"Yes, Senior!" Jiang Ding answered solemnly.
Looking back, he felt a chill of fear.
He had actually dared to handle the cultivation methods and secret arts of Tianji Daoist, a man notorious for his sinister schemes. It made Jiang Ding wonder whether the man's soul arts had influenced him at the time.
Surely not.
After all, in terms of strength, the man alone was a weakling.
The temptation of Void Refining was simply too great. Faced with a tremendous opportunity that might improve one's chances of reaching it, much of one's reason fell away, along with any sense of caution.
If he had been a true Rogue Cultivator with no one behind him, that single mistake would have been the end. His life and death would no longer have been his to decide.
He would have been like a moth caught in a spiderweb: the more it struggled, the tighter the trap wound around it. Peerless talent and a clear sword heart would have done no good.
To avoid defeat on the battlefield only to lose in some shadowy corner was bitterly hard to accept.
That was the terror of divination: it struck without a sound.
"Seniors, there's also this."
"Whether the Immortal Sect survives the next several thousand years, suddenly rises to reach Void Refining and even glimpses the path beyond, or perishes with all of us reduced to lost souls—it all rests here."
Jiang Ding's expression was grave.
He brought out two sealed black-armored giants, each a hundred zhang tall, with a single horn thrusting skyward from the forehead. Their bodies alone radiated an aura far beyond the peak of Golden Core. They had taken the physical path to its limit.
They were the Nether Heaven Imperial Son and the Nether Desire Imperial Heir!
Beside them were fifteen