This anomaly made Jiang Ding frown.
His divine sense began taking over the entire Wandering Swallow Prefecture, processing intelligence, reviewing records from every stage of the prefecture's development and every report submitted by every swallow.
The Blissful Union Holy Maiden was indeed the chief official of Wandering Swallow Prefecture, but that did not mean it belonged to her.
The Great Sun Sword Heir had always held the highest level of access.
Besides, this intelligence network had another hidden thread: the weeds growing throughout the various great worlds, and the dreams of the many swallows.
There were checks upon checks and measures upon measures. The system was exceedingly strict. The Blissful Union Holy Maiden's supposed full authority applied only when there was no need to intervene.
A long while later, Jiang Ding nodded slightly.
"Brother Tu Shan,"
"there really are this few eighth-step Dao Children."
The Blissful Union Holy Maiden sounded drained. "The path of a Dao Fruit Dao Child grows harder with every step. There may be only a handful of eighth-step Dao Children, but countless prodigies' bones were spent to produce them. The waste was terrifying. Only a few factions that emerged victorious from the Immortal Dynasty's political struggles, aided by a great deal of luck, could produce an eighth-step Dao Child."
"By its final days, the Immortal Dynasty was rotten beyond belief."
"Heh!"
"So Blissful Union Holy Land was one of that era's greatest victors?"
The Desolate Flame Sword Heir gave a cold, mocking laugh. "What a pity. That seems to have been your final moment of glory. Afterward, you declined rapidly. At one point, you even lost your sect and wandered the stars. It took over a million years to reestablish it."
"The only place fit for your sect is a cesspit."
"You can hardly survive anywhere