Immortal Sect · ruins of the former Dharma-Ending City.
A dimly glowing dark-gold flying sword appeared in the cold, lifeless starfield. Among the stars, especially those formed by suns, it seemed impossibly small—no more than a speck of dust on the scale of the universe, easily overlooked.
But that was not the truth.
The instant the flying sword appeared, terrifying gravity arose. It was as though a planet had suddenly materialized there. Its pull immediately affected the movement of nearby asteroids and planets; even the orbit of a nearby star shifted by the slightest degree.
This was a celestial-scale creation!
"Woohoo!"
"I'm back! No Celestial blocked my way, and no near-immortal being beat me to death!"
Jiang Ding's sword soul appeared within the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword. Though his body had shattered to ash and his sword soul was cracked, he declared with immense satisfaction, "I'm just too strong!"
"I'm too strong!!!"
He was in such a good mood that he even whistled.
"Threadweaver Celestial was so courteous."
"The locals were so polite. The Immortal Artifact Sect, in particular, was a wonderful sect. I wouldn't feel the slightest moral burden killing him—I'd even have the pleasure of carrying out heaven's justice."
"What a perfect sect..."
Jiang Ding spoke from the heart.
Of course, the deaths of those caught in the battle's aftershocks were a tragedy. But he had not caused them; he had contained the fallout from his own attacks. Having come from the Immortal Sect, he had considerable sympathy for mortals and low-level cultivators.
"The only pity is that I didn't finish Threadweaver Celestial off for good."
"That really is a shame."
Jiang Ding sighed.
Like Dao Integration Divine Lords, Celestials had fused the imprints of their souls with the Heavenly Dao. They had gone a step further, too,