Jiang Ding's gaze turned cold as he stared at Weaver of Heaven's Daughter's pure, heart-stirring face.
Pure as water.
That was the first impression she gave.
A deity of marriage ties was actually innocent and pure. It was unbelievable, yet also only natural.
As a deity, she had a thousand faces. Every thread of incense and worship received a response from a divine thought. As a deity, she was ever-changing, appearing differently in the hearts of different believers, yet nothing had ever happened between her and any man or woman.
Within marriage ties, the first time was precious, carrying tangible expectation and power.
Throughout her life as a deity, she had never encountered an opponent worth exhausting everything for. Thus, she had never needed to do such a thing.
At this moment, beneath Jiang Ding's gaze, Weaver of Heaven's Daughter's hazy, ever-changing figure took on a fixed form—the form of a woman perfectly suited to his aesthetic.
It was not merely her appearance, but even more so the destiny of their past reincarnations.
The endless starry sky was vast and boundless. The Great Dao of marriage ties manifested from the void, tangled in hundreds of millions like the red threads of the Old Man Under the Moon, a hopeless snarl that could not be unraveled. All one could see were red threads sinking into heaven, earth, and countless people, falling upon innumerable mortals and cultivators. Even the Dao Court's seven Emperor Realm cultivators could not break free.
One especially thick red thread descended upon Jiang Ding's body like a rainbow.
"Marriage ties..."
Clang!
Jiang Ding drew his sword and struck with the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Maiden's sword soul.
The most dazzling power of the Law-Annihilation Great Dao of this era condensed within this strike, along with sword intent