All the cultivators of the Ancient God Path kowtowed respectfully to the hazy, terrifying figure atop the steps.
None was qualified to see his face, much less look directly at him. The pressure radiating naturally from him alone blocked the divine senses and gazes of every Void Refining and Dao Integration cultivator. The majesty of a ruler of worlds could not be defied.
"Li Zhong, go to Fire Spirit Mountain and set up this array."
Jiang Ding tossed a subsidiary spatial teleportation array crafted by the Immortal Sect to a Void Refining cultivator.
"Wang Zou, Liu Yin, Hu Li..."
"Go to the surrounding lesser and middling worlds and set up these arrays. If all goes well, some of your crimes can be pardoned. At the very least, you won't be sentenced to death."
Name after name was called. No one knew how this being knew the cultivators' names.
More chilling still, every array assigned to a cultivator fell precisely within that cultivator's capabilities, without the slightest deviation. It was as though he knew and could do everything.
"Yes, senior!"
"We accept your orders!"
The Ancient God Path cultivators each took an array apparatus and dispersed in all directions.
One by one, they left.
Soon, the place was empty.
Jiang Ding sat cross-legged amid the corpses and continued cultivating, reading texts and studying techniques while pondering the eighth-realm Dao-realm sword arts.
"Children from poor families can't compete with children from other families when it comes to magic treasures and inherited techniques."
"The only things I have any hope of surpassing them in are sword soul and swordsmanship."
Jiang Ding thought of the Desolate Flame Sword Heir, the Acacia Saint Heir, and the other Dao Children of the sacred lands.
He needed no calculations to know that these Dao Children's techniques were