Chapter 1075: The Upper Realm Cultivators' Army Is About to Descend

"Upper Realm cultivators…"

Jiang Ding slowly chewed on those words.

In the intelligence he had obtained before, the Upper Realm was a place called Fallen Immortal Realm, whose name could not be spoken directly, or else one would fall into an uncontrollable sorrow that even Soul Transformation cultivators could not escape in the slightest.

If repeated many times, even a Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun might fall into an eternal sorrow, muddled and chaotic, unable to break free until death.

In the very distant past, when this Minor Thousand World had not yet been breached, the peak Soul Transformation cultivators of this Minor Thousand World had a certain chance to ascend to the Fallen Immortal Realm through something called an Ascension Platform — or a pattern, or a heavenly tribulation… in short, something named Ascension Platform.

Beyond doubt, this Fallen Immortal Realm whose name could not be spoken directly must be supremely powerful.

Jiang Ding deliberated for a long time, but did not answer anything.

This matter seemed to have already exceeded his scope of ability; the computing power in his divine soul ran to its limit, constantly calculating all manner of confrontations, escapes, and slaughters.

On the surface Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun was perfectly composed, but in his heart a faint trace of fear welled up.

The Great Sun Sword Master.

Compared to other powerful beings, this person had one extremely distinctive trait: he placed immense weight on promises. Amid his bloodthirst, madness, and self-destruction, he still honored his commitments, and would not take the initiative to do anything to cultivators who had not violated the laws of Mount Tu.

Although he was equally very dangerous.

But this was already the most suitable trading partner he could find.

Others were either stronger or weaker than him, but the safest among them would turn hostile three times out of ten trades; sometimes when things were perfectly fine, suddenly out of nowhere a single sentence would lead to a vicious killing, utterly baffling.

Although Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun himself was sometimes just as capricious toward the weak, when it was his turn to bear it, it became hard to accept.

Compared with those old monsters,

the Great Sun Sword Master Jiang Ding Zi was simply a great good man!

During transactions with him, there was absolutely no danger; even if talks fell through, he would simply send you away. Even if you accidentally offended him and made him angry, he would not kill you — extremely safe.

The only several dozen times people were killed seemed to be related to massacring cities, slaughtering mortals and cultivators to refine gu worms.

At that time he had not been provoked at all, yet a dazzling sword qi would suddenly descend, piercing through his brow and shattering his divine soul.

At first, Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun was full of shock and bewilderment.

After probing a dozen or so times, he finally confirmed one thing.

The Great Sun Sword Master seemed to greatly dislike people who massacred cities or slaughtered mortals on a large scale; if he encountered such a thing and no one was stronger than him, he would generally kill them on the spot, regardless of whether they had provoked him.

Apart from these, no matter how cultivators fought, sought revenge, plotted and schemed,

betrayed and the like, he completely ignored it, caring nothing for such things.

After dying several dozen more times, the present harmless Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun took shape.

In truth Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun had always tried to become friends with the Great Sun Sword Master, just like Li Qingyun Zi Han Lin.

But every single attempt failed.

Even in his childhood, the Great Sun Sword Master disliked him; no matter how he tried to curry favor, created opportunities, went on adventures together, fought side by side, or even transformed into a female cultivator… it was all completely useless.

In those times he transformed into a female cultivator — little girl, mature woman, fairy, enchantress… they were all killed off very quickly.

"Upper Realm cultivators… divination…"

Jiang Ding pulled himself out of the high-intensity, overloaded computation of his divine soul, his expression unreadable.

Divination. Heavenly secrets.

These he did not know — they were exceedingly profound branches of immortal Dao study.

But that did not mean he was completely ignorant of them!

The so-called divination was the merging of the divine soul with the Heavenly Dao, peering into the river of fate, using what had already occurred upstream of the river of fate to calculate the flow and direction of its downstream course — the so-called Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong divination.

The closer to the present, and the lighter the people and things involved in the divination, the higher the precision of the divination.

This was the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong's lineage of the Heavenly Secrets path.

In the view of the Immortal Gate, it was instead the use of super big data from the cosmic star river to deduce the future; the Central Array Spirit Computer was the practitioner of this path, and the Heavenly Secrets path ranked in the top three throughout the Nine Spirit Domain.

However,

No method of divination could allow a Nascent Soul cultivator to peer at a terrifying existence like the Upper Realm!

Using the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong divination lineage, a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun would immediately suffer backlash from the Heavenly Dao, divine soul and body both annihilated.

Using the Immortal Gate's super big data deduction, a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun's divine soul would instantly be burst apart by the terrifyingly vast volume of data, Nascent Soul and divine soul exploding together.

One could say it definitely was not a matter of divination arts.

Saying it was wild guessing would be more reliable than divination.

There was a tremendous lie within this.

Jiang Ding did not inquire in detail about these things; he was not curious about others' fortuities, nor did he deign to seize anything.

There was no reason.

No need, no concern.

"Friend Master Dinghai,"

"how can you prove what you say is true?"

Jiang Ding said gently: "Upper Realm cultivators — the matter is of great importance. This sovereign also needs to deliberate repeatedly; please do not take offense."

"Canghai Tianjun, I cannot prove it."

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding gripped his sword hilt, faintly curious.

"Canghai Tianjun, before the Upper Realm cultivators descend, I cannot prove it."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun said deferentially: "My abilities are limited; obtaining this information by chance was already for-

tunate, and it cost me greatly — my vital energy was heavily damaged, my lifespan shortened, and I have no strength left to spare."

"I beg Canghai Tianjun's pardon."

"If indeed nothing happens at that time, I am willing to forfeit my life as recompense."

Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun said in a low voice.

His meaning was very clear: first hand over the supreme-grade Soul Transformation Pill, and only then would he give the information.

If the information turned out to be incorrect, then he would pay with his life.

Pay first, deliver later.

Otherwise, even if one searched his soul, there would absolutely be no way to find anything of value within his divine soul.

Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun revealed a resolve and ruthlessness that did not quite match his usual demeanor, caring nothing for the vast gap between himself and the Canghai Tianjun.

Jiang Ding gripped his sword hilt, seated upon the Six Paths Wang Zuo, and thought for a long while.

"Agreed."

A cyan jade box flew out from his storage jade pendant and landed before Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun. The jade box opened on its own, revealing a porcelain bottle of spirit pills within; the pill bottle also opened, revealing a single supreme-grade Soul Transformation Pill covered all over with cloud patterns.

"Supreme-grade Soul Transformation Pill…"

Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's body trembled, and an expression of excitement appeared on his face.

He received the jade box with great care, employing every method at his disposal to verify it again and again.

Jiang Ding watched him quietly.

In keeping with Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's promise, if the intelligence Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun provided turned out to be inaccurate, he would have no choice but to personally grant Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun death — bestowing such an honor in order to fulfill his own promise.

"Canghai Tianjun."

Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun bowed respectfully: "Thirty-nine years and seven months from now, the great army of cultivators from the Upper Realm will descend upon the starry sky beyond the boundary. As to who will descend, and what level of strength they will possess, my own cultivation is humble, and I do not know."

"This matter concerns me personally; I must ask the Canghai Tianjun to keep it secret."

Cultivators from the Upper Realm.

A great army.

Jiang Ding drew in a quiet breath.

A thought surfaced in his mind.

My home… is going to be gone.