Chapter 1105: A Junior of Tushan Greets a Senior

Beyond the Minor Thousand Worlds, within the dark starry sky.

A youth in green robes had eyes blood-red as blood, yet brilliant like a solar furnace, showing no sign of fading despite the death of the great enemy.

The only change was that within those blood-red pupils, the color was pure gold like crystal, devoid of madness, instead growing ever colder.

Jiang Ding pressed his hand on the sword hilt, gazing at the vast, endless universe.

"Flee!"

"The Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun is dead! Dead..."

"This is not the Lower Realm..."

Countless beings from the Upper Realm wailed in agony, crying out.

Among them were tens of thousands of Thunder Division Dao Soldiers from the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, and tens of thousands of disciples from the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain who still retained intact spiritual intelligence; they fled in terrified madness, willing to burn their vital blood just to stay away from that terrifying being, like a ghost or a demon, wearing the skin of a human youth.

Some Upper Realm beings lost their heads, fleeing toward the Minor Thousand Worlds, and died quickly.

More Upper Realm beings plunged headlong into the dark, deathly silent starry sky, caring for nothing, only wanting to survive, only wanting to flee; no trace of the superiority of Upper Realm beings remained.

"The Sword Dao..."

Jiang Ding ignored the many fleeing Upper Realm beings and murmured to himself.

His right hand lightly stroked the sword hilt.

He had never stepped even one step beyond the bounds of the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie; under the command of the Super Sun Starship in the deep layers of space, the Da Ri Unmanned Star Army was restless.

He fell into deep thought, unknown what he was thinking.

"The Upper Realm beings have been defeated!"

"Defeated in such a short time, defeated so decisively, countless dead and wounded, even the arrogant and overbearing Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun is dead..."

Shuo Yang Canghai Tianjun had been observing the battlefield; now his hands trembled, his body and his soul shaking.

At this moment, he felt incredibly fortunate to be beside Ming Chong Guang Zi rather than encountering that madman alone; otherwise, he would surely die, with no possibility of survival.

Is this the complete Da Ri Sword Disciple?

"Yes,"

"This is the sect's Da Ri Sword Disciple!"

Xi Ping'an felt both pride and fear: "He seems stronger than Chong Chong Guang Zi; although Chong Chong Guang Zi had already birthed the Power of Order before his final moments, he never slew two opponents of the quasi-Void Refinement stage..."

"... Damn it, he seems very vengeful; he will surely find a way to kill me..."

Xi Ping'an wanted to cry but had no tears.

Ming Chong Guang Zi remained silent.

For a long time.

"Truly enviable."

Ming Chong Guang Zi whispered: "He has so many opponents, a Dao Disciple, opponents born with the Power of Order, opponents, opponents... this is the most important factor making the Da Ri Sword Disciple grow ever stronger; during my growth, I did not have such opponents..."

"...

"Supreme opportunities..."

He looked at the Upper Realm Dao Soldiers' wreckage scattered everywhere in the distance, his eyes turning green with jealousy.

"Do we still have a chance?"

"A chance to ascend to the Upper Realm."

Shuo Yang Canghai Tianjun quickly reined in his emotions and asked in a deep voice: "Upper Realm beings cannot defeat Tushan at all, cannot even maintain a stalemate; they are utterly defeated. In such a short time, I see no possibility..."

He felt somewhat desperate.

In at most a few hundred more years, his lifespan would reach its end.

"No, not so."

"Jiang Ding Zi has not won!"

Ming Chong Guang Zi took a deep breath, slowly and firmly shaking his head: "Although I cannot perceive it, my strength is relatively too weak, but I know that the Da Ri Sword Disciple slaying strong enemies and ending wars is not like that... the madness in those eyes has not dissipated."

"He has not won yet?"

Xi Ping'an and Shuo Yang Canghai Tianjun were stunned.

Jiang Ding's gaze was blood-red and scorching, mad yet calm; two utterly different things appeared simultaneously in his eyes.

The bloodthirsty madness of the Da Ri Sword Disciple!

Some people regard this madness as a fatal flaw in the Da Ri Sword Pavilion's inheritance, causing the Da Ri Sword Disciple to often fall into indiscriminate slaughter of friend and foe, rushing voluntarily toward perilous situations to seek death.

Others hold a completely opposite attitude.

For example, the successive Sword Masters of the Da Ri Sword Pavilion.

In their lives, they created numerous sword techniques, Gong Fa, scriptures, and secret arts; they were the greatest driving force for the advancement of the Da Ri Sword Pavilion's Immortal Dao, gathering supreme power within one person; one person was the Da Ri Sword Pavilion, relying on no external help; numerous sect disciples were merely tools for the Sword Master to gather heavenly treasures and earthly gems, caring for nothing.

And in the successive Sword Masters' deduction of the Great Dao, at least half of their soul's computational power was used on the Da Ri Madness!

The successive Sword Masters constantly deduced, constantly perfected, finally forming the current Da Ri Sword Dao inheritance; the madness within the inheritance is the very core of the Da Ri Sword Dao.

The finest crystallization of Immortal Dao wisdom in the Da Ri Sword Pavilion is this Da Ri Madness!

The highest Immortal Dao achievement of the successive Da Ri Sword Masters!

This madness, when used in cultivation and inheritance, can urge successive inheritors to fight to the death, making the strong stronger and the weak die quickly, eliminating mediocrities from usurping high positions and affecting the shared Immortal aspiration of the successive Sword Masters.

This madness, when used in battle, allows sword cultivators to gain the greatest rewards and the most sword Dao insights in bloody fights.

This madness has no aftermath whatsoever.

As long as you can successfully slay strong enemies, as long as you can overcome the constantly growing mad killing intent within your soul with immense willpower.

As long as you are strong enough!

As long as you are strong enough, the Da Ri inheritance has no drawbacks at all — every bit of it is a benefit!

As for the Da Ri sword-bearers who died in this process, the inheritors who perished?

Those were not people the Da Ri Sword Pavilion needed; if they died, they died — this is only natural.

Jiang Ding pressed his hand on his sword hilt, gently closed his eyes, and ignored everything.

At a certain moment,

Rustle, rustle, rustle……

He suddenly opened his eyes.

All around, in the vast, endless starry cosmos, one after another the walking-corpse-like beings had returned once more, their gazes wooden, their steps stiff, walking toward this place little by little.

They were the fleeing Upper Realm beings!

They had come back!

On their bodies, the aura of living beings had completely vanished; in its place was a strange and terrifying power, wholly transcending Soul Transformation, suffocating, chilling.

"You, having traveled from afar, must truly be weary."

"I am Master Tushan, at your service—"

Jiang Ding stood up, and within the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie formation, bowed slightly in greeting.

"Senior."

Following his gaze, he looked into the crowd of Upper Realm beings.

At some unknown moment, one extra thing had appeared among the crowd.

It was a piece of withered flesh and blood the size of a palm, appearing out of nowhere, bizarre beyond compare, unhurriedly drawing upon the flesh, divine souls, magic power, and everything else of the hundreds of thousands of Upper Realm beings.

The withered flesh and blood began to regain a touch of ruddiness.

Around the withered flesh and blood, strands of flesh-worms began to appear, slowly assembling into a horrifying form of mangled flesh and blood.

This terrifying form, the moment even an outline of it appeared, radiated a dreadful pressure into the star rivers of the cosmos; a mere wisp of its aura was enough to make a Quasi-Emperor tremble.

This was a power above Order!

This was a terrifying power of an even higher rank!

Jiang Ding's gaze flickered as he stared fixedly at this clump of withered flesh and blood, his divine sense and sword intent sweeping and probing it repeatedly without any restraint.

This clump of withered flesh and blood did not respond to his words.

After a long while.

"Senior,"

"Might I ask — have you recovered your strength?"

Jiang Ding's expression paused for a moment, then he asked again: "From this junior's years of cultivation experience, any cultivator who, facing a weaker party — a weaker party who possesses what he needs — does not strike and slay them at the first instant, but instead plays mysterious tricks and puts on a ghostly show, is usually doing so because his strength is insufficient."

"Might I ask — is that the case with you?"

The withered flesh and blood, which had been devouring the flesh, divine souls, and magic power of the hundreds of thousands of Upper Realm cultivators, faltered slightly.