Chapter 1409: The Loyal Dao Child of the Brother Xuanwu

Void Spirit Abyss.

The Ancient God Domain Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Ancestor, Tianyun Divine Lord, watched in silence as the Dao Children in the Cangtian Pavilion slew beast-refined corpses one after another, and as the Heavenly God Dao Child and others blocked the ten Dao Children of the Ancient God Domain.

His heart was like an ancient well, without a single ripple.

Because everything lay within the workings of fate.

Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inherited the 'Heavenly Fortune' from the 'Heaven, Earth, and Man' Three Fortunes of the upper realm's Fortune Heaven Palace, and was most adept at overwhelming others with the great tide. It began laying plans tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years in advance, accumulating the great momentum of Heavenly Fortune drop by drop, never overlooking even the slightest trend among mortals and Qi Refining cultivators, hoarding it bit by bit.

Until, hundreds of thousands of years later, everything burst forth like a mountain flood, drowning all in its path.

The outcome was already sealed.

"The Dao Children have, one step ahead of us, made up for their foundations, gaining a few extra chances of reaching above Dao Merging."

Tianyun Divine Lord said lightly.

This was not speculation, but a statement of fact.

As an inheritor of the Heavenly Fortune path, every single thing within the span of three months of time appeared to him as clearly as the lines on his own palm; no error could possibly exist.

"Hahaha!"

"So much the better. These youngsters of this generation do possess a measure of fortune."

Heavenly God Divine Lord held a Fangtian Halberd in his hand; the two five-colored pheasant feathers atop his phoenix-wing purple-gold crown swayed without cease, radiating terrifying pressure.

The surrounding Dao Merging Divine Lords—Taiyou Sword Lord, Light Sword Lord, and the ancestors of the Five Qi Immortal Sect and others—all felt their hearts settle at once.

When that old undying Tianyun Divine Lord spoke in such a manner, he had never once been wrong; it essentially represented fact, and there would be no surprises.

"The juniors' foundations have been mended,"

"but what about ours?"

Heavenly God Divine Lord looked toward the distant Dongji Demon Sect fleet and the eight powerful cultivators encircling it, his smile growing ever more brilliant: "These fellow Daoists may not sit idly by and watch their own Dao Children die, or upon sensing things going awry, may immediately flee. Capturing them may not be so easy."

"No, Fellow Daoist Heavenly God, you are mistaken."

"It will be easy."

Taiyou Sword Lord's gaze was icy as he looked toward the blue-robed youth deep within Cangtian Pavilion who bore the grievances of the Grand Yin-Sun Covenant, and said lightly: "You will have two great sect-protecting supreme treasures coordinating and guiding you, and can easily take over the same-origin Immortal Sects of the Nine Spirit Domain."

"As for my Dark-Bright Sword Grotto's target, the Dongji Demon Sect's strength relies upon Dao Soldier military formations, which possess a major flaw—tracking them will not be difficult."

"Every cultivator involved in the slaughter of the Grand Yin lineage of the Nine Spirit Domain back then must die, not even a chicken or dog left behind. Every deviation from the Yin-Yang Sword Dao will be corrected. The Dark-Bright Sword Grotto will surely restore the brilliance of our homeland, the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm…"

"It must be so."

Light Sword Lord added lightly.

He was a being within radiance, his features unseen—only blazing, brilliant, resplendent.

Toward that unusual Sun Sword cultivator, he felt a trace of goodwill—the kinship of the same kind—but this did not prevent him from slaying the man; such was the fate of sword cultivators.

Nor did he intend to correct his Dao companion Taiyou Sword Lord's ruthless purge.

A Dao companion of tens of thousands of years, versus a stranger—naturally, there was no need to say which way the scales tipped.

The lives of a few ants were nothing; the rise and fall of realms was like grass being born and withered, long grown accustomed to. It could no longer stir even the faintest ripple in the hearts of cultivators at the Dao Merging stage.

The Dao Merging Divine Lords of the Ancient God Domain's Jiudaxian Sect all possessed tremendous confidence.

Were it not that the Cangtian Pavilion's formation had not yet fully opened, making it impossible to guarantee a one-hundred-percent restraint of the powerful cultivators of the Yao God Sect and the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, they would have long since charged into the Nine Spirit Domain's Jiudaxian Sect rather than wasting words here.

Their confidence did not prevent them from remaining vigilant in their hearts, constantly guarding against a sudden strike from the Nine Spirit Domain's Jiudaxian Sect.

Yet, contrary to expectations, the Nine Spirit Domain's Jiudaxian Sect had been utterly calm from beginning to end—even watching their own sect's Dao Children on the verge of slaughter, they remained calm, utterly indifferent, showing no intention whatsoever to intervene.

This left Heavenly God Divine Lord and the others, who had been standing ready for battle, somewhat disappointed.

Perhaps, at this life-and-death juncture, the Nine Spirit Domain Immortal Sects had long since decided to abandon their Dao Children?

……

Within Cangtian Pavilion.

Heavenly God Dao Child and nine others formed a formation, slowly encircling as they advanced. An invisible, bone-chilling killing intent bloomed, shrouding all four directions—no longer the modest demeanor from within the Yin-Yang Void Realm.

Especially the Heavenly God Dao Child and the Wuguang Tianmen Dao Child—their gazes toward Brother Brother Xuanwu and the Shadow Demon Dao Child burned with scorching heat, as though looking upon delicious food, ravenous and longing beyond concealment, like man-eating ghouls wishing to devour them alive on the spot, chilling to the heart.

"This formation…"

Jiang Ding noticed that Heavenly God Dao Child and the others likewise possessed a joint formation.

By the instinct of an Immortal Sect cultivator, he felt a measure of interest. Learning was endless; maintaining humility and a love of study at all times was something he constantly reflected upon.

However…

This 'formation' turned out to be nothing more than the most basic Bagua Nine Palaces array. Even the coordination of this basic formation was clumsy beyond words. Heavenly God Dao Child and the others guarded against each other deeply, plainly visible on the surface, lacking even the most basic of tacit understanding—there was truly nothing worth learning here.

Guarding against one another was proper, but cooperation also had to be done well—both could exist at once.

In this regard, the Ancient God Domain's Jiudaxian Sect had not done well enough.

"Brother Brother Xuanwu!"

"What this Dao Child said that day still stands,"

Heavenly God Dao Child wore a brilliant smile as he looked toward Brother Brother Xuanwu: "So long as you surrender,

your clansmen this Dao Child will treat well. Not to mention sharing wealth and honor, they can at least have a place within the Heavenly God Palace."

"This much magnanimity, this Dao Child still possesses."

"For the sake of your clansmen, why resist stubbornly and add unnecessary bloodshed? These are all disciples of our Tianyun Emperor Court, all children of the Ancestor—why commit further killing?"

"Your death alone is enough."

Heavenly God Dao Child spoke with compassionate sorrow.

This time his sincerity was much greater; the conditions he offered were all achievable, no longer empty promises with little likelihood of being kept afterward.

As a body cultivator, he cared nothing for process, only results; subduing the enemy without fighting was the most ideal outcome.

"Sword Child?"

Brother Brother Xuanwu paid Heavenly God Dao Child no heed, but instead, with a gaze seeking instruction, humbly looked toward the Great Sun Sword Child.

The disciples of the Mo Sect have this one good point — as long as you're strong enough, they really will be very tactful, very sensible, and can even display something as absurd as loyalty.

"Go."

"The Nine Spirits Covenant still stands; I will respect your interests."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

The binding force of the covenant signed between the Immortal Gates and the Badaxian Sect in the later stages of the Jiao Jiao Mingyu war still existed, and under the emphatic stress of many great powers it had even spread to him, binding him.

This was the reason he was so easy to talk to now.

"Yes!"

Brother Brother Xuanwu bowed deeply in thanks, utterly humble, like a servant or subordinate.

"Brother Brother Xuanwu!"

"What are you doing?"

"Although your strength is weak, you carry the inheritance of the upper-realm Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong — yet now you bow and scrape before someone of the same rank!"

The Heavenly God Dao Child saw this and flew into a rage, fixing a gaze full of killing intent on that blue-robed youth: "You have shamed your own inheritance, brought disgrace upon the ancestors of the upper realm. Once this Dao Child has slain you, I will certainly correct this humiliation…"

Hum!

Amid the endless pressure, a sudden burst of terrifying aura cut off the Heavenly God Dao Child's fury.

It was that humble, bowing Brother Brother Xuanwu!

He held aloft a giant shield of golden light like a dome of heaven, his body swelling to several thousand meters in size, muscles knotted and sharply defined, nearly perfect, unleashing all of his power.

Wave after wave of heavy earth-Order ripples spread out in all directions, falling upon the Heavenly God Dao Child; the terrifying force pressed him bodily into the soil several feet deep, half his entire body already sunk into the earth.

The Heavenly God Dao Child's furious words abruptly died in his mouth.

"This is…"

An absurd, ice-cold fear rose in the Heavenly God Dao Child's heart, making him tremble uncontrollably.