In the Founder's Hall of the Black Sword True Sect.
An utterly ordinary-looking Golden Core cultivator slowly walked in.
He appeared to be a Golden Core cultivator of the Black Sword True Sect, one who delighted in slaughter. He had massacred cities and destroyed nations to refine his flying sword, earning a reputation among Golden Core cultivators that made others wary of him.
In a Void Refining True Sect, a man like that was an ant.
Yet this ant walked straight into the Founder's Hall. The many Nascent Soul True Lords, Spirit Transformation cultivators, and even the sect's Void Refining ancestors noticed nothing, as though they had all gone blind.
The Golden Core cultivator walked slowly, step by step, until he stood before the two Dao Integration Divine Lords.
He watched them in silence.
"Greetings!"
"Greetings, Heavenly Lord!"
Great Love Divine Lord's eyes glistened. He bowed deeply and did not rise.
He still used the same title he had used tens of thousands of years ago, unchanged, as though this moment belonged to their days in the Northern Plains Minor World.
"Greetings, Little Uncle Master!"
A trace of Han Lin's surging emotions showed as he bowed solemnly.
The hall fell silent.
No one knew what the ordinary-looking young Golden Core cultivator was thinking, or what he might be facing.
Great Love Divine Lord and Divine Lord Azure Cloud sensed something faintly. A haze enveloped them, setting them apart from all things. Their concealment strengthened dozens of times in an instant, reaching a terrifying level far beyond the Dao Integration realm. The karmic rules around them, and even things more obscure, vanished.
Even so, the young Golden Core cultivator said nothing. He stood there quietly.
Great Love Divine Lord and Han Lin held their breath, afraid to disturb him.
So it