The celestials joined forces to divine the battlefield and pinpoint the Pure-Yang Sword Heir's whereabouts.
Among them were celestials skilled in divining cause and effect.
In theory, given a name, a trace of aura, or a single thread of causality, they could instantly locate the aura—even the position—of any being below the celestial realm, whether that being lay beyond thousands of mountains and rivers, dozens of domains, or a vast stretch of starry sky outside the Great Thousand World.
Striking across that distant starry sky to kill their target was nothing out of the ordinary, either.
Such were celestials. They had transcended all common sense and almost become one with the rules of the Great Dao.
Yet the moment they tried to pinpoint the Pure-Yang Sword Heir, their divination veered toward countless places, and millions upon millions of results appeared in their souls.
If they tried to probe deeper, a premonition that set their hearts pounding seized them, as though death were about to descend.
They immediately stopped the divination.
"Is this the will of that supreme being from the Sun Lineage..."
Dragonwood Celestial of the Heavenly Beast Garden spoke in horror.
The path of yin and yang had been closely bound to divination since ancient times. The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm had existed longer than any other Immortal Order, and the foundations it had built in every field had reached their peak.
Having inherited the lingering legacy of the human race's distant ancestor Fuxi and his Eight Trigrams, the Sun Supreme had attained profound mastery of divination.
In that art, the supreme beings of the other Immortal Orders likely lagged far behind the Sun Supreme. They and their sects were simply too young.
"It seems the Pure-Yang Sword Heir survived."
Extreme Yin Celestial sighed. "If the Pure-Yang Sword Heir