Jiang Ding opened his eyes, emerging from his study of the classics.
Before him, countless sword cultivators bowed in submission. Every one of them was a renowned powerhouse in some domain or land, a ruler of the order of a world. Now they all offered their respect willingly.
The sight was enough to set anyone's heart surging with wild dreams of being invincible under heaven, supreme throughout the universe.
"Rise."
Jiang Ding's voice was calm.
His heart was perfectly still. Not even a ripple stirred within it.
As the Immortal Sect's Great Sun Administrator, he had weathered countless wars and political struggles. How could a scene like this shake his resolve?
"Yes, Sword Heir!"
The sword cultivators rose respectfully, without the slightest hesitation.
"You haven't found Divine Lord Xuan Yin or Longevity-Turtle Divine Lord?"
Jiang Ding spoke softly.
He would never forget any living being who had attacked him when he was weak. Never.
But even for a Dao Child, an entire world cluster was too vast to search alone. So he had given an order: execute those he had marked and bring back their heads.
Divine Lord Xuan Yin belonged to the Taiyin Lineage, so the Great Sun sword cultivators and Tu Shan Maidservants would carry out that order.
Longevity-Turtle Divine Lord belonged to the Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm. Every sword cultivator of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm would carry out that order without reservation or delay.
There was no anger in his voice, only a gentle question. Yet every sword cultivator shuddered instinctively.
The powerhouses from the various domains faltered, none daring to speak.
These were people who had once roamed the four corners with boundless pride. Even the Great Sun sword cultivators, long famed for their mad destruction, curled up like mice before a cat, showing none