's methods, they could not hide from the Materialist Solar Sword Soul born in the Spiritless Universe. Not even the faintest fluctuation of spiritual energy could escape its perception.
"I've definitely been exposed to the celestials of the Immortal Artifact Sect, perhaps even those of other Immortal Orders!"
"I may even have caught the eye of someone approaching immortality!"
"Will they... drop everything they're doing and come kill me right now?"
Jiang Ding spoke to himself.
Even his soul was trembling.
It was fear. His instinct to survive was urging him on.
Dao Children of the Immortal Orders possessed extraordinarily sharp intuition and flashes of premonition. The Materialist Solar Sword Soul and Great Sun Instinct sharpened that intuition further, letting him sense clearly what might come.
A Dao Child of an Immortal Order—
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