Chapter 1078: Two Great Sun Sword Sons

In the dark, lifeless starry void.

A rising sun emerged from the boundary of the Minor Thousand Worlds.

This sun was so brilliant that even seventy or eighty thousand kilometers away, its light and sword intent had already reached here, illuminating the two figures in the starry void.

The two warriors locked in battle halted.

One was a middle-aged cultivator with a long beard, his posture majestic and face heroic, his chin adorned with neatly groomed facial hair—a style tied to a beauty trend in the Northern Plains Cultivation World roughly ten thousand years ago, when male cultivators there considered long beards beautiful and were called "Beautiful-Bearded Lords."

Back then, a man who possessed a fine beard might even attract a high-rank female cultivator to willingly marry him.

Legend held that another origin of the Northern Plains bloodline families—the maternal line—was a female cultivator known as Zhen Lan Tianmu, who, when still a Jin Dan cultivator, married a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

This was no concubine arrangement; she brought a vast dowry and married an obscure man who simply had a beautiful beard, causing a massive uproar.

That Foundation Establishment male cultivator, starting from this point, rose to great heights, breaking through Jin Dan, Nascent Soul, and even Soul Transformation, eventually becoming invincible under heaven.

That male cultivator was none other than the Beautiful-Bearded Lord of ten thousand years later—Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun!

Opposite the Beautiful-Bearded Lord stood a cultivator of ordinary appearance, radiating boundless light; endless destruction and searing sword intent surged upon him, and from afar, he looked like a newborn Xian Dao sun, casting boundless radiance into the starry void—domineering and destructive.

It seemed he was born to be the master of this realm's starry void.

"Ming Chong Guang Zi, who is that?"

Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun gazed into the distance, his voice filled with shock and uncertainty.

That blazing sun resembled Ming Chong Guang Zi's Great Sun Sword Son, yet its aura carried annihilation, spell suppression, and distortion—seemingly chaotic yet perfectly unified; it looked like a Great Sun, yet different from Ming Chong Guang Zi's Great Sun.

There were similarities too.

Both were equally mad, equally brutal; upon first sight, neither recognized the other, yet their mad, bloody killing intent had already spread.

Just from this, Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun judged that this Canghai Tianjun had no possibility of peaceful coexistence with him.

"That is—"

"That is the Great Sun Sword Son of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion."

Ming Chong Guang Zi stared at the blazing sun hurtling toward them, a look of nostalgia on his face: "The Great Sun Sword Son who rules a realm is in a fully mature state—not like this broken version I am, lacking a Dao Heir, lacking the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi, lacking elder guidance, lacking peer advancement, lacking many things—a Great Sun Sword Son."

"Oh?"

Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun trembled.

What was a fully mature Great Sun Sword Son?

He had tangled with this young man for a thousand years,

fought him for a thousand years—from initially holding the upper hand, swiftly falling into disadvantage, then desperately fleeing, finally forced to detonate an Immortal Art contamination to forcibly seal the battlefield, barely delaying the battle until a thousand years later.

And yet such a terrifying opponent now claimed he was incomplete.

The true, complete Great Sun Sword Son,

was flying toward them now!

"Damn it!"

"What sin did my Minor Thousand World commit!"

Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun's scalp prickled.

He immediately reached out to all his methods, kin, and descendants left in the Northern Plains, desperately seeking to learn what had happened in the mere thousand years since his Self-Imprisonment.

Yet he received nothing.

Though he sensed multiple family descendants still alive within the Minor Thousand World, as the primordial ancestor, he could not establish contact.

After a while, even this sense vanished.

"Ming Chong Guang Zi, my friend…"

Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun felt a terrible premonition.

"That is the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie Array."

Ming Chong Guang Zi said casually: "An array spread across the Minor Thousand Worlds, capable of monitoring and controlling the entire realm, capable of obscuring inside and out… Had I killed you a thousand years ago, I would have set up such an array."

"Your descendants left in the Northern Plains—the Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun and all your disciples—have likely all been killed by him."

"Your son, Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun, is too weak, utterly useless."

There seemed to be some friendship between them, though it did not prevent their mortal battles.

Neither chose to flee.

Ming Chong Guang Zi would never flee.

Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun, after a thousand years of imprisonment, had lost the ability to travel through starry voids; he must return to the Minor Thousand World for resupply, or he would be slowly drained to death—he lacked the capacity to survive in the starry void.

A short while passed.

The blazing sun-like aura slowly descended here, its light fading to reveal a young Qingyi boy, about sixteen years old, wearing a long sword at his waist, his face youthful.

"Dwarf."

Ming Chong Guang Zi spat out two words.

"Huh?"

Jiang Ding froze.

A dwarf from the Eastern Extreme Demon Gate.

Ming Chong Guang Zi said coldly: "Only mentally perverted cultivators with incomplete Dao hearts maintain a childlike state; in the Cultivation World, every such cultivator has an extremely twisted nature, teeming with demonic obsessions."

"Like those claiming to be the Blissful Child, the Heavenly Mutilated Elder, the Yin-Yang Old Sage…"

"Isn't that right?"

He asked curiously.

"Bullshit!"

"Ming Chong Guang Zi!"

Jiang Ding flew into a rage, his body erupting in violent sword hums

He retorted, "You're the one with stunted development, you pervert!"

"This Sovereign is exactly this young!"

"With This Sovereign's future talent of surely reaching Refinement Void, right now is only one-thirtieth of my lifespan — This Sovereign is only three years old right now! Do you understand?"

"This Sovereign's current appearance already counts as mature!"

"Of course, it's perfectly normal that you don't understand these things, Chong Chong Guang Zi."

Jiang Ding's hand rested on his sword hilt as he said coolly, "You crippled Sword Child, lacking sufficient tempering, are a disappointment."

"You decrepit old man are about to die, the life remaining to you is as brief as a cicada's, so naturally you wouldn't know such profound things, naturally you wouldn't know the true meaning of life."

"……"

Chong Chong Guang Zi's mouth twitched.

This seemed to be fact — if he didn't take life-extending elixirs, he only had a little over a hundred years of lifespan left, truly extremely brief.

At this moment, a wisp of black smoke rose up from behind Chong Chong Guang Zi, forming the shape of a chubby black figure.

Jiang Ding's gaze sharpened.

Hei.

The inheritance envoy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, possessing Refinement Void stage strength — the specifics of where within Refinement Void were unknown.

"Sword Child."

Hei bowed slightly toward Jiang Ding: "I sense the aura of Yue upon you. Might you allow me to commune with her? This concerns an exchange regarding the Pavilion's inheritance."

Yue.

Chong Chong Guang Zi's eyes lit up.

The Refinement Void fortress of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Moon Spirit of Dayang Dayang Tianchi, was called Yue.

In the last Realm War, Dayang Dayang Tianchi was broken through and sealed by the Jiudaxian Sect working together, unable to flee with him, which had a tremendous impact on his growth.

Jiang Ding considered for a moment.

"No."

"Hei."

Jiang Ding shook his head: "I don't trust you. I can't be certain whether you might cause some harmful effect on Yue."

"Understood."

"Since it is your decision, then so be it."

Hei was somewhat regretful, his form slowly dissipating.

The inheritance envoys of Dayang Dayang Tianchi and the Sword Pavilion would not interfere with the Great Sun Sword Child's sacred sword duel.