Chapter 1408: Greetings to All Dao Friends of the Nine Spirit Domain—Much Missed

Among the millions-strong corpse horde, the nine great Candidate Daozi were locked in slaughter, fighting for their lives, their eyes bloodshot from killing, with stinking chunks of corpses and fresh blood falling all around them, as if it were a hell on earth.

At the center of the nine great Candidate Daozi, who were drenched in sweat from killing, a youth in blue robes strolled along as if on a spring outing.

He glanced left, glanced right, pausing from time to time to take out tools and collect corpse specimens from the battlefield, or special mineral materials and the like—new materials to enrich the Immortal Sect library's database and lay the groundwork for future research science on Ancient God Domain materials.

This sight was somewhat discordant.

Clearly everyone around him was locked in bloody combat, yet he alone wandered about like a man with nothing to do; anyone who didn't know would think some family's child had snuck out to play, with none of the solemnity a battlefield ought to have.

Moreover, after the nine great Candidate Daozi began their counter-assault, he frowned.

"Too fast."

"Don't show too much strength, or those nine people won't come over."

Jiang Ding said, dissatisfied.

He wasn't interested in the nine great Candidate Daozi of the Ancient God Domain, but the existence of these cultivators could spur the growth of Tianji Candidate Daozi and the others; perhaps they might be of some use in the future, and might pique some interest from the Taiqing Flying Sword—

At this moment, Jiang Ding truly felt for Zou Zou Xiyuan.

This realm was far too barren, its opponents far too weak—it was genuinely agonizing.

He couldn't return to the Upper Realm, the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm held grudges far too fiercely, the Immortal Artifact Sect wasn't anything good either—everywhere in the world was full of shameless villains.

For a mere Soul Transformation cultivator, they dared to set an ambush with two Dao Merging Divine Monarchs.

He couldn't imagine what they would do for a Void Refinement cultivator.

This was truly terrifying for a young cultivator.

Young—he really was young.

For a cultivator with a hundred percent potential above Dao Merging, a few thousand years was no different from a mortal infant of three or four; he was still a child.

At least for a being above Dao Merging, this age was indeed that of a child.

"You!"

Ji Liuyue, who was in the midst of bloody combat, immediately glared over furiously.

She was locked in a bloody fight, yet someone beside her was out for a spring stroll, staying entirely within their protective range without taking a single step out, and on top of that had to make snide remarks—it was truly unbearable.

"Mm?"

Jiang Ding felt not the slightest shame and immediately glared back at her.

"... You're right."

"Honorable Great Sun Sword Son."

Ji Liuyue immediately backed down, obediently saying: "We'll slow down right now. Brother Brother Xuanwu, do you want to suffer a serious wound and cough up blood? I promise I'll heal you."

"Go ahead."

"Coughing blood, severed hands—anything's fine."

Brother Brother Xuanwu sighed softly.

For high-level cultivation immortals, severed hands and feet were indeed severe injuries—but only on the condition that foreign power had invaded and destroyed their vitality. If they severed them voluntarily, then it was completely fine; it just looked terrifying, that's all.

To outside observers, the nine great Candidate Daozi seemed to have reached a limit, and the subsequent fighting grew far more brutal.

Brother Brother Xuanwu's Vault of Heaven Great Shield gradually could no longer fully defend; cracks appeared, and then it actually shattered, revealing the main body of the great shield forged from Brother Xuanwu Divine Gold, which began to resist purely through the strength of its material. Numerous bloody, bone-deep wounds began appearing all over Brother Brother Xuanwu's body.

Ji Liuyue sent down streams of Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Radiance to heal him, and he was once again grievously wounded in short order.

Wanshou Candidate Daozi and Yu Yu Qianzi's side also began to take wounds; Antu Zi had no choice but to step up. Although he wasn't a body cultivator, his defensive power was also very strong, so at this point he had to enter the fray as well.

The battle reached a stalemate, with narrow escapes from death.

Jiang Ding, meanwhile, went about collecting specimens as usual, occasionally calming his mind to use the power of the Six Orders of the Sun as a fulcrum to comprehend the differences between the rules of the Ancient God Domain and those of the Tian Yuan Domain.

The subtle differences here would affect the combat power of Void Refinement cultivators and Dao Merging cultivators.

In other words, the Immortal Sect's central army group had not yet recovered its peak combat power and needed at least several hundred years to adapt; the same went for the great powers of the Badaxian Sect.

At the same time, Jiang Ding split off a portion of his attention to comprehend the power the nine great Candidate Daozi's grand formation was bestowing upon him.

Ji Liuyue's Vine Armor brought defense and healing; Antu Zi brought amplification of Wu Xing Fa might, faster recovery of magic power and divine soul; Tianji Candidate Daozi brought foreknowledge of the enemy, faster reaction of divine sense; Yu Yu Qianzi brought stronger offensive capability, making magic power far sharper; Shadow Demon Candidate Daozi brought concealment…

With all these abilities and status enhancements stacked together, even the most ordinary Soul Transformation cultivator could possess quasi-Void Refinement level power.

If such enhancements fell upon an early Void Refinement cultivator, that Void Refinement cultivator could briefly hold his own against a late Void Refinement cultivator without defeat.

Even so terrifying as this!

It condensed the wisdom crystallized over tens of thousands of years by countless cultivation immortals of the Nine Spirit Domain, including the successive deductions, practical tests, and refinements by generations of great powers and Candidate Daozi. Even at the Dao Merging level, this formation still had complete follow-up stages—it was one of the highest immortal-path achievements of the Nine Spirit Domain over tens of thousands of years.

There was no choice; without this formation, they would have been wiped out by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion long ago.

"What a pity… too weak."

Jiang Ding sighed faintly in his heart.

This kind of enhancement was completely useless to him.

Unless all nine of them possessed the strength of personally-taught disciples of an Upper Realm Immortal Sect, only then could they form a massive amplification for Jiang Ding and exert influence on an Upper Realm Immortal Sect Candidate Daozi-level battlefield.

Boom!

After an unknown length of time, accompanied by the joint attack of the nine great Candidate Daozi, the corpse-body of the strongest Weaving Heaven Spider Beast shattered

into countless fragments, and the surrounding tide of corpses numbering in the hundreds of thousands instantly collapsed, fleeing in all directions.

The stinking chunks of beast corpses around them fell like rain, landing beside Tianji Candidate Daozi and the others.

They were now in a wretched state beyond compare—severed hands and feet everywhere, faces deathly pale, magic power drained to the extreme, weakness to the extreme.

Mm, including the youth in blue robes at the center.

His face was deathly pale, his body swayed unsteadily, his eyes were vacant; it seemed that overseeing the formation had cost too much mental energy, and he was already on the verge of total exhaustion.

"Go take a look at that ruined great hall."

"There seem to be some gains inside, regarding the cultivation of Ancient God Dao war-beast Dao soldiers."

Jiang Ding lifted his steps and walked toward a damaged, pitch-black palace in the distance, while the Candidate Daozi around him with severed hands and feet hurriedly picked up their own severed limbs and hurried to follow.

"Wait for me, slow down..."

Ji Liuyue was very busy, healing the Dao Sons around her and reattaching severed arms, but the youth in green robes ignored her.

Several people walked into the ruined palace and discovered that the many original buildings and sealed magical treasures inside had been shattered, leaving only a pitch-black Shi Zhu at the very center flickering with a faint light.

"It must be a treasure."

"Brother Brother Xuanwu, please go first."

Jiang Ding ignored the miserable injuries on Brother Brother Xuanwu's body and politely yielded.

"Wait a moment."

"Coming right up."

Brother Brother Xuanwu nodded calmly.

He reattached his severed arm, then placed his hand on the pitch-black Shi Zhu, inputting magic power and divine sense, closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them.

"This place is named the Beast God Hall, where the direct disciples of the Ancient God Dao used to cultivate their own war beast Dao Soldiers."

"After direct disciples of the Ancient God Dao passed the trial, they could choose a batch of war beast race embryos here to cultivate as their personal accompanying Dao Soldiers, growing alongside them... Theoretically, only direct disciples of the Ancient God Dao had this qualification, but now it seems many changes have occurred outside; the formation has been destroyed, the inheritance leaked, and now we can claim them too."

A faint flash of light appeared in Brother Brother Xuanwu's hand, then over a thousand spider eggs emerged, one of which was exceptionally large, likely a creature of the Spider Mother type.

The surrounding Dao Sons cast curious glances.

These eggs seemed to be the juvenile form of the Weaving Sky Spider race, one of the seven ruling races of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, which could become Dao Soldiers after hatching.

"Only spider eggs, no related inheritance."

Brother Brother Xuanwu felt a slight regret.

Of course, just a slight one; in reality, he could not possibly take these Dao Soldiers as the foundation of his path, even if the entire inheritance were complete.

"It seems the tireless exploration by the Ten Thousand Races Alliance and the Demon God Sect over these hundreds of thousands of years has yielded many results."

Jiang Ding praised.

After confirming safety, he likewise extended his hand to rest on the pitch-black Shi Zhu, inputting a wisp of divine sense and magic power.

This wisp of divine sense seemed to enter a pitch-black, lightless world, where there were war beast Dao Soldier eggs one by one; fire foxes, Sky Patrol Eagles, Black Horned Ant race, Weaving Sky Spider race, Nether Black Sky Crane race and other races all existed, some wrapped in fetal membranes, some in eggshell forms, some in juvenile beast forms.

With Jiang Ding's current Ancient God contribution, he could choose the highest seven war beast races as his Dao Soldiers.

Of course, due to lacking the Ancient God Dao inheritance, he could not hatch these Dao Soldiers nor cultivate them subsequently; their value was not high, and only for the Demon God Sect and the Ten Thousand Races Alliance would this be a heaven-defying opportunity.

"Good specimen materials."

Jiang Ding stored away the over thousand Nether Black Sky Crane eggs.

Ji Liuyue and the others around also lined up one by one to claim these novel items; these things might have some value, possibly enhancing the sect's Dao Soldier combat power, and additionally might allow research into some methods targeting the Ten Thousand Races Alliance and the Demon God Sect.

Once everything was done, Jiang Ding looked into the distance.

The surrounding Dao Sons followed his gaze, looking into the distance with equally immense expectation.

Many terrifying escape lights and oppressive auras gradually appeared.

"Fellow Daoists,"

"Truly, it has been a long time; this Dao Son misses you greatly..."

The Heavenly God Dao Son appeared first on the horizon, speaking coldly.

Behind him, the Dao Sons of the Eight Great Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong of the Ancient God Domain, having first defeated the siege of numerous corpse tides, were killing their way here with clear objectives, one by one concealing nothing, unleashing ferocious pressure, vaguely forming a circle of encirclement to prevent their escape and cut off all possibilities.