Everything in this world had calmed.
Reincarnation, the Yellow Springs River, the mysterious young man within reincarnation—all of it vanished, and the skies of the Fallen Immortal Realm began to return to normal.
"The alien True Immortal Heir within the Six Paths of Reincarnation..."
Jiang Ding murmured.
Although this being had been intercepted by the Human Race Heavenly Dao and himself, and appeared to have failed in his advancement, Jiang Ding did not dare underestimate him.
Had Jiang Ding not existed, relying on the authority of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, he could have reincarnated across the endless starry sky—or perhaps only within several star domains. In any case, his influence would certainly have far surpassed that of an ordinary True Immortal Heir, granting him an enormous advantage on the future path of determining the constants of the Immortal-Dao Universe.
The path of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was far too powerful, far too strange.
Had Jiang Ding not existed, with his steady and cautious manner, his willingness to slumber for three million years, he would almost certainly have become a True Immortal Heir of the Dream Dao. His talent and brilliance were enough to astonish the world.
No wonder, despite being born from a minor race, he had received the favor of so much Demon Race fortune.
Of course, the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was awakening.
That seemed to be another terrifying problem. A True Immortal Heir on this path might not necessarily have the chance to become a true immortal; in the future, he might have to contend with the awakened Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation for authority.
Just thinking about this path was frightening.
Jiang Ding had never considered stepping onto the path of the Six Paths of Reincarnation for precisely this