Chapter 1225: The Complete Inheritance of a Near-Immortal Faction?

Ever since Jiang Ding advanced to the Hua Shen Qi, he had been in a rather listless state.

There was no helping it. After his advancement — especially after the Taiqing Flying Sword weathered the tribulation of a Void Refinement spatial treasure — his heart felt utterly hollow, sinking into a state of despair even worse than what Zou Zou Xiyuan had once endured.

Yes, faintly despairing.

Back then, Zou Zou Xiyuan at least still had the Badaxian Sect and a faction that, though still weak, had shown tremendous potential — a future worth looking forward to.

Though they were truly poor, life was still livable.

But what about him?

He was far stronger than Zou Zou Xiyuan back then!

This was beyond doubt. The histories of the Jiudaxian Sect and the Great Sun Sword Pavilion both clearly recorded the strength of every generation's Great Sun Sword Heir, along with the progress of immortal Dao technology.

Back then Zou Zou Xiyuan could barely keep the pot on the stove — how could Jiang Ding be any better off?

Most likely, there wasn't even a pot left!

From then on, within the realm, there would no longer be opponents of equal rank. This was the despair of a sword cultivator.

Enemies were either far too strong to challenge, or far too weak — swatting away swaths of ants with a flick, unable to spare them a glance or draw any attention.

Without opponents, swordsmanship and the Sword Dao could not advance swiftly.

"Hahaha…"

Jiang Ding laughed wildly, fixing the nine Dao Heirs with a gaze that was affectionate, gentle, and burning.

Originally, he had sneered at Zou Zou Xiyuan's indulgence of the Badaxian Sect and the immortal sects' growth, considering it an utterly foolish move that directly led to his own eventual death and the destruction of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

But as his strength grew ever greater and his opponents ever weaker, Jiang Ding truly — came to understand a little.

"You're going mad. Sooner or later you'll butcher the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect."

The Five Elements Dao Heir Antu, Ji Liuyue, the Shadow Demon Dao Heir, and the others glared back coldly, sowing discord with ill intent.

In their hearts, however, they felt somewhat bitter.

What eight lifetimes of bad luck had they stumbled into!

Right beside them, a Great Sun Sword Pavilion had mutated, generation after generation hunting them down to the death — no compromise possible, no end in sight, no amount of profit able to placate them, not a moment of peace, for all eternity.

Originally, after the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's destruction, everything should have ended, should have stopped.

Many elders said they had been born in a good era, no longer needing to be like the previous generation of Dao Heirs — nominally law cultivators, yet in such wretched, desperate straits.

They should have been sitting high in their towers, sleeves fluttering, roaming the North Sea by morning and Cangwu by dusk, gazing down upon all the changes of the mortal world, while I sat enthroned among the clouds, weathered by time, untouched by dust.

This was the life a Dao Heir ought to live!

Not like them — nominally law cultivators, yet living lives more miserable than sword cultivators. Always fighting or on the road to fight, constantly facing life and death, every soul in the entire sect strung tight, not daring the slightest relaxation.

In any aspect, neither internally nor externally could they afford to squeeze too hard.

"That's not right—"

"You've not only comprehended Void-rank Order."

"Your natal flying sword has also broken through to become a Void Refinement spatial treasure!"

The Celestial Mechanism Dao Heir's eyes blazed with divine light. His expression changed, and he suddenly spoke.

The Celestial Mechanism Immortal Palace possessed, in information reconnaissance, a foundation second only to the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect within the Nine Spirit Domain, and in celestial mechanism deduction they were first in the Nine Spirit Domain — many things could not be hidden from them.

A Void Refinement-grade Great Sun Flying Sword!

Void-rank Order!

The surrounding Dao Heirs felt their scalps prickle.

This generation's Great Sun Sword Heir was simply too far beyond the norm. With each advancement he grew ever stronger, vastly exceeding their estimates and imagination.

"Yes, indeed so."

Jiang Ding's smile faded slightly, his whole bearing brightening. He smiled faintly and said, "The strength of the nine fellow Daoists has likewise exceeded my expectations. The last time you faced the Son of the Ancient Emperor of the Underworld, you had not displayed such power. It seems you must have obtained some breakthrough."

He knew these nine people's backgrounds better than they did themselves — like the palms of their hands.

By all rights, they shouldn't have been able to break through so greatly.

Because a law cultivator's growth was not strongly tied to war; on the contrary, they loathed war and did not crave it.

"What change has occurred?"

"Did you obtain some strategic-grade heavenly treasure?"

"Did you receive the inheritance of the Ancient God Dao?"

"Was it some major breakthrough in immortal Dao technology, or perhaps…"

Jiang Ding looked at these old friends, speculating bit by bit, fixing them with his gaze: "Or perhaps, one of the upper realm's Yijiaxian Sect has been utterly destroyed, and one among you has become the strongest of the many 'seeds,' thereby beginning to fully inherit the mantle and legacy of an upper realm immortal sect?"

"Is such a possibility real?"

"If it truly is so, then I'm truly jealous enough to grind my back teeth to powder. Why hasn't the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm perished yet, letting me obtain the complete inheritance? Or perhaps the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm did perish, but their legacy discriminates against the Great Sun alone? Bears a grudge against us single dogs?"

"What tremendous doggish audacity!"

Jiang Ding flared up in great rage.

Wastes like the Badaxian Sect could obtain upper realm inheritances, yet he, as the master of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, far stronger than any single Dao Heir, had been treated unfairly.

Truly inhuman!

The Great Sun Sword Heir had regained his liveliness, falling into wild rambling, voicing one possible guess after another as he speculated on the reasons for the nine Dao Heirs' changes.

Swish!

Instantly, many gazes fell upon Brother Brother Xuanwu.

His strength had surged explosively in recent years. After advancing to Hua Shen Zhong Qi, the speed at which he comprehended Order

had greatly accelerated, and his Order power generally surpassed that of every previous Brother Xuanwu Dao Heir — the change was extremely evident.

Originally, some had assumed it was due to a sudden enlightenment — such occurrences were common, especially for Dao Heirs. This time it was nothing more than extraordinary luck, a fated opportunity arriving.

But could there be another possibility?

Many of the Dao Children felt deeply wary in their hearts.

If some sect obtained a complete upper-realm inheritance while they themselves did not, a new crisis of sect-annihilation might soon appear.

No one understood better than they the terror of a complete Jiang Jiang Jinxian-grade inheritance — that would be an opponent very likely surpassing the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect.

"Ridiculous."

"Dao Brother Jiang Ding Zi, long time no see — you've grown quite slippery."

The Brother Xuanwu Dao Child shook his head slightly, turned to look at the companions around him: "You were just now saying that the Great Sun Destruction rule within Jiang Ding Zi's natal flying sword has broken through, that mad destruction flooding his mind, that he is about to slaughter the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, that Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun should be wary and careful — so why is it that when it comes to me, you suddenly have so many other thoughts?"

"It seems we still cannot match the mutual trust within the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect."

He said with some helplessness.

He did not explain anything — it was simply a matter that existed not at all.

Was it not perfectly normal for a cultivator's cultivation to surge ahead in a short span?

He possessed the Brother Xuanwu Vajra Dao Body, the very top talent of the realm- domains, and had fought his way out step by step from the Heavenly Palace, experiencing all manner of slaughter between the realm-domains — not weaker than anyone; having some sudden enlightenment was only natural.

What external force was there? That Great Sun Sword Child was truly being an utter scoundrel, looking down on them Dao Children far too much.

"Dao Brother?"

Jiang Ding was taken aback.

This was the first time a Dao Child had called him Dao Brother.

Still, this was actually quite reasonable.

The Brother Xuanwu Dao Child had been killed by him twice, so the succeeding Dao Child was indeed somewhat younger than the other Dao Children — roughly three or four hundred years younger, which for Soul Transformation cultivators was entirely negligible.

However…

"Brother Xuanwu!"

"You damned turtle, how dare you curse me!"

Jiang Ding's expression suddenly turned cold: "This sovereign is forever sixteen years old, not anyone's Dao Brother — have you lost your mind? I have not offended you, yet you curse me for no reason at all."

"Since you are so rude and ill-bred, then die."

Boom!

A resplendent great sun rose.

Six streams of order's radiance illuminated the myriad heavens — seemingly motley, yet resembling the various features of a complete sun, bearing the terrifying light of law-annihilation and destruction, a mad destructive will, pressing down to suppress.