Chapter 1350: Meeting an Old Friend

Jiang Ding walked upon the earth.

He revealed his true form, concealing nothing, stepping by step across the ground of the Thunder Flame Domain, carefully observing the clouds, flowers, grass, trees, and passersby along the road.

Before the great battle, a tranquility unprecedented in his heart filled him.

He suddenly realized that these ordinary things of daily life seemed to contain many beautiful elements, intoxicating the heart.

"Hahaha!"

"Is this because I know my Day of Death is approaching, so I instinctively cling to the mortal world?"

Jiang Ding smiled.

He did not care, nor did he worry about gains and losses, falling into chaotic imaginings.

"Kill!"

"This sword..."

"You seek death..."

Around him, it was chaotic; many cultivators were fighting. At least half were sword cultivators. Sword intent sword cultivators, which were extremely rare in the past and might not even have one in a kingdom, were everywhere here, like roadside weeds.

They were upper realm sword cultivators who had come following the inheritance of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm.

The life-and-death struggles of high-level sword cultivators were opportunities not to be missed for other sword cultivators; once they gained some understanding while watching the fight, it could equal hundreds or even thousands of years of bitter effort.

Furthermore, after so many sword cultivators gathered, opponents who were rarely seen in the past were everywhere here.

When two sword cultivators met, the process was usually this: they talked about the sky and earth, discussed mysteries and the Dao, exchanged experiences in sword techniques and the sword Dao, and both gained greatly.

Then they confirmed the opponent and drew their swords.

The final result was that most of the time one side died in battle; the victor took the loser's innate flying sword and left. Sometimes, a result of mutual destruction occurred.

This was a more ideal and pure outcome.

In fact, sword cultivators are also human; some are lustful, some are greedy for wealth, some are loyal, some are kind, all different. Many battles were overlaid with killing to seize treasures, seizing beauty, devouring flesh and souls, and even among them there might be the provocation of the demon race...

These battles were not beautiful; the factors of sword Dao idealism were not many.

The group of sword cultivators, theoretically, belongs to the Righteous Path, because they do not use enemy flesh and souls to refine magical treasures or cultivate, unlike those Mo Gong which are so cruel.

But the facts manifested in reality were often more demonic than the Demonic Path, chaotic and cruel.

Living day and night with death, normal people were ultimately few.

Not all sword cultivators could subdue their own hearts; it was very easy to go to extremes.

These sword cultivators had varying strengths; Jin Dan, Nascent Soul, and Soul Transformation were all present; there were also a few Void Refinement sword cultivators, but among the Void Refinement sword cultivators, the powerful ones did not seem to be many, because they were prey for the sword cultivators inheriting from the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong.

Their arrival plunged the Thunder Flame Domain into great chaos.

In just a few months, three hundred and seventeen sects and families were exterminated, or completely lost contact.

The power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect and the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain had completely contracted, all retreating within their mountain gates, sealing the mountains for three hundred years, no longer paying attention to external affairs, their hearts having no strength left.

This was not ordered by Jiang Ding.

In the simulation model, the two True Sects would make such a decision, so they did just that.

"Sword cultivators,"

"Should not be like this; chaotic, disordered..."

Jiang Ding frowned deeply.

As he traveled, these scenes, these pictures, made him extremely displeased in his heart; the upper realm sword cultivators completely did not match his aesthetic.

These chaotic factors, if capable, should be changed.

"Oh?"

"There is actually an old friend..."

Jiang Ding suddenly froze, looking toward the distance.

In the sky, two escape lights, one green and one white, were fleeing wildly, their auras at the peak of Soul Transformation.

Behind them, a Void Refinement early-stage cultivator was pursuing them, who seemed to be a sword cultivator as well.

"Crickets!"

"You seek death... I will surely extract your souls and refine your spirits, torturing you day and night..."

This Void Refinement sword cultivator pursued the two people in front of him like a madman, as if he had a hatred of a son killed and a wife stolen, chasing the two Soul Transformation cultivators ahead with sword flight.

But, extremely strangely, this Void Refinement sword cultivator could not catch up!

Every time he was about to catch up, the green and white escape lights each used their trump card methods; sometimes it was a dark green talisman, sometimes a ferocious and terrifying gu insect, often causing their speed to surge greatly, and at the last possible moment, they escaped the pursuit of the Void Refinement sword cultivator again.

The relationship between the green and white escape lights did not seem intimate.

The white escape light always wanted to flee in another direction, but the green escape light always chased up like a piece of chewing gum, and it could never be shaken off.

"Li Qingyun!"

"I curse your mother!"

The figure in the white escape light could no longer control his temper; he was no longer a gentleman of refinement but cursed loudly: "What did I do to you? Why are you following me?"

"You followed me when ascending,"

"Now you are still following me!"

"Can you get lost?"

"Ah?!!"

"Great Love Daoist, this statement is wrong."

The figure in the green escape light had a good temper, accepting insults without anger, and said slowly: "The upper realm does not belong to you, Daoist; I am merely coincidentally on the same road; actually, I am not following you."

"Look, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people on this road, including mortals; it is impossible for everyone to follow you, right?"

"Same road?"

"Same path my ass!"

The figure within the white escape light cursed loudly: "Not the same path in the morning, not the same path at night, but the very moment you killed the son of a Refining Void sword cultivator, you happen to be on the same path as me — do you take me for a fool?"

"You damned mongrel!"

"Fellow Daoist, life is full of uncertainties. Believe it or not, it's really just that much of a coincidence."

"Besides, that dead Fellow Daoist wasn't someone I provoked."

The figure within the cyan escape light rubbed his nose and said with a bitter smile: "I had just ascended when he came blocking me in a frenzy, spouting something about running into an ascended prodigy and how it was perfect for tempering his sword. Every move was vicious, aiming straight for my head on my neck — naturally, I couldn't hold back."

"I thought, since he's a sword cultivator, killing him wouldn't be a big deal."

"Just look at Fellow Daoist Lieyang and the others — their own brothers' sons and nephews had their swords broken and killed by people, and they all turned a blind eye, didn't care at all. Win the bet and accept the loss — aren't all sword cultivators like that?"

"Who would have thought…"

He let out a long sigh.

Sword cultivators of the Upper Realm, do they perhaps not quite work the same way as Great Sun sword cultivators?

"Fellow Daoist Da'ai,"

"Whether you believe it or not, the two of us really are just coincidentally on the same path."

The figure within the cyan escape light said in earnest: "How about this — you stop, go explain to that Refining Void senior behind us that this really has nothing to do with you. Explain it, and naturally he won't make things difficult for you."

"Little Martial Uncle always says, misunderstandings, once you talk them out, they're fine…"

"Li Qingyun, I'll screw your ancestors!"

The figure within the white escape light kept cursing wildly.

Stop and explain?

Explain my ass!

Does that Refining Void sword cultivator behind us look like the type who'd be reasonable?

The moment I stop and the distance closes a bit, he'll probably slash down with one sword — what's the use of explaining?

The key is, this is entirely a disaster I didn't ask for, not the slightest bit my business, and I've been entangled for no reason at all. Truly outrageous.