Chapter 1077: The Master Shuoyang Sword Disciple Has Fallen Into Madness

"This... is the place where Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun sealed his own Immortal Art pollution back then..."

Jiang Ding's gaze shone like a scorching sun; with sword intent, he scanned the metal square mountain peak, dozens of kilometers in size, bit by bit, finally reaching a conclusion.

Inside the metal mountain peak, a rotting giant corpse was sealed.

This rotting giant was rotten from head to toe, with maggots—no, those were not maggots, but the materialization of Immortal Art pollution.

Many harmless Immortal Art knowledge fragments mixed together, forming something with a fatal threat to the souls of living beings, which in turn affected their flesh, creating a state of rot.

This was the state of the rotting giant before him.

"This is Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's Dharma Body."

Jiang Ding said once again.

Back then, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun must have severed his own body, sealed it here to isolate part of the Immortal Art pollution, and allowed his direct bloodline, the Guishan Tie family, to establish a sect here, using this as a starting point to breed the flourishing Northern Plain families, with descendants spread across the Northern Plain.

Many direct-line children of Northern Plain families often went missing, reasonably or unreasonably, and their final destination was always here.

These direct-line family cultivators, claiming to be heavenly geniuses, swallowed collateral bloodlines to improve their spiritual roots, only to be swallowed in turn by their first-generation ancestor, as if it were a cycle of reincarnation.

"The Immortal Art pollution power here has weakened, seemingly to a bearable degree."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Clang!

He drew his long sword, then sheathed it again.

Before him, on the Guishan Tie family mountain peak, dozens of kilometers in size, a golden, scorching sword mark appeared, splitting it in half from the middle, then spreading across the entire square mountain like a spiderweb, covering every corner.

A gust of wind blew.

A piece of black metal rolled down from the mountain peak, its edges neat, precisely one cubic centimeter in size, with black, foul-smelling liquid flowing from it.

One metal block fell, then two, then three, then countless blocks!

The entire Guishan Tie family mountain peak, dozens of kilometers in size and square in shape, collapsed; countless fist-sized cubic metal blocks rolled down from the mountain like a flowing river, exposing what lay within.

That was a giant corpse rotten to the extreme!

A terrible stench wafted over.

Then, smoke-like Immortal Art pollution spread in all directions, containing countless Immortal Dao knowledge fragments, forcefully and roughly surging into the souls of all cultivators; even Refining Void lifeforms could not be exempted.

Some knowledge was about a seventh-tier heavenly treasure and earthly herb named Sunflower, involving smelting...

Some was about something named Nine Heavens Lei Ting... Array...

Some was a title... Blood** King... the two characters in the middle could not be revealed in the world at all; the laws of heaven and earth did not allow it...

Some was merely a description of a roadside piece of

ordinary stone, the size of this stone was white...

Various kinds of knowledge, knowledge related to Immortal Arts; all this knowledge was incomplete—no, it could not even be called incomplete; it was merely a single grain of dust within a piece of knowledge, mixed with many other Immortal Art knowledge dust grains, aggregated together; various conflicting logics, various opposing contradictions, instantly formed terrible pollution.

Immortal Arts also naturally possess infectious power.

All cultivators who witness Immortal Arts will naturally circulate their magic power and divine sense, operating according to the structure of the Immortal Art...

Thus, the disaster occurred.

Jiang Ding gazed at his own arm.

Countless mouths and teeth grew out; a strange, inexplicable laughter surfaced in his soul; his hair moved without wind, twisting wildly, as if every single strand possessed its own life.

These hairs drilled into his scalp like long snakes, seeking to penetrate deep into his brain, devour his brain matter, truly forming independent lives one by one.

And the magic power in his dantian seemed to have gained consciousness, seeking to break free from the constraints of the meridians.

These various chaotic phenomena made Jiang Ding instantly become hideous and terrifying.

Clang!

At this moment, Jiang Ding drew his sword.

Boom!

A brilliant sun appeared in the world, radiating boundless sword light outward; an indestructible sword Dao will spread outward; countless blood-gold trajectories appeared in the world, temporarily suppressing and isolating all kinds of pollution.

Jiang Ding gradually returned to calm; the various abnormalities on his body returned to normal.

This was the result developed by the Immortal Gate: using controllable Immortal Art pollution to combat chaotic, uncontrollable Immortal Art pollution, temporarily isolating it.

However, this technique has a limit on the amount of Immortal Art pollution it can handle; it cannot be too much; this was precisely the reason he had delayed for so long.

The blood-gold trajectories in the world gradually contracted, forming a mass of black fog that constantly roared.

Jiang Ding activated the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie Array, teleporting it outside the world, teleporting it far beyond the starry sky; he didn't care anymore.

There was no other way.

Immortal Art pollution cannot be destroyed, cannot be annihilated; it can only be handled this way.

All matters were concluded.

Jiang Ding looked once again at the Dharma Body left behind by Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, that distorted, rotting giant.

This time, with no obstruction whatsoever, the scene within was clearly revealed.

This rotting giant had many wounds on its body, seemingly torn off by its own fingernails; flesh and blood were blurred, the skin entirely stripped away, torn off bit by bit, utterly terrifying.

But these were not the largest wounds.

The largest wound was on the chest: a sword mark that had almost split the entire body of the rotting giant in half, with a pure, scorching, destructive, and sharp aura still lingering within it to this day.

"

Ming Chong Chong Guang Zi!"

Scarlet began to appear in Jiang Ding's gaze.

Many things could already be deduced upon seeing this rotting giant.

Back then, the Master Shuoyang Sword Disciple Ming Chong Chong Guang Zi had gone mad, seeking to grind his sword using Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's life; even though the two seemed to have a good friendship, in the end Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun could not prevail and was forced to release his Dharma Body, which sealed the Immortal Art pollution, intending to perish together with Ming Chong Chong Guang Zi.

In the end, it seemed to have succeeded?

Clang!

Jiang Ding flicked his finger lightly.

From his finger bloomed a swath of blue-gold sword-light, which slashed the corrupted giant—stripped of all immortal-technique contamination—into countless powdery fragments, letting them dissipate between heaven and earth.

In place, only a single formation remained.

"This is an anchoring formation."

"It transmits spiritual energy, fresh blood, and the like, to sustain survival in the starry sky beyond the realm…"

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense across it and instantly understood the function of this crude spatial formation.

It was like an elongated umbilical cord, connecting to some point in the starry sky beyond the realm, allowing cultivators out there to survive far longer without dying.

If not for the immortal-technique contamination masking it, such a crude, shoddy formation could never have escaped the surveillance of the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie formation!

"It's just a single spatial formation, and it still has to maintain its link with the Minor Thousand Worlds—how far could it possibly reach?"

Killing intent within Jiang Ding's heart began to seethe, bit by bit.

Boom!

In the span of a single breath he cracked open this spatial formation, transforming into a sun-like streak of sword-light that pierced through the Minor Thousand Worlds' boundary wall and flew out into the starry sky beyond the realm.

He saw it!

He could already see it!

He saw them.

In the starry sky some seven or eight hundred thousand li away, two highly distinctive lifeforms were rising up from deep-layered spatial seals.

One blazed like a great sun, radiating an aura of destruction and searing heat;

The other carried the scent of Jin Zhi's karmic ties, seeming to be the very embodiment of Jin Zhi's karmic ties.

The instant these two lifeforms revived, they began to fight—each harboring a blood-feud with the other that could only end with one side's death—every clash shattering swathes of starry sky.

But in the very next instant,

They both stopped in unison, looking toward the Minor Thousand Worlds.

A rising sun emerged from within the boundary wall!

Bearing the terrifying auras of destruction, aberration, law-prohibition, and law-annihilation, it came killing toward both of them at once!