Jiang Yun keenly sensed an unusual aura. It carried a mysterious rhythm as it quietly spread through the surrounding space.
As it happened, he was quite familiar with it.
"Sword Immortal Linghui!"
When Jiang Yun had first arrived in the Immortal Domain a century ago, Hong Xuan, who came from a Quasi-Immortal King Family, had played his final trump card in a desperate situation: an immortal thought left by his master, True Immortal Linghui.
That immortal thought held not only a sealed wisp of Primordial Spirit but also powerful sword intent. Yet Jiang Yun had suppressed it by force and taken it into the Six Paths of Reincarnation within his Source World.
Jiang Yun's heart stirred. True Immortal Linghui's appearance was unexpected.
But he was not overly concerned. With his current strength, even a True Immortal posed little threat to him.
He considered the matter. He could not let True Immortal Linghui leave. If Linghui vanished, the Immortal Alliance might soon become aware of Jiang Yun and his companions.
It was time to devise a false identity.
On an impoverished Immortal Domain Fragment, a True Immortal could see through everything nearby with a little effort.
Before long, True Immortal Linghui spotted Jiang Yun's group.
"Why does that man carry the aura of the Primordial Spirit I left with my disciple? Could something have happened to Hong Xuan?"
True Immortal Linghui frowned slightly. His swordlike brows seemed sharp enough to pierce the void.
His hands moved as he rapidly formed seals, trying to divine a clue.
Yet after the Immortal Realm shattered, its fragments lay far apart, even by the standards of a True Immortal.
Besides, the incident had occurred a century ago.
Jiang Yun's Source World sealed everything away. Under these circumstances, Linghui could divine nothing.
"Hong Xuan may displease