The Eight-Calamity Ashenfeather descended from the unseen!
It pierced through frozen time, shattering space-time and the Great Dao. Nothing could stop its radiance, not even the Star-River Scroll, which had already been reduced from three dimensions to two.
Beneath the feather, everything melted in the heat or was sliced apart. It remained locked on the essence of the azure-clad youth's soul; even a dream of the six paths of reincarnation could not conceal him in the slightest.
An attack like this could not be deflected. It could only be stopped by force!
"Beautiful."
"What dazzling wisdom of the immortal path..."
Facing the beautiful radiance of the Eight-Calamity Ashenfeather, Jiang Ding could not help but be moved by the wisdom it held, drawn to the beauty of its immortal structure.
Could cultivators of the mortal world truly have created something so beautiful?
If a formation like this were controlled by a group of true seventh-step Dao Children, they could probably surround and kill even him with ease.
He would have no choice but to flee at the first sign of danger and seek another chance to fight.
These were the Immortal Dynasty's Dao soldiers, a pillar of strength under the Human Emperor. Fighting above their level was what they had been designed to do.
What a pity!
"What a pity..."
Jiang Ding sighed, as though he had spotted a flaw in a beautiful flower.
Life, too, always had its flaws. One passed through the innocent ignorance of childhood, the soaring spirit of adulthood, and the decay of old age.
No matter how powerful a being or a force of Dao soldiers was, if they did not become immortal, they would decay one day.
That beautiful feather, forged from the combined power of so many Dao soldiers—was its power not a little