"Blood ocean... vortex..."
Jiang Ding looked towards the direction of the Sirius battlefield, a surge of dread arose in his heart.
This term, this existence, instilled a sense of instinctual fear. His divine soul trembled, as if in ancient times, this name harbored great terror, unknowable, unutterable, lest calamity descend.
And now, is it something that can be touched?
"Is this an Immortal?"
Jiang Ding whispered.
To cause a grown True Immortal to inexplicably fear just by uttering this name, perhaps not even the Human Emperor could achieve that.
It must be known, the Human Emperor is but a fully grown True Immortal, like a youth to an adult; a youth cannot tremble at an adult's name instinctively, far from enough.
"But,"
"how could an Immortal need the life origin of living beings' deaths?"
Jiang Ding questioned in confusion.
Immortals, everlasting and indestructible beings!
