One sword cultivator after another left the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace and headed into the distant stars.
They would embark on expeditions lasting thousands, even tens of thousands of years—perhaps longer still—until they returned having attained the Dao, or died far from home.
Jiang Ding's gaze rested on Yun Ji's retreating figure.
With so much information on the Vermilion Bird Star Domain now in hand, the selection pool for maidservants had expanded to hundreds of Great World clusters. Across such a vast expanse, prodigies of the Great Sun Maidservant Dao would no longer be scarce. The chance that a seventh-step Dao Child would emerge from among them had risen dramatically.
The only question was whether it would be this generation's Yun Ji.
War meant death, especially for sword cultivators. He had seen too much of it to feel even a ripple in his heart. Such was a sword cultivator's fate.
The sword cultivators gradually disappeared into the distance.
Quiet returned to the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace.
"My lord."
A Dao Integration maidservant bowed.
She was the strongest Tu Shan Maidservant after Yun Ji. Although Yun Ji had taken away a large part of the Tu Shan Maidservant army, ten million still remained to guard the Great Sun Sword Heir and carry out his decrees.
"Mm."
"Go and sweep through the Vermilion Bird Great World. Execute every Dao Fruit cultivator guilty of crimes, then establish local governing bodies. Extend our administration down to every first-grade spirit vein. Can you do that?"
Jiang Ding asked calmly.
There were no hostile Dao Children left in the Vermilion Bird Great World, though many Heaven-Human and Dao Integration cultivators remained.
"Yes, my lord."
The Dao Integration maidservant bowed and turned to leave.
Many maidservants moved with her, their motions perfectly synchronized and imbued with a