The world fell utterly silent.
Every sword cultivator gazed at the scene with fervent reverence. The dust covering the ground was all that remained of the gods of the present age who had burned themselves to death.
Tremendous confidence rose in many hearts.
So what if humanity's organizations were chaotic?
So what if humanity's internal struggles were cruel and fierce?
As long as an invincible prodigy appeared, humanity would remain master of the endless starry sky. What did these so-called chronic ills amount to but a little wind and frost?
"Seven Killings..."
A fierce light entered Jiang Ding's eyes as he looked into the distance.
There, a beam of Seven-Kill Sword light fled at full speed. It vanished in an instant, its wielder not daring to initiate a Sacred Sword Duel now that he had lost his confidence.
The Great Sun Sword Heir did not pursue him, though he certainly could have caught up. He had been exceptionally good at that for years.
"You're very lucky."
"I've always made a habit of respecting the strong and respecting the True Immortal Heir."
Jiang Ding spoke calmly.
Since the Myriad Laws True Immortal Heir had said humanity could not fight among themselves here, he would abide by it. If the Dao Children of present-day humanity did not provoke him first, he would not kill them.
That respect would last until the balance of power changed.
A dim divine light flew in from the horizon.
It was the Soulflame Divine Heir.
He looked utterly lost, staggering through the air like a body whose soul had already died, his face numb.
"I..."
The Soulflame Divine Heir broke down sobbing.
The Solar God Heir and the others had exposed themselves only because they came to rescue him. That was why the lord of the Vermilion