"How did he find him?!!"
The nine Dao Children stared in horror and relief, their scalps tingling.
If this foreign imperial heir had escaped and told his race about this realm, they would have instantly lost the hard-won head start they had only just established.
What terrified them was this: if they fled someday, would they be rooted out bit by bit like this, with nowhere to hide?
"Was it a coincidence?"
An Tuzi asked, shifting uneasily.
"Instinct."
"The Great Sun Sword Heir's instinct."
Tianji Daoist murmured, "When it comes to the strong, especially those of his own level, that man has a keener nose than a heavenly spirit hound. He has an instinct buried deep in his bones. Even when spiritual sense and sword intent find nothing, his instincts can still faintly pick it up."
"He didn't suddenly go to the world wall to meditate on the Dao by coincidence."
"If you lose to him someday, don't hide. Run if you can. If you can't, burn everything, destroy your storage treasures, and take him down with you."
That was Tianji Daoist's advice.
The Dao Children around him nodded slightly.
Roar!
The ten-thousand-zhang heavenly dragon roared, but no matter what it did, it could not break free. It was dragged bit by bit into the embryonic Sword Realm between Jiang Ding's brows and sealed away beneath layer after layer of restraints.
Everything fell still.
Jiang Ding looked inward at his embryonic Sword Realm.
Across its many sword-intent ecosystems, a strand of Primal Yellow Hongmeng Mother Qi presided over each of the sky, the surface, and the depths below. The Great Sun Annihilation Sword Intent, Taiyin Sword Intent, Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning Sword Intent, and Magma Earth Sword Intent each had their own affinities, yet mingled with one another.