Chapter 1167: Surviving the Soul Transformation Heavenly Tribulation

"I, guilty?"

Jiang Ding's entire person sank into darkness, no longer able to see anything.

"Ha, haha!"

The next moment, he began to laugh.

"A mere Soul Transformation initial-stage cultivator, a future corpse beneath my sword, and yet you dare to pronounce a death sentence upon me — truly deserve death."

"You really do look like you're asking for death, Xuan."

The fear within Jiang Ding's divine soul vanished, and he said calmly.

Hum!

In the void of ten thousand li, at this moment a chaotic Grand Sun Electromagnetic Array pattern suddenly appeared — a super spatial mothership, hundreds of thousands of aerospace warships, aerospace fighters, and Dai Sen sword-shaped mirror drones.

Then, one after another, array patterns kept appearing across the ten-thousand-li starry sky, lines of array Dao taking shape, spreading, soon covering the entire heaven and earth, gathering the endless light of solar stars, forming streams of destructive Order power.

Solar Electromagnetic Flare Grand Array!

And it was not only the array of the super warship Grand Sun; it was also a ten-thousand-li starry-sky grand array personally laid by Jiang Ding, buried within the starry sky.

Originally, this grand array was meant to strengthen the heavenly tribulation's might, to prevent its power from being insufficient and missing many opportunities.

But the present facts proved that Jiang Ding's vision was still narrow; the unknown starry sky hid too many unknowns, too many powerful beings.

He was still far from invincible, not even within the narrow scope of those at the same level.

Hum!

Clang, clang clang!

Across the ten-thousand-li starry sky, the light of the ten-thousand-li grand array gathered together; the Tai Qing Flying Sword also rang with clang and clatter, the Grand Sun Annihilation Sword Intent erupted, the six Orders were reborn, and in an instant the chains around his body were severed.

Heaven and earth regained their light.

Jiang Ding looked back at the starry sky, only now realizing that everything just now seemed to be merely an illusion, a kind of divine-soul sword art performed by the opponent's divine soul combined with the Heavenly Dao.

Now that it had been broken, naturally it no longer existed.

However, even so, without this grand array pre-arranged across the ten-thousand-li starry sky, it would not have been so easy; a single moment's delay would have meant the sword rising and the head falling — there would be no lucky chance at all.

"I felt it — between us, the smallest gap is in divine soul and sword intent."

Jiang Ding's gaze fixed on the black-clad swordsman within the dark clouds and Lei Gao Jie: "Xuan, I will truly appear before you; until then, do not die at another's hands."

"You will die by my hand."

Clang!

"Sinner,"

The Heavenly Sword Sword Child Xuan gently drew his long sword.

"Shall be slain!"

In an instant, dark clouds spanning tens of thousands of li rolled in, blotting out the sky and sun, once again obscuring all light; even the ten-thousand-li Solar Electromagnetic Flare Grand Array sank into a stretch of darkness, leaving only a few bright pillars of light struggling, as if battling and slaughtering the heavens,

Yet unable to halt the descent of endless darkness.

The blue-clad youth once again began to sink into ignorance and darkness.

Beneath such terrifying power, he was not as tough as he claimed; his words were utterly pale.

"Nine Hells · Thunderbolt Demon-Slaying Sword!"

The Heavenly Sword Sword Child murmured softly.

Endless tribulation thunder, following his words, his will, all merged into this single sword, as if the Heavenly Dao consciousness of the endless cosmos had awakened, blessing it with boundless power.

Within that sword-light was contained a terrifying yet familiar thing, enough to tear one's divine soul apart.

Immortal art!

This sword strike must surely contain the fruits of comprehending immortal arts.

The Upper Realm's near-immortal-grade sect, the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm, must surely possess an immortal-art inheritance — a complete immortal-art inheritance!

This sword — its light reflected the endless cosmos, falling into the blue-clad youth's pupils, descending in an instant, pouring into his entire divine soul, seeming to freeze the divine soul and slay all enemies in a flash.

The Upper Realm had clearly achieved a more detailed, more terrifying application of immortal arts!

But could it truly freeze the enemy's divine soul?

"Immortal art?"

"This sovereign has it too…"

Jiang Ding murmured; he had nothing to hesitate over, and immediately went all out, burning his essence blood, drawing his long sword; boundless magic power and divine sense were generated within his meridians and divine soul, causing his aura to surge several times over, his killing intent piercing through to fill the galaxy.

"Fellow Daoist!"

"Watch carefully — what differences and similarities are there between this sovereign's sword and yours?"

Clang!

He drew his sword.

The ten-thousand-li Solar Electromagnetic Flare Grand Array flickered in response; endless solar light tore through the darkness from the starry sky, descending here, instantly piercing the pitch-black tribulation dark clouds, and radiance once again illuminated this stretch of starry sky.

Boom!

The super warship Grand Sun roared, and immediately led countless warships and fighters in roaring; the main cannons of countless warships and fighters spewed light, which finally all gathered beside the Tai Qing Flying Sword, forming power saturated with solar flares, pouring into the Tai Qing Flying Sword, pouring into the Sword Dao world.

Under the unhesitating burning of essence blood and the blessing of the ten-thousand-li starry-sky grand array, the Tai Qing Flying Sword was unprecedentedly resplendent!

Destruction Order power!

Law-Annihilation Order power!

Law-Suppression Order power!

Aberration Order power!

Electromagnetic Order power!

Sword Dao Order power!

There was also the power of solar flares, harmonizing from the center, achieving perfect integration; the Great Clarity Flying Sword was covered in golden-thread patterns from tip to hilt, shining with unprecedented brilliance and heat, emitting a terrifying aura like a true sun.

Around the Great Clarity Flying Sword, countless blood-gold networks once again spread across heaven and earth!

Jiang Ding's double

pupils were crimson.

He looked at the dark clouds of the heavenly tribulation, at the swordsman within those clouds; within that terrifying sword light, he saw a barely perceptible blood-gold pattern, flashing like a goose in flight, the hem of the fairy's skirt so beautiful.

"Cut!"

Jiang Ding softly spoke a single word.

All magic power, all divine sense, all power converted from burning vital blood, flesh and blood, and soul, surged entirely into the Great Clarity Flying Sword; one sword strike, without regret.

Whoosh!

Unimaginably brilliant, unimaginably scorching, the Great Clarity Flying Sword, nearly on the verge of self-destruction, let out a long cry; along the bloodline marked by the sixteenth power of the Immortal Art Prototype: Jin Zhi's Sword, at a speed far exceeding the path of rules, it slashed toward the sliver of life the swordsman saw in the mysterious void, resolute and without regret.

Beneath the two sword lights, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent.

Order was gone, rules shattered.

The minds of all living beings in heaven and earth went blank, losing consciousness.

It was unknown how much time passed.

Ding!

Between heaven and earth, a sharp sound of metal striking metal appeared.

The two sword lights collided!

It did not result in a situation where one side's lock completely failed while the other was crushed and swept away effortlessly.

This was originally what should have happened.

Because this was the sword disciple of a near-immortal-level faction, cultivated with all their strength, a terrifying existence in the future qualified to explore the realm of True Immortals.

Now, however, an abnormal scene appeared.

The black-clothed swordsman in the center of the heavenly tribulation clouds narrowed his gaze.

Sizzle...

Sizzle...

The two sword lights began to intertwine, yet no terrifying explosion sounded, nor did they display the decisive, clean-cut manner of slaying enemies as before; instead, they began to entangle.

One black, one brilliant, the two sword lights wove like dragons, each movement capable of melting ten thousand li of starry sky, destroying order, severing rules; heaven and earth and the starry sky would at times become unimaginably brilliant, with magnetic order in chaos and anti-magic order surging, and at times as solemn and deep as a heavenly tribulation, destroying sinful living beings.

The two sword lights entered a brief stalemate.

Moments later, the brilliant sword light began to collapse, unable to prevail in the clash of sword arts.

Even after burning vital blood and soul, her power had already exceeded her opponent's by several times; even though her own physical flying sword was far superior to the sword shadow summoned by her opponent; even though... possessing so many advantages, she still could not prevail.

In sword art realm, in the sword techniques formed by comprehending Immortal Arts, and in foundation and potential, she was completely inferior to her opponent.

"This is the sword disciple of a near-immortal-level Immortal Sect."

"She surpasses me in every aspect; even in the closest aspects of soul strength and sword intent, there is a huge gap."

Jiang Ding watched this scene coldly.

His body turned into a

pile of white ash, rustling down; his soul began to shrink continuously, meridians dried up, vital blood burned, everything burned, yet he still could not prevail.

However, he felt no fear, no dread, no unwillingness.

Because, he had won.

"I am not as good as you."

"But I have won, sword disciple of a near-immortal-level faction, Xuan."

Jiang Ding said coldly: "We will meet again; please take care of yourself, do not die in someone else's hands; that would leave me with regret."

The dark clouds in the starry sky slowly dispersed.

The seventh, and final, heavenly tribulation descended, but lacked subsequent power support; even if a few more breaths of time had passed, he would have achieved victory.

"Great Sun Sword Disciple..."

Within the gradually dispersing heavenly tribulation clouds, Xuan, the Sword Sword Disciple of the Heavenly Sword, looked deeply once more at the young man in green below, then completely vanished.