Jiang Ding surveyed his surroundings, silently assessing the myriad techniques of the Liudao Sect for future use against his enemies.
If things went as expected, Liudao Sect would prove to be one of the major obstacles in establishing a new order in the Northern Plains. It couldn't possibly be preserved and must be thoroughly eradicated.
This cult of Diabolism was too inhuman and didn't deserve any mercy.
"Sword Cultivator of Tushan!"
"I know your strength is spent. There's no need for trickery."
At the bottom was the Beast Dao, where creatures turned into cattle, sheep, horses, pigs, and dogs of various kinds, followed by the Ghost Dao and Hell Dao, then the Human Dao, Asura Path, and Tianrendao.
The Six Dao Saint of the Yin Dao stood at the center of Tianrendao, surrounded by divine beings of earth, fire, wind, and water, no longer bowing or scraping. He looked down with a divine radiance.
The sound was layered and the echo was continuous, solemn and reverent.
