Chapter 1292: A Great Sun Sword Cultivator Should Have No Softness

Jiang Ding's divine sense lightly touched the broken sword tip.

This was something he had been doing ever since entering the Immortal Fall Realm — securing a way out for himself.

There were far too many potential enemies!

And worse, they might be Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao-cultivating Dao children of the sort with no shred of morality or shame, who would never fight you on equal footing — without a way out, it truly wouldn't do.

The result transmitted back this time was still the same.

"Can leave."

Jiang Ding carefully comprehended the information transmitted back by the broken sword tip; two star-points appeared in his divine soul — one representing the Immortal Sect mother star, one representing the Northern Plains Minor World.

This steadied his heart.

At the same time, it also brought a sliver of softness to his heart; the materialist Solar Sword Intent, on the verge of breaking through to Sword Soul, began to waver, showing signs of instability.

"I really…"

Jiang Ding sighed softly in his heart.

This was the flaw of the Great Sun Sword Cultivator path, a massive shortcoming, yet also the proud core of the sword Dao cherished by every generation of Great Sun Sword Masters.

Cultivators of the same realm are not permitted to feel fear!

You may burn your essence blood to flee, may set traps to evade, but you must not submit, must not employ any external force beyond your own ability.

Once such softness appears, it is a tremendous negation of one's own Sword Intent.

This is the idealist Sword Intent.

This is also the Great Sun Sword Cultivator's grand ambition of treating all the strong under heaven as supreme opportunities, absolute resolve, the foundation of the Great Dao!

As Jiang Ding walked deeper and deeper along the Great Sun Sword Dao, this essential thing became increasingly impossible to shake off — it was the core of his path.

"Broken sword tip…"

Jiang Ding hesitated for a long time, thought for a long time.

In the end, he still laid layer upon layer of prohibitions upon it — prohibitions that even he himself could not undo within several years.

The sole effect of this prohibition was that when encountering cultivators of the same realm, it would not permit triggering the broken sword tip's escape — he must either slay the foe with his own ability or flee.

This foe, whether a prodigy between realms, a Sword Child of a Jiang Jiang Jinxian-level faction, or a True Immortal's child, a Dragon-Phoenix offspring!

So long as they were of the same realm, whoever they were, they were a potential opportunity.

This is the realization a Great Sun Sword Cultivator should possess in treating all the strong under heaven as supreme opportunities.

How can you fear your own opportunity?

One must first sever all softness within one's heart before being qualified to act on Heaven's behalf, uphold the righteous Dao between realms, love and peace, and send the wicked to their deaths.

The instant this decision was made, the materialist Solar Sword Intent instantly steadied!

Not only did it steady, it once again improved by a large margin, advancing another step toward Sword Soul, and its control strengthened, its foundation rising considerably.

"Must be cautious, cautious, cautious again."

"Ten thousand times cautious!"

Jiang Ding murmured in his heart: "If I encounter the Heavenly Sword Sword Child now, brother will be done for in an instant — escape is absolutely impossible, slain by my own opportunity."

"The only chance is, before I've grown strong enough, not to appear before the Heavenly Sword Sword Child."

"I cannot afford any fame when I'm not strong enough — no one knowing me is the best state."

With this decision made, his heart was utterly empty and clear, neither joy nor sorrow.

Jiang Ding waited quietly.

He could now trigger the broken sword tip's escape — he had not encountered a same-realm prodigy, there was no restriction.

However, the Ascension Baptism would be interrupted.

This was an Ascension Baptism from the Great Thousand Worlds; it had to be carried out within the Great Thousand Worlds, and one could not leave, otherwise it would instantly be interrupted.

Jiang Ding's body and divine soul were transforming every moment — this was a trace left behind by the Immortal Court from the distant past.

He had a premonition that once the Ascension Baptism was complete, his divine soul and body's foundation would leap up by a large margin; perhaps without needing to slay opponents at the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance disciple level, as time passed, the Sword Intent would naturally transform into Sword Soul. ……

Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, Ascension Platform.

The instant Jiang Ding ascended and arrived at the Thunder Flame Domain of the Immortal Fall Realm, a piercing alarm sounded, spreading a map across the sky; within it, a light-point was moving at extreme speed, flickering constantly, occasionally detouring, bending — its vigilance extremely high.

At that instant, three Soul Transformation peak cultivators in closed-door cultivation here opened their eyes.

Their auras were all extremely powerful, exceeding the limits of Soul Transformation; any one of them alone was sufficient to fight solo against ten Soul Transformation peak cultivators from Minor Thousand Worlds with weak inheritances.

"Ascending cultivator!"

"An interval of four hundred and ninety-seven years, and another one appears."

An immortal-boned, Dao-bearing old Daoist waved his horsetail whisk and said with a smile: "The sect governs dozens of lower-realm Minor Thousand Worlds — I wonder which world's ascending Dao slave this is?"

"And whether a wild Dao slave or a domesticated Dao slave."

Wild, domesticated Dao slaves.

The difference between the two was whether the inheritance was orderly.

For example, the Northern Plains Minor World, tens of thousands of years ago, before the Minor Thousand World's barrier was broken by two Dao Merging cultivators and the great extinction occurred, was a domesticated minor world.

At that time, the Northern Plains Minor World had orderly inheritance; ascending cultivators appeared once every ten-thousand-plus years; before ascending, the ascender would bring the massive wealth accumulated by the sect over ten-thousand-plus years, numerous heavenly materials and earthly treasures, as well as many pre-processed corpses, essence blood, zombies and such, ascending to the upper realm to offer to the great upper-realm sects.

As compensation, they would receive life-extending pills and Void Refining opportunities — the latter generally was not real.

However, over many tens of thousands of years, through the joint management of successive upper-realm sects, they had ways to make Minor Thousand World ascending cultivators sincerely believe it was real.

Whether through hidden backdoors in Gong Fa,

or some kind of divine soul secret art, or some long-term brainwashing propaganda, the upper-realm ancestors manifesting spirits to respond, and so on…

The upper-realm sects had plenty of methods.

This was the domesticated Dao slave.

Wild Dao slaves were the opposite — the arrangements the upper realm made would occasionally fail even in rare circumstances; at such times, things slipping out of control would occur, and the harvest was often not as abundant as with domesticated Dao slaves.

"It should be a wild Dao slave."

"His vigilance is far too high."

A Soul Transformation cultivator whose entire body flickered with Lei Chong Guang and whose build was tall and burly sneered: "Too bad, it's all in vain. The Ascension Spirit-Locking Diagram has already locked onto his position. No matter how cunning he is, it's useless — it only adds to the laughter."

"It's just that the harvest may not amount to much."

He lost his smile and sighed.

The three of them rose, put away the Ascension Spirit-Locking Diagram, and transformed into three streaks of flickering lightning as they flew off into the distance.

The many tall, towering cave-dwelling mountain gates of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect swept past one by one. Numerous disciples showed expressions of awe, and from a great distance they prostrated themselves in salute, not daring to look up even once.

"Be careful."

Among the three, a gloomy old man in a black robe said in a hoarse voice: "These ascension cultivators are all the strongest prodigies of a Minor Thousand Worlds over the past ten thousand years — they have the aptitude, the talent, and the ability to fight and kill. Especially an ascension cultivator who has broken free of the sect's arrangements — we must not be careless."

"For example, those three ascension cultivators from over four thousand years ago actually possessed a Void Refinement spatial fortress, and even the patriarch was wounded by them…"

He said in fear.

That was still the matter of the previous generation's Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun. Back then he was only a Hua Shen Zhong Qi cultivator, and he personally witnessed many of the sect's Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun die in battle; those below Soul Transformation were beyond counting.

"Hahaha!"

"Daoist friend Yingcang, how could such an anomaly possibly appear?"

"It's merely a Minor Thousand Worlds, with inferior inheritances — there won't be cultivators who are too strong. Such an anomaly may not occur once in several hundred thousand years. No matter how unlucky the sect is, it wouldn't have such an almost impossible thing happen twice within just a few thousand years, right?"

The immortal-boned, Daoist-aura old cultivator couldn't help but laugh, and paid it no heed.

(End of this chapter)