Chapter 1041: The Great Sun Sword Son Walks Into the Great Emperor's Palace

Many things, the human race must do, even if there will be many sacrifices.

Chun Jian Shi Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Zi Shi True Person understood this principle, and even more so understood that a Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun's will would not waver for any reason, so they did not try to persuade otherwise, only remaining silent.

"Chun Jian Shi."

"Regarding the two of you, and regarding the sect, this sovereign also has arrangements."

Jiang Ding said slowly, his tone unconsciously becoming somewhat cold and hard, no longer indulging in the sect's warmth: "This sovereign will send the two of you out to other minor worlds to take on the identity of a slave race. From now on, you will live under that identity, and no matter what, do not reveal yourselves voluntarily."

"According to convention, if no king-rank imperial son spends several hundred years searching, you will not be exposed."

"The kings of the Horned Demon Imperial Race have no ability to find you."

If there are ancient imperial sons, or even a great emperor personally searching for two ants?

Then you must accept your fate and wait for death.

The human race is base as servants, and never had any absolute safety to speak of.

"Regarding the sect."

Jiang Ding continued.

"Zhenshan Sect will henceforth rule a hundred thousand li in all directions, becoming the absolute dominant sect here. Every remaining disciple will receive vast quantities of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, countless Gong Fa and scriptures, usable for their own cultivation, free to squander as they wish."

"No one will oppress them, no Horned Demon Imperial Race will collect taxes. They may even indulge in imagining Zhenshan Sect as the overlord of the entire world, sole sovereign under heaven, worry about nothing, be arrogant, be willful, may scold and berate members of the Horned Demon Imperial Race, with no restrictions whatsoever."

"The disciples only had a few dozen years of lifespan to begin with."

"This period is not long, just one cultivation."

Jiang Ding said slowly: "It is even possible that only after this sovereign dies will they die. They may well spend a happy lifetime, enjoying glory and wealth for a hundred years, dying when their lifespan ends."

"It is also possible that within a few years they will be slaughtered by the Horned Demon Imperial Race, not even a chicken or dog left alive."

"What will ultimately happen, this sovereign does not know."

"Laozu Sect……"

Chun Jian Shi Master Dinghai Zhenjun's voice choked slightly.

This truly is a sect ancestor, considering everything for the juniors, doing everything to the limit of what he could.

Anything more, truly beyond his ability.

A slave-race Canghai Tianjun truly cannot do much.

"Do not behave like a child."

"Chun Jian Shi, Zi Shi."

"From now on, everything will depend on yourselves."

Jiang Ding sighed and said lightly: "This sovereign will leave the two of you sufficient resources to advance to Soul Transformation—Gong Fa, pills, spells, secret arts, materials for dharma treasures—all of these will be provided. If you are

ambitious enough, if you are fortunate enough, not found by the Horned Demon Imperial Race, in the future you may yet advance to Soul Transformation and rebuild the sect."

"If so, do you still have any questions?"

"Or perhaps, any unfulfilled wishes? These, this sovereign can complete for you."

"Nothing more, ancestor."

Chun Jian Shi True Person shook his head: "After this disciple advanced to Nascent Soul, old enemies were long ago secretly eliminated. No regrets remain. Greater regrets lie in the greater situation, beyond power to change."

"Ancestor, this disciple has an enemy……"

Zi Shi True Person said somewhat embarrassed.

"Chun Jian Shi, then accompany him on this trip."

Jiang Ding smiled warmly, took out a blood-jade-like talisman sword and handed it over: "If any king obstructs, whether a slave-race king or a Horned Demon Imperial Race king, slay them on the spot, no need to consider anything. This sovereign does not lack a few kings' lives, it will not affect anything."

"The children of our sect should act freely."

"Yes, ancestor!"

Chun Jian Shi Master Dinghai Zhenjun took a deep breath and solemnly received the talisman.

"Go, and be happy."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

……

Several months later.

Chun Jian Shi Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Zi Shi True Person returned, carrying the stench of blood and violence.

The current Zhenshan Sect made their eyes go wide, dumbfounded, nearly not daring to approach.

The original barren little slope was gone, replaced by cloud peaks rising, shrouded in mist, with several hundred Tianhe flowing across, encircling Shanfeng, spiritual energy dense to the extreme—at least a fifth-grade spiritual vein. Within the peaks grew all manner of strange flowers and exotic herbs, spirit beasts, ethereal and profound, straight as an immortal realm on earth.

Around the peaks, a faintly visible blood-light great formation's runes flickered, emanating a terrifying aura. As the great formation operated, it stirred the momentum of heaven and earth for thousands of li.

Absolutely a fifth-grade great formation!

Within the mountain gate, every disciple's face beamed with joyful smiles, free from any fear or oppression of being killed at any moment by members of the Horned Demon Imperial Race or other slave races. They cultivated within the mountain gate, sought the Dao, danced with swords, played the qin, read books—free, at ease, and carefree.

In the clouds and mist of the sky, several ancient seal-script characters in Jin Chong Guang flickered.

Zhenshan Sect!

What a magnificent bearing of a great human-immortal Dao sect!

"Zhenshan Sect……"

"Our sect……"

Chun Jian Shi Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Zi Shi True Person, seeing this scene—this picture that countless predecessors and ancestors had yearned for day and night—nearly shed tears, eyes blurred, Dao hearts churning, hearts complex beyond words.

The two spent a long time composing themselves, then stepped onto the stairs, walking step by step to the mountaintop.

There, a Daoist in a blood robe smiled at them.

"Greetings, ancestor!"

Chun Jian Shi Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Zi Shi True Person fell to their knees, hearts filled with reverence and reliance.

This might be their last living relative in this world; there is nothing more.

"Does this sect's atmosphere still feel right?"

Jiang Ding sighed, "Thousands of years ago, when I was with my Master and Grandmaster, we often imagined what a true great Human Clan should be like. We argued endlessly over it, each believing our own idea was how a great Human Clan ought to be, and we even grew quite angry."

"Now that the sect looks like this, I don't know if it's correct. Are we, the master and disciples, imagining the Emperor's golden carrying pole? Will people laugh at us..."

He wore an expression of nostalgia.

"If the Ancestor and the Founder saw this scene today, they would surely be gratified."

Chun Jian Shi Zhen Ren's eyes reddened slightly.

"Perhaps."

Jiang Ding sighed, "Do you two have any other regrets?"

He asked again.

"None, Ancestor."

Chun Jian Shi Zhen Ren and Zi Shi True Person said in low voices.

"Then, let us go."

The Blood Robe Daoist nodded, waved his sleeve, and drew the two into his sleeve.

He took one last look at the sect, carefully observing every blade of grass and tree within it, as well as the disciples inside chatting happily with one another.

He committed these images firmly to his heart, then vanished as a streak of blood light.

Over several months, Dong Xue He Wang traveled through the Minor Thousand Worlds of the Flame Stone Star Domain via teleportation arrays, visiting every single Minor Thousand World, only to return with empty hands.

Finally, he appeared once more within the Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie, standing before the Imperial Palace.

"Dong Xue He Wang."

Chen Shan Wang appeared; his expression was very indifferent as he said, "The Imperial Son's patience is nearly exhausted. Please understand and do not engage in any more miscellaneous matters."

"The Imperial Son's patience, the Great Emperor's patience, all have limits."

"We cannot allow you to act recklessly forever."

His words were cold and concealed nothing.

"Very well."

Dong Xue He Wang's expression remained calm; he gripped his sword hilt tightly and walked step by step into the Imperial Palace.

No one knew that within his eyes, deep in his divine soul, a thread of golden hue had begun to emerge—pure and sharp, containing a terrifying aura of destruction, spell-breaking, law-annihilation, law-prohibition, and distortion.

That was the Dao Son of the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong.

He was walking into the Imperial Palace of the Great Emperor of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.