Chapter 1346: The Testament Written by the Great Sun Canghai Tianjun

Jiang Ding sat upright atop the peak of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect.

Thunder and dark clouds bloomed around him; wild winds rolled in, whipping his robes and long hair.

"Estimated: in thirty-seven years, Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun will arrive at the Lei Yan Domain."

"This is information from the butterfly within the mud-swamp True Venerable's divine soul."

Jiang Ding gazed at the distant sea of clouds, thinking faintly: "In fact, the whereabouts of this Xianzong sword-path heirloom genius are no secret. He hails from the Xianzong, drew his sword openly to challenge a Void Refinement cultivator, tempered his sword edge with Void Refinement blood, and never needed to conceal or hide anything; all his deeds were done with complete uprightness."

"Right now, Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun is in the Chong Shan Domain, twelve Jin Yu Zhi away from here, having slain the Supreme Elder of the Chong Shan True Sect, the Ten Thousand Mountains True Venerable, in a sword duel several years ago."

"This Daoist friend stepped out of the Dayang Tianjian Realm four thousand one hundred years ago, tested his sword against the world, and has since slain fifty-seven Void Refinement cultivators: scattered cultivators, True Sect cultivators, Dao Sect cultivators, demon-beast cultivators, even dragon-clan cultivators, and Tianhuan Xian Die clan cultivators… all the way through blood and corpses, with not a single defeat."

"Estimated: he will return to his sect in nine hundred years."

"Upon returning to the sect, he will have one opportunity to challenge the Son of Heaven of the Dayang Tianjian Realm; he may choose to challenge or not. If he does not challenge, unless one day he becomes strong enough to overthrow the entire Dayang Tianjian Realm, he will never have such an opportunity again in his lifetime."

"The Dayang Tianjian Realm is a sword-path sect that emphasizes order and tradition."

"Thirty-seven years is an extremely short time for a Soul Transformation cultivator."

"Will Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun choose to come to the Lei Yan Domain then?"

"And what of it? Will he challenge this early-stage Void Refinement cultivator, the Mud Swamp True Venerable?"

Jiang Ding's expression remained faint, seemingly unconcerned.

This intelligence came from a spy of the Tianhuan Xian Die clan, who seemed confident in achieving this goal.

However, several years ago, this Tianhuan Xian Die spy should have reported to his superior.

The fact is, he did not.

Because this reporting method is a top secret of the Xian-like clans, Jiang Ding could not master it; the Tianhuan Xian Die clan's divine soul contained no related information, so it could not be extracted via soul-searching, not even with a Dao-Integration-level soul-searching talisman, which proved useless.

Several years ago, after confirming he could not master it, Jiang Ding had already executed the final remnant soul of this Tianhuan Xian Die spy who had infiltrated the Human Domain for countless years.

This means the Tianhuan Xian Die clan already knows that their spy in the Lei Yan Domain has been exposed and died.

Therefore, whether they will still use vast latent secret forces to push Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun to come to the Lei Yan Domain remains uncertain.

"If Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun does not come, I will take up my sword and go find him."

"I am a hospitable person; I will not easily abandon my goodwill to help"

"a sword cultivator who is full of longing for enemies and opponents."

Jiang Ding spoke to himself.

This would place him in an even more dangerous situation.

In the Mud Swamp Demon City, he had already arranged a Dao-Integration-level formation of the Xianmen, at enormous cost, spending a full ten Dao-Integration battle merits, repeatedly adding investments, reaching the limits of both Xianmen technology and his own formation-arranging ability.

Even those finished, simply installed formations still require the cultivator's formation-arranging ability and have their limits.

This is something for preserving one's life.

One cannot entrust one's life and death to an opponent's sword-path professional ethics.

If he leaves the Mud Swamp Demon City, this massively costly formation arrangement must be abandoned; it can only be dismantled and returned to the Xianmen so that future Xianmen citizens can make use of it, saving a sum of money in the future.

And Jiang Ding himself will go forward alone, sword in hand, without the protection of any formation backup, walking his own sword-path, finding the heirloom sword cultivator of the Dayang Tianjian Realm, and granting Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun the opponent he has always longed for.

All his money, all his Xian-art fragments, have already been transported back to the Xianmen, and a will has been written.

In this will, Jiang Ding divided his assets—over two hundred million supreme spirit stones, numerous sixth-grade heavenly treasures, several Dao-Integration battle merits, and the bulk of the Xianmen Sword-Path Hall Group, including vast shares, patent dividends, and other wealth that even Dao-Integration Divine Lords would covet—into five portions.

The first portion, thirty percent, goes to his mother and sister;

the second portion, thirty percent, goes to the Banyan Scholarship, to be used in the future to cultivate Xianmen youngsters with both excellent moral character and aptitude;

the third portion, twenty percent, goes to the Xianmen state treasury;

the fourth portion, fifteen percent, goes to old friends such as An Siyan, Jin Jin Lingfeng, Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun, Zhang Zhang Junsheng, and Master Master Dinghai;

the fifth portion, half a percent, and the Dayang Dayang Tianchi, go to Yue.

In the future, if she gives birth to life, she will be a free and unfettered being of the Cultivation World.

Before she harms the interests of the Xianmen or violates the laws of the Xianmen, the Xianmen will not restrict her freedom.

"Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun!"

"Heirloom sword-path genius of the Upper Realm Xianzong, I can hardly wait to meet you…"

A trace of scarlet appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes.

An Xianzong heirloom sword-path genius must surpass him greatly in flying swords, magic power, and divine soul, possessing a huge advantage; this is determined by his origin and his privileged Xian Dao education, and it is bound to happen.

Everything, all of it, depends entirely on sword soul and sword technique.

If Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun's sword soul and sword technique are close to Jiang Ding's, or even surpass them—this situation is quite possible—it would be extremely dangerous, a matter of nine deaths and one life.

Some always think that children of wealthy families must be stupid, lazy, ignorant, and arrogantly proud.

Such people do exist, and

they are numerous.

But the elites among the rich, the terrifying dragons and phoenixes among men, possess not only power and wealth from birth that place them at the summit, but also effort surpassing ordinary people, peerless talent; ordinary people can never see their backsides throughout their entire lives, feeling only despair.

What kind of Xianzong disciple will Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun be?

No one knows all this.

But a sword cultivator daring to step onto the path of sword-cultivator blood duels is very likely to be the latter.

"Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun, he may be extremely strong."

"This is good."

"I am very pleased."

In Jiang Ding's heart, scorching hot killing intent bloomed, his longing growing: "However, I will be even stronger than him!"

"This Lord has walked a path thorned with blood all the way, inheriting the more correct path of the Xianmen and the Great Sun Sword Pavilion; I will surely triumph, surely sever the head of the heirloom sword-path genius, granting Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun the sword-duel death he desires, bestowing upon him peerless glory…"

Jiang Ding's voice gradually grew faint, carried away by the wind.

His body was like dead wood, the sword soul immersed in the sacrificial refinement of the flying sword within the *Solar Sacrifice Sword Art*. The inner demons brought on by the Pure Yang Sacrificial Sword Art were as fragile as ants, crushed with a snap of the fingers, incapable of causing any real effect.

Because,

An even more terrifying inner demon already existed within the sword cultivator's divine soul!

The sword, polished bit by bit; magic power, refined bit by bit; the sword soul, burning hotter bit by bit. Grind the sword, grind the sword, grind the sword—waiting for the guests from afar to arrive here, to give them the warmest of welcomes.