"Blood Sea... vortex..."
Jiang Ding looked toward the Sirius Star Domain battlefield, a tremor of dread rising in his heart.
This term, this existence, evoked an instinctive terror in him. His soul trembled, as though in some distant age, this name had contained a supreme horror—one that could not be known, could not be spoken, or calamity would descend.
And now, it seemed it could be touched?
"Is this an Immortal?"
Jiang Ding murmured.
To make an adult True Immortal Heir feel inexplicable fear merely from speaking its name—even the Human Emperor probably could not accomplish that.
One had to know that the Human Emperor was merely a fully matured True Immortal Heir, like an adult compared to a youth. A youth could not possibly instinctively shudder just from speaking an adult's name. The gap was nowhere near that great.
"But..."
"How could an Immortal need the life essence spilled by the deaths of living beings?"
Jiang Ding did not understand.
Immortals were beings who lived forever and never died, eternal and indestructible!
Such beings had already lost the very concept of death. So long as the endless starry sky existed, They would exist forever. Such lifeforms were beyond mortal comprehension. Such existences could not possibly be powered by such low-level energy as blood qi, mana, or life essence.
It was as laughable as using a horse-drawn carriage to pull a planet.
It could not be an Immortal.
An Immortal would never be so clumsy. The birth of a mere True Immortal Heir could not possibly affect an Immortal in any way. The gulf between them was incalculable; they were never meant to intersect.
"Is someone playing god?"
"Toying with me..."
Jiang Ding said coldly.
Under a True Immortal Heir's rule, everything should belong to him. Taking without asking was