Chapter 1392: Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun Can Fully Represent the Immortal Sect

The Taiyou Sword Son and Guangming Sword Son suppressed the killing intent in their hearts.

The Dongji Demon Gate is indeed the strongest sect in the Nine Spirit Realm; their Dao Sons and Dao Soldiers combined possess strength exceeding both of them.

If not for their fear of other Dao Sons from the Ancient God Realm's sects, it would be the two of them fleeing now.

The atmosphere among Dao Sons of the two realms was somewhat tense, especially when facing Dao Sons from sects of the same origin; there had been multiple life-or-death confrontations, unlike what was initially stated.

Yet overall, it remained peaceful, as no Dao Son had died.

After mutual probing, the atmosphere among the Dao Sons eased again; they chatted about heaven and earth, discussed the Dao and mysteries, and many Dao Sons temporarily ceased focusing on those from their own sects, instead beginning to forge connections with other cultivators.

"Greetings, Teacher Gu Lin."

The Dao Son of Qinggu Xianzong appeared deeply interested in Teacher Gu Lin, speaking softly: "Your demeanor is extraordinary; I deeply admire it. Might I humbly seek your guidance?"

She was the Dao Son of the Life Rule, easily winning others' favor; her request for guidance was truly meant as mere sparring, sincere and without ulterior motives.

"You are too kind, Qinggu Dao Friend."

"Yet my strength is meager; I have no qualification to instruct you—please do not take offense."

Teacher Gu Lin smiled faintly, then immediately declined.

Born of the Immortal Sect, she had never held any interest in one-on-one combat since the very first day she stepped onto the cultivation path, nor had she ever aspired to develop in that direction.

If Qinggu Dao Son wished to discuss large-scale warfare, command, military logistics, or the construction of formation patterns, she would find that quite interesting.

Yet these Dao Sons seemed to harbor prejudice against Dao Soldiers, viewing them as servants or inferiors, often barely dabbling, only superficially familiar—leaving little common ground with her.

"I was rash."

Qinggu Dao Son showed regret.

This orthodox Dao Son of the Dongji Demon Gate was utterly unlike Jiang Ding Zi, giving her a strange feeling—as if meeting a cultivator from a foreign land with vastly different customs.

Jiang Ding Zi, by contrast, was unmistakably a sword cultivator, and thus felt like one of her own kind.

"Not at all, Qinggu Dao Friend; you are unaware—I know nothing at all about single combat…"

Teacher Gu Lin smiled wryly.

Both were skilled communicators; soon they were chatting enthusiastically, addressing each other as sisters, with not the slightest barrier between them.

Jiang Ding had no interest in such socializing; he closed his eyes to rest, meanwhile guarding Teacher Gu Lin.

His presence was the prerequisite for Teacher Gu Lin's interactions; without an equal-level deterrent, these seemingly gentle, amiable, or even cute and simple cultivators might well have shown coldness and would not have been so accommodating.

These Dao Sons' innate sense of hierarchy ran deep in their bones, especially when facing the weak.

Of course, without Jiang Ding, Teacher Gu Lin could never have left the main army to interact with any Dao Son.

After an unknown length of time…

"Jiang Ding Zi."

A calm voice beside him interrupted Jiang Ding's meditation.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, looking at the golden-armored cultivator before him—sharp horns, handsome features—the Dao Son of Tian Shen Palace.

"Dao Friend,"

"What is your view of Brother Brother Xuanwu?"

The Tian Shen Dao Son cut straight to the point.

"Under the condition of ensuring the Immortal Sect's survival and development, I hope Brother Brother Xuanwu's palace is destroyed."

Jiang Ding revealed nothing: "For this outcome I desire, what advice do you have? If you could offer even a little guidance, I would be deeply grateful."

"That's excellent—Tian Shen Palace thinks the same."

"We have much in common."

The Tian Shen Dao Son smiled: "Our two sects should become brother sects—first destroy Brother Brother Xuanwu's palace, then Qinggu Xianzong, Wu Chong Guang Tianmen, and others."

"In the future, our two sects may divide control of the Ancient God Realm's north and south, jointly ascending beyond the Union of Dao."

"Wouldn't that be beautiful?"

"It sounds beautiful."

Jiang Ding smiled too, as if equally yearning.

As one of the Nine Governing Elders of the Immortal Sect, his status far surpassed that of the Tian Shen Dao Son; his decisions could directly influence the Immortal Sect's decisions, whereas the Tian Shen Dao Son could not directly influence Tian Shen Palace—that authority belonged solely to the Tian Shen Ancestor.

"Naturally beautiful."

"Dao Friend, do you know the decades of suppressed resentment in Tian Shen Palace?"

The Tian Shen Dao Son sighed: "Throughout our history, we have had several chances to glimpse beyond the Union of Dao—in this barren realm, vastly inferior to the Upper Realm, such opportunities are rare and precious indeed."

"Yet each time, other Immortal Sects, allied with the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, forcibly interrupted us."

"Those generations of prodigious Ancestors were forced to leave the sect, fight bloody battles against countless external foes, and die with blood staining the stars—their bones never returned home for burial, instead becoming materials for others' artifacts."

"What a tragedy!"

The Tian Shen Dao Son recalled his sect's historical humiliations, his eyes flashing with fury.

The past Tian Shen Ancestors were his own future.

How could such a fate not resonate deeply within him?

"Your sect, I imagine, has suffered similarly."

"With such a bright future, yet crushed by the alliance of other Immortal Sects, forced to remain confined within the realm, unable to break through."

The Tian Shen Dao Son bowed, then produced a golden-glowing jade slip: "This is a letter written by our Ancestor to your sect's Array Spirit Ancestor. I humbly ask you to deliver it on my behalf."

"If our two sects form a brotherly alliance, we may drink together, advance hand in hand, support each other, and jointly tread the path to Immortality."

"Array Spirit Ancestor?"

Jiang Ding paused, then understood, solemnly accepting the Jin Chong Guang jade slip.

Clearly, Tian Shen Palace could not comprehend the Immortal Sect's political system, nor did they believe its propaganda; relying on their own experience and history, they judged the Central Array Spirit Computer to be the Immortal Sect's ultimate authority, believing direct communication with it was the most efficient course.

"I will certainly deliver it to the Central Array Spirit Computer."

Jiang Ding had no intention of correcting the other party, and promised.

"Many thanks, Daoist friend."

The Heavenly Palace Dao Child cupped his hands in a bow, took his leave, and departed.

In his view, as a still-growing Dao Child, their role was merely this — serving as a medium of communication between the two sects' Old Ancestors — and then his own business would be finished.

Such a major matter concerning a sect's very survival must be decided by the Old Ancestors' holy judgment.

In reality, this was a misunderstanding — he could have fully discussed and negotiated with Jiang Ding; if he could have persuaded Jiang Ding and gained Jiang Ding's approval, the alliance between the two sects would surely have gone much more smoothly.

Of course, Jiang Ding was not so easy to persuade, especially a cultivator who could not fully represent the Heavenly Palace — even more so.