Amid the howling wind, Jiang Ding flew through the sky, his form concealed.
Birds and white clouds passed before him and through him without the slightest disturbance, as though they occupied different worlds.
This world... is very unusual.
Jiang Ding's thoughts turned cold.
It's completely unlike any small world the Immortal Sect has encountered.
There are far too many anomalies.
Immortal arts, Celestial Lord Shuo Yang, this Great Love True Lord, and Han Lin... Well, Han Lin isn't much of an anomaly. Everyone has their own secrets and opportunities. That's nothing strange.
There's also a Blood Spirit Sacred Body with the talent of a Dao Child, though he's nowhere near a true Dao Child. His later training was far too poor.
So many peculiarities, so many coincidences. Something must be hidden here.
I need to be even more careful.
Jiang Ding quietly assessed his strength, without a trace of arrogance or recklessness.
I should be able to defeat a mid-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator.
As long as they're not someone far beyond the norm, like a mid-stage Spirit Transformation Dao Child or a mid-stage Spirit Transformation inheritance disciple.
I can defeat a mid-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator. Whether I can kill one depends on the circumstances.
I should be able to defeat a late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator, but the chance of killing one is very, very small.
The Myriad Spider Celestial Lord doesn't count. He was utterly useless. He didn't even possess fifth-tier array mastery, and he had no idea how to use the Metal Causality Art. It had been forced into him.
His body and soul were riddled with weaknesses, too. He had devoured too many of his bloodline descendants, leaving himself a hopeless jumble.
The slightest stirring of Great Sun Aberration Power turned him into a lamb waiting for slaughter.