"The Divine-Buddha Great Thousand World's strongest Supreme was absent..."
Jiang Ding withdrew a wisp of divine soul from the Myriad Laws Nexus.
Unfortunately, he could not make use of such intelligence.
If he were at the peak of the Heaven-Man realm now, he would dare pick any faction and storm its gates, trying to break through one stronghold and execute every living being that had committed capital crimes against humanity.
If he could not win, he would run. That process would surely be quite enjoyable.
Still, it was not without benefits. At the very least, the chances of the Great Sun Sword Heir being killed by a Supreme Transcendent had decreased.
The Great Sun Heavenly Palace could not guarantee that he would escape before a Supreme.
It could only be said that such a possibility existed. If he fled in advance and avoided a carefully laid ambush, then he could escape. But if he lost the initiative and was blocked by a Supreme, then there was a great chance he would be beaten to death by one.
"Now, all that remains is to wait for this lord's guest to come calling."
Jiang Ding looked into the distance and muttered to himself.
As time drifted on, the years passed.
Within the world cluster, ant-like black specks moved about, gathering and dispersing, being born and dying. Back and forth, there was nothing new beneath the sun.
No matter how many people died, a few centuries later, the population would flourish again.
Humanity was a fragile race as individuals, yet its vitality as a species was incomparably tenacious. Life would take root and grow of its own accord, gradually flourishing. There was no need to manage it at all.
No wonder that even many righteous human experts often looked upon mortals with indifference.