Chapter 1114: The Immortal Sects of the Upper Realm Are All Insects

The Great Sun Heavenly Pool fled frantically with Jiang Ding.

"Moon, don't be so distrustful of me."

"Do I really look like the kind of person who'd casually beat a Great Sun Sword Child to death? Surely not?"

Zou Zou Xiyuan gave a wry smile.

Clang!

A resplendent, radiant sword-light bloomed, forming a net of destruction rules that forcibly drove the Great Sun Heavenly Pool back, once again forcing it to return to Zou Zou Xiyuan's side.

"Zou Zou Xiyuan,"

"Sword Lord, it's been a long time."

Moon was a little awkward, looking around curiously at her surroundings: "Where is this? How come I've never been here before?"

"Moon."

"This place is home."

Zou Zou Xiyuan's voice unconsciously softened a little.

Just like the contemporary Great Sun Sword Child, throughout his youth and young manhood, it had always been Moon accompanying him—not cold and formless like Black—so naturally his feelings were different.

"Moon, open the Heavenly Pool core."

Zou Zou Xiyuan didn't indulge in reminiscence, and instructed: "I've obtained immortal art fragments and plan to cast them into the Great Sun Heavenly Pool furnace, to nurture the Immortal-Slaying Art jointly created by successive Sword Lords. This should greatly aid its progress."

"Moon, don't let this kid comprehend it. I don't like him, and I don't want to play the treasure-delivery boy for him."

"Also, sharing the inheritance with the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect is utterly detestable. I really want to strangle him to death right now. If a new Great Sun Sword Child were to appear now, even one slightly worse than him, I'd strangle him to death on the spot."

"It's really pissing Laozi off—the inheritance of all the ancestors through the ages…"

Zou Zou Xiyuan's incessant chatter was accompanied by an expression of utter anguish.

"Immortal art?!!!"

Moon was stunned.

Nevertheless, she still happily opened the Great Sun Heavenly Pool core furnace.

Hum!

Between heaven and earth, everything was shrouded in boundless, infinitely resplendent, infinitely radiant light of destruction. The endless river of stars fell silent, froze solid; even time and space were affected, no longer transcending all things, and in this instant came to a standstill.

Jiang Ding's divine soul went utterly blank.

He loathed this feeling of helplessness, of having no power to resist, of being at others' mercy, but he could not escape it.

After an unknown span of time, the world gradually regained its five-colored hues, and once more showed flow and vitality.

"Moon, the immortal art has already been cast in."

Zou Zou Xiyuan spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse, and the boundless resplendent radiance around his body also began to dim, having consumed a tremendous amount of power: "This Immortal-Slaying Art was begun by the First Great Sun Sword Lord, and has been nurtured continuously for over three hundred thousand years until now, yet still no hope of truly achieving an Immortal-Slaying Sword Art can be seen. These immortal art fragments should be of major use."

"And you, Moon."

"You're far more spirited than Black; perhaps you're about to develop a will of your own. That's good—you should have your own freedom too. The Sword Pavilion inheritance has plenty of ways to continue; it doesn't necessarily have to mean binding you here."

"Moon, if you have a life in the future, then live it well…"

"If this kid refuses, then kill him…"

The present Zou Zou Xiyuan seemed utterly loquacious.

The Great Sun Heavenly Pool Moon Spirit's development into her current state was the responsibility of every Great Sun Sword Lord through the ages. They had grown up in the Moon Spirit's company, treating her as something akin to family, and unanimously chose to indulge the possibility of her birthing spiritual intelligence, rather than guarding against it at every moment and coldly eradicating any possibility.

"Sword Lord…"

Moon's gaze revealed a complex expression.

"So be it."

"I'm going to find my son."

Zou Zou Xiyuan let out a long sigh and looked at Jiang Ding: "That lurking Void Refinement cultivator of the Thunder Dao rules—I'll kill him, search his soul, and then give you a copy of his memories, so you'll have some understanding of the Upper Realm."

"That junior named Shuo Yang, born of a minor world yet comparable to a Dao Child—he's excellent nourishment. I'm used to a hard life and can't bear to see waste. I'll distort his memories of you, making you appear as a native-born being."

"But Chong Chong Guang Zi won't do—he represents the most orthodox path of the Sword Pavilion, and in the future has the possibility of slaying you, of pushing the Great Sun Sword Dao one step further."

"Laozi treats you this well—how will you repay me?"

Zou Zou Xiyuan gazed quietly at the contemporary Great Sun Sword Child.

"Many thanks, Sword Lord!"

Jiang Ding bowed in salute and said solemnly: "So long as Xi Ping'an does not once again actively hunt me down or make an enemy of me, I will not do anything to him."

"Furthermore, there's Chong Chong Guang Zi."

He instructed: "Black, go give Chong Chong Guang Zi a complete copy of the *Great Sun Sword Scripture* inheritance—the kind with a physical jade slip—and make it as detailed as possible."

"This man can also be considered a hero of his age."

"The Great Sun Sword Dao has now only reached the Dao Merging realm; advancing another level in the future will surely be extremely difficult. If one more person can be added to push it forward, that would be good. When I slay him in the future, there will surely be a fine harvest."

"Yes, Sword Child."

Black bowed respectfully, and his figure vanished.

The Sword Pavilion inheritance envoys were loyal only to the Great Sun Sword Child, and had no need to heed the Sword Lord's commands.

"Not bad."

"This… is very good…"

Zou Zou Xiyuan sighed, his figure gradually fading from view as he departed.

In the void, a voice came, separated by a vast distance.

"Kid, you're not bad."

"I'll give you a gift."

"I will deal with that blood—"

"The Dao Refinement Void clone will be strengthened once more, granting it strength approaching Refinement Void, and it will awaken twelve hundred years from now. If your strength is sufficient by then, this person will be an excellent whetstone — consider it quite a fine opportunity."

"That's how it is. In the future, if you kid can reach the True Immortal realm, remember to come to my grave, smash the grave open, and tell me this good news."

"If you haven't, and only reached Dao Merging, then there's no need."

"Dao Merging alone — if the external environment is sufficient, Laozi could advance with my eyes closed. It doesn't count for much; the Great Sun Sword Dao had already reached this level."

The voice gradually faded away.

Jiang Ding gazed into the distance, slowly letting out a breath, his body relaxing.

Afterward, he felt a touch of regret.

Such an unrivaled sword dao prodigy could not die at his hands — already buried in endless time.

This could not be called anything but a kind of regret.

He did not know whether, in the future, he could still encounter such a heroic figure of the sword dao, who would mercifully and magnanimously grant him a death.

"Should be... still possible to meet again..."

Jiang Ding murmured: "The cosmic starry sky is incomparably vast, and prodigies of ten thousand races emerge in endless succession. So long as one walks far enough and stands high enough, what kind of scenery will one fail to encounter?"

"So long as... one walks far enough."

……

"Ah..."

"Supreme Venerable, spare me, spare me..."

A shrill wail appeared within the void, the sound waves spreading in the form of thunder dao laws, transmitting in all directions, and meteors spanning tens of thousands of kilometers were reduced to dust, swept clean.

Such a powerhouse — the absolute sovereign of the Upper Realm Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect — was wailing, begging piteously for mercy, his body convulsing, unable to even self-detonate.

"Weak,"

"Why are you so weak."

Amid the blooming of endless thunder dao laws, Zou Zou Xiyuan sighed: "You are far too weak compared to Brother Brother Xuanwu and the others, and even more incomparable to the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect."

"The Upper Realm Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong — it seems that after the great tribulation, it has also grown somewhat soft, becoming conservative, sealing off its inheritances, losing its drive for progress, thinking only of lording it over within the human race."

"Such vermin, and they can still be called a Xianzong — truly deserve death."