Chapter 1107: Thirty-Six Thousand Solar Swords

"Boundary-Defining Formation..."

After being repelled by the Sword of Great Sun Light Order, that withered flesh and blood finally responded, its voice hoarse and dark: "Little friend, did you obtain this through a fortuitous encounter, or do you truly come from a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong faction?"

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding's heart stirred, and he temporarily stopped his hacking motions.

"You actually don't know?"

"Now that is strange indeed."

That withered flesh and blood let out a cackling laugh: "The Boundary-Defining Formation has always been regarded by Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong as a forbidden treasure, one of the core sources of their authority. If a subordinate sect so much as touches it, they invite the calamity of sect annihilation. Since you, little friend, have mastered the Boundary-Defining Formation yet are not from Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong..."

"It must be... no small fortuitous encounter."

He called out 'little friend' again and again, as if he had never heard titles like 'old mongrel,' 'old bastard,' or 'dog thing'—extremely polite and refined.

At least far more so than certain young people who had no sense of martial virtue.

"I cannot hide it from you, Senior."

Jiang Ding sighed.

He had always believed in the principle of blending in with the dust, using the great river of time and space to shield himself, unwilling to act unless his core interests were violated. Even when his core interests were infringed upon, he would still try his best to disguise himself as an ordinary cultivator fighting and killing.

In a world, the appearance of an invincible Soul Transformation cultivator is a very common occurrence.

Although such a thing would have a tremendous impact on a region, altering the fates of hundreds of millions, when looking out across the vast starry sky, such things happen every moment—common as air, sunlight, and water. Those terrifyingly unimaginable experts could not possibly pay special attention to these matters.

For example, right now, Jiang Ding had been trying to disguise himself as a Soul Transformation cultivator from an upper-realm sect.

Unfortunately, because he knew so little about the upper realms, he could not even fool someone like Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, let alone this terrifying mass of withered flesh and blood—it was obviously fake at a glance.

"Since this matter is of great importance..."

"Senior, could you please take your own life?"

Jiang Ding pleaded: "This matter truly cannot be leaked. I absolutely must silence you. Could you do a favor for this junior?"

"My talent is extremely high; in the future, I will surely become an expert far surpassing you."

"Your death would be a tremendous contribution to the entire Cultivation World."

"Hahaha..."

"Interesting!"

The withered flesh and blood smiled faintly and laughed heartily.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Behind the withered flesh and blood, layer upon layer of blood-path order nets condensed into shape once more. The blood-path order solidified, transforming into spears of fresh red flesh and blood—resembling treasures, yet also living beings. The spear tips grew sharp, ghastly-white teeth, and the shafts writhed with the supple agility of flesh-worms.

Billions of blood spears fired at once, forming a great formation, employing the most profoundly subtle applications of blood-path order power within them. Even as enemies, one could not help but feel an involuntary impulse to worship, as if beholding a grand master, whose bearing was incomparably majestic.

These eerie blood spears were like phantoms, with no process of traversing movement at all, instantly appearing before one's eyes, brimming with boundless killing intent.

"It seems Senior is unwilling to take his own life."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Behind him, space grew hazy, and an aerospace mothership some thirty-plus kilometers in size rose from deep-layer space. The mothership's deck opened, deploying warships and fighter craft outward. In the blink of an eye, the starry sky for ten thousand miles became an ocean of star-sky warships.

In total: seventeen thousand four hundred and ninety-six aerospace warships and aerospace fighters!

After the Xianmen Star-Sky Unmanned Great Sun Special Group Army spread out, beams of light flickered across the heavens. Mirror-smooth, sleek-hulled Dai Sen mirror-surface sword-type drones appeared on the battlefield—thirty-six thousand of them!

The moment these Dai Sen mirror-surface sword-type drones spread out, heaven and earth plunged into absolute darkness.

Even the billions of stars lost their light. The night was pure as a swatch of flawless black silk, without a single impurity—exquisitely beautiful.

Between heaven and earth, the cosmic starlight was extinguished.

It was not that the light of the Zhou Tian stars had vanished—mortal beings below the immortal level did not possess such power—but rather that the light of the stars, the light of the sun, had all been devoured. Not a single wisp of light escaped, nor was any reflected, thereby stripping all beings of their sight.

From this curtain of darkness outward, even the transmission of divine sense was stripped away. The world fell into absolute chaotic darkness, a primordial murk that had lost all concepts of time and space.

Starting from that pitch-black canopy of sky, the transmission of divine sense was stripped away; the world plunged into absolute chaotic darkness, a primordial murk, losing all concept of time and space.

At a certain moment, as if at the dawn of creation, a crisp sword-song rang out from within the chaotic, pitch-black starry sky.

The instant the sword-song appeared, a wisp of light emerged.

It was a point of light—a resplendent solar beam, condensed from who knows how much cosmic starlight and sunlight. What was even more terrifying than before was that this solar beam used the order power of the Great Sun Sword Dao as its core, reconstructing its form once more, increasing its might by more than tenfold.

It was a point of light—a dazzling beam of solar radiance, condensed from the light of countless cosmic stars and suns into a single sunbeam. What made it even more terrifying than before was that this sunbeam took the order-force of the Great Sun Sword Dao as its core, reconstructing its form once more, its might multiplied tenfold or more.

One Solar Order Beam was born, then a second, a third, a tenth, a hundredth, a thousandth, ten-thousandth... until the thirty-six-thousandth Solar Order Beam!

Such a terrifying marvel appeared within the cosmic starry sky.

In the pitch-black, deathly silent curtain of the starry sky, a youth in green stood at the center, his hand on his sword hilt. Thirty-six thousand Solar Order Beams revolved around him, like a sovereign amidst stellar suns, his aura terrifyingly boundless.

In the pitch-black, deathly silent curtain of starry sky, a youth in blue stood at the center, his hand resting on his sword hilt, with thirty-six thousand solar-order light beams revolving around him—like a sovereign amid stellar suns, his aura terrifyingly boundless.

Jiang Ding commanded in a low voice.

Whoosh!

In that instant, the thirty-six thousand Solar Order Beams moved as one. Though they took the form of beams, they also gave one a distinct, tangible sensation.

These were thirty-six thousand Solar Order Swords!

They streaked across the starry sky like a meteor shower, plunging into the billions of blood-path order divine spears.

Boom!

They streaked across the starry sky like a meteor shower, slamming into those billions of blood-order divine spears.

Terrible explosions erupted throughout the cosmic starry sky. Star rivers shattered, space rolled backward, and two utterly different orders clashed in frenzied slaughter, throwing the order of heaven and earth into chaos. Visions appeared: the starry sky breaking apart, fire raining from the heavens, flames born from water, yin and yang overturning.

In the starry sky, the billions of blood-path order divine spears formed a great formation and fought the thirty-six thousand Solar Order Beams.

In the cosmic starry sky, a terrifying explosion occurred—galaxies shattered, space rolled back, two utterly different orders were madly slaughtering each other, throwing the order of heaven and earth into chaos, producing scenes of the starry sky breaking apart, fire raining from the heavens, water giving birth to flames, and yin and yang overturning.

In the starry sky, hundreds of millions of Blood Dao order divine spears formed a great formation and slaughtered against thirty-six thousand Solar order light beams.

The Solar Order light beams also had a great formation — the Grand Solar Magnetic Sunspot Flare Formation. Between the light beams' piercing strikes, countless brilliant radiance erupted, shattering a large swath of surrounding Blood Order divine spears around them, clearing a clean, pure space in the surrounding starry sky.

In the terrifying battlefield, the Blood Order divine spears displayed incomparably exquisite technique — not the spear technique of wielding a Yu Shi Fa treasure. Even if this clump of withered flesh and blood could not contend with a Fourth Realm Indestructible Sword Cultivator, falling far short.

What it was truly strong at was the technique of wielding the power of the Blood Order!

This technique was so terrifying that, although many Blood Order divine spears contained less than a tenth of the force of the Solar Order light beams, they could still continuously force back the Grand Solar Magnetic Sunspot Flare Formation on the frontal battlefield, cutting down Solar Order light beam after Solar Order light beam, the destructive radiance in the sky endlessly withering.

Fighting to the very end, fewer than three thousand-plus Solar Destruction light beams remained, about to be utterly spent!

Crack!

However, at this very moment, the last Blood Order divine spear broke.

The hundreds of millions of Blood Order divine spears, through countless slaughters, had pierced through enemy after enemy before them, cut down every foe they faced—truly invincible.

Unfortunately, a person ultimately has a moment when their strength runs out.

"Fall!"

Jiang Ding pointed a finger, his voice cold.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh!

The remaining three thousand-plus Solar Order light beams instantly surrounded the withered blood clump that had lost all its ruddy luster. Countless Solar Order sword qi erupted within the chaotic formation patterns, giving birth to supreme Solar True Fire, intent on treating this clump of withered flesh and blood as heavenly divine metal and refining it alive!