Chapter 1170: Twenty Thousand Years Added to My Lifespan! I'm So Young!

Under such circumstances, how could Jiang Ding not feel lost?

No, it was more than mere bewilderment — it had even given rise to dread and unease, and that was precisely what let the inner demon find its opening.

His opponent was the foremost sword-path prodigy of the Upper Realm!

Terrifying innate talent and brilliance, born into a near-immortal-grade faction, never once slackening, always striving — flawless in every aspect.

How could such a person be surpassed?

Such a life-and-death foe, like an endless divine mountain blocking the Great Dao ahead — how could one transcend it?

Yes, a life-and-death foe.

Between sword cultivators, it is precisely this cruel: in the instant they clash, the other is merely a worthy opponent, but the moment they meet again in the future, a bloody battle to the death will erupt.

This kind of sword-duel even surpasses the hatred of a murdered father or a stolen wife — to the death, no quarter.

"Hahaha…"

"So this is your day too!"

The blue-robed youth's silence emboldened Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun, the Peacock Great King, and the many headless Imperial Sons of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, whose shrill, venomous curses rose: "Jiang Ding Zi! In the future you will meet the Sword Son of the Upper Realm's Heavenly Sword, and you will die by his hand like some ignorant native — escape is a fool's dream!"

"Hah! Your soul and spirit will both be destroyed, and you will perish like an ant!"

"The Eastern Extreme Demon Sect will be watched by the gaze of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm, and in the end will be annihilated amidst endless thunder-sword light — every soul on the mother star must, the entire clan exterminated, even the Mofa City will be hunted down and crushed…"

These former enemies cursed and raved madly, their venom weaving into wisps of terrifying demonic qi that wrapped around the blue-robed youth, sealing him layer upon layer; the demonic qi seeped into his divine soul, refining him into a puppet to carry his delicious soul back to that unknown existence's place.

The demonic qi suddenly surged wildly, enveloping heaven and earth, seeping into every corner.

In a single instant, all the demonic flames and curses froze solid.

Clang!

A clear sword-cry.

A blue-gold flying sword, its blade full of notches and its body nearly broken in two, emerged from the deepest part of the demonic-qi seal, and with one slash tore open the inner-demon world, shattering everything.

Endless sword-light illuminated the world; within it the inner demons had nowhere to hide — beneath the annihilating, searing sword-light, one after another the headless giants, along with Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the Peacock Great King, screamed and crumbled to ash, utterly powerless to resist.

Heaven and earth fell still, a scene of perfect tranquility.

"This question, I cannot answer."

"I too am lost."

Jiang Ding let out a long sigh.

The surrounding inner-demon world shattered piece by piece beneath the sword-light of the Taiqing Flying Sword and perished utterly; every inner demon died in an instant, unable to interfere with the Great Sun Sword Cultivator's heart.

His Dao-heart had indeed shown bewilderment, a flaw.

However, that did not mean the inner demon was qualified to do anything — its strength

was far, far from enough.

Clang!

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword.

"Commander…"

The damaged super-warship Great Sun's sky-mother-ship's vessel-spirit Yun Ri, weak, offered a greeting, and withdrew with his badly battered Great Sun Unmanned Star-Sky Army into the deeper layers of space.

The Soul Transformation heavenly tribulation was fully overcome!

A brand-new aura appeared upon the blue-robed youth; everything within him settled firm, no longer beset by any doubt — his lifespan extended enormously, his strength multiplied more than tenfold, all was different now.

"This Lord…"

Jiang Ding tidied his appearance slightly, using Great Sun Destruction Sword Qi to conceal his battered, broken body so he no longer looked so fearsome, and restored his complete form.

He carefully sensed the changes that had come over him after advancing to Hua Shen Qi, especially his lifespan.

"This Lord can now live…"

"Twenty thousand years!"

"Twice that of an ordinary Soul Transformation cultivator!"

"Let me calculate — two thousand… no, only a thousand, and that was all in slumber, so it doesn't count… twenty thousand times zero point one six equals three thousand two hundred, far greater than a thousand…"

"Damn!"

"I'm so young!"

Jiang Ding's eyes shone brightly, a look of excitement on his face: "I'm not even eight years old this year! When my mother awakens from her slumber, I must have her compare properly — what's the difference between the current me and the eight-year-old me."

"Forget it, forget it."

Jiang Ding thought it over again.

"The world is always biased, looking down on the young — so-called 'no hair on the lip, work cannot hold.' I should be a bit more mature… then let's say I'm sixteen this year!"

"Sixteen years old! Advancing to Hua Shen Qi!"

"Is there anyone in the world stronger than this Heavenly Lord? No! There isn't! There never will be again!"

"That bastard Heavenly Sword Sword Son doesn't count, because he's already a dead man walking on credit — until I have enough strength, he can forget about finding my trail, forget it!"

A roar surged in Jiang Ding's heart, and within his Sea of Consciousness a little figure appeared, wildly excited, endlessly somersaulting, leaping about, cheering and jumping without cease.

Yet on the outside, he wore an utterly composed expression as he stepped before his elders — Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun, Teacher Gu Lin, Zhang Zhang Junsheng, Lu Ling Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Master Master Dinghai — and bowed deeply.

"Teacher."

"Thanks to the elders' many years of guidance, this student has been fortunate enough to break through to Soul Transformation."

Jiang Ding bowed deeply in gratitude.

"Congratulations, little Jiang Ding."

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun revealed a gratified smile.

"Soul Transformation…"

"This little runt actually reached Soul Transformation — he's a Soul Transformation Heavenly Lord now… ah, is it real…"

The one-eyed Lu Ling.

Master Dinghai Zhenjun's expression was dazed.

Looking back many, many years ago — though it hardly seemed that long — a tiny tot appeared in the Aerospace class at Clearwind University and began to study. So young and tender, understanding nothing, needing to be taught everything, bewildered and curious about every single thing in the world.

But in the blink of an eye — as if it were just the span of a quick nap — a Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun had appeared among the Immortal Sect.

"Greetings!"

"Greetings, Great Sun Canghai Tianjun!"

At the same time, all around them, a great number of Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun bowed in unison to the youth in blue. Their eyes held respect and admiration, with hardly a trace of that dazed feeling.

Because this was an ancient existence they had read about in their history books since childhood — a Respected and Esteemed elder — whose advancement was only ever meant to be so.

"Congratulations to Great Sun Canghai Tianjun on advancing to Soul Transformation, may your life be extended by ten thousand years!"

"Congratulations, Canghai Tianjun!"

"May Canghai Tianjun in the future advance to Void Refinement, advance to Dao Merging… and even attain the Dao and become an immortal, and at last fulfill your wish!"

"May it be so…"

A great crowd of Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun juniors flattered wildly, piling on every kind of extravagant blessing as if it cost nothing, spinning them into the air — not a single one repeated, each more flowery than the last.

When it was one's own elder, there was nothing to feel embarrassed about.

"You flatterers!"

Jiang Ding laughed and cursed.

"That kid is actually a senior now…"

At this, Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Zhang Zhang Junsheng, and the others were also somewhat stunned, not quite used to the scene.

They had long known that Great Sun Sword Child was stronger than them, that they could no longer beat him, but deep down they had always thought of this little fellow as a kid — after all, he was so young.

They hadn't expected that this tiny fellow, in the eyes of the Immortal Sect's countless cultivators, was actually a Respected and Esteemed ancient senior.

Time really had changed far too many things.

"Jiang Ding!"

The next moment, Zhang Zhang Junsheng suddenly realized something, his eyes lighting up: "When you publish your paper, remember to include me — at least as second author, alright? I'm your advisor, after all!"

"You've made it big now, you can't forget your old man!"

A paper by a Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun!

Just thinking of such a wonderful thing, the soles of his feet began to float.

"Alright, Teacher."

Jiang Ding laughed and agreed in one breath.