Chapter 1412

Jiang Ding looked at the Taiyou Sword Disciple and the Bright Sword Disciple before him, falling into thought.

Moments later, his hand rested on the hilt of the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Clang!

In this instant!

Within tens of thousands of kilometers, the entire world!

All living beings within the scope of the world, whether beast-refined corpses or Dao Disciples of the Ancient Divine Realm Immortal Sects, or Dao Disciples of the Nine Spirit Realm Immortal Sects, or Dao Disciples of the Demon God Sect, or the Holy Sons of the Bloodline Demon Clans of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, and the smallest, weakest birds and mosquitoes, and the corpse worms thousands of kilometers deep underground.

All things under heaven and earth, all living beings, their souls and spirits stiffened and ceased moving!

Everyone fell into extreme terror.

They terrifiedly discovered that in this instant, all things under heaven and earth, all Heavenly Dao rules, had stopped; space had solidified like iron, with no further flow, and the world had fallen into a state of stillness.

At least in their soul perception, the world had fallen into a state of stillness and solidification!

Materialist Sun Sword Soul!

This was a Materialist Sun Sword Soul far surpassing the cultivators of the Upper Realm Immortal Sects, approaching the Dao Disciples of the Upper Realm Immortal Sects!

This terrifying Sword Soul, which could be counted among the Heir Sequences of the Human Race in the endless starry sky of the universe—a terrifying existence capable of receiving either courtesy or annihilation from any non-Immortal-level power—had revealed a trace of its pressure, suppressing heaven and earth.

All cultivators of the same realm instantly fell into a blank state of mind, generating waves of trembling and an instinct to submit.

This was the trace left by human sword cultivators upon all living beings under heaven and earth over endless years, imprinted with endless blood and terror into the most primitive instincts of the deepest genes and souls.

Even after hundreds of millions of years passed, and living beings under heaven and earth reincarnated through countless generations, this instinctual fear could not be erased.

"This is..."

"No! This is absolutely impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Ah! Ahhh..."

The Tianji Dao Disciple, who had been pursuing the Tianyun Dao Disciple, suddenly collapsed at this moment, grabbing his hair like a madman, losing all reason, and disregarding even the Tianyun Dao Disciple, who was crucial to his path.

Sword Disciple!

The Sword Disciple had suddenly appeared!

Not the Sword Disciple that the Ancient Divine Realm and Nine Spirit Realm arrogantly claimed for themselves, but an existence that could truly be called an Immortal Sect Sword Disciple in the vast world, appearing before him!

A Sword Disciple of an Immortal Sect!

A member of the Heir Sequence of the endless starry sky's dominant race; even if perhaps only one of tens of thousands in the sequence, ranked extremely low, this was the Heir of the endless starry sky's dominant race!

No!

How is this possible!!!

Such a barren place as the Nine Spirit Realm, even with peerless talent, should not produce such an existence; even being near it should not be possible!

"This is not real..."

The Tianji Dao Disciple fell into a trance, stumbling, his Dao Heart nearly collapsing.

The Immortal Sects' records state that a true Immortal, an Immortal with endless lifespan, might be born among the tens of thousands of Immortal Sect Dao Disciples across the entire universe; perhaps not in the current generation, but in some generation over hundreds of millions of years.

A true Immortal is born from within the Heir Sequence of the Human Race, the dominant race of the endless starry sky!

This is the meaning of the Immortal Dao Heir Sequence.

"Hahaha, Sword Disciple... Sword Disciple..."

The Tianji Dao Disciple had gone mad.

The Taiyou Sword Disciple and the Bright Sword Disciple were even worse; they had completely lost their perception of time and space, dazed and confused, like lambs awaiting slaughter.

Clang!

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword.

The Taiyou Sword Disciple and the Bright Sword Disciple shuddered.

However, the two of them waited for a long time but felt no pain whatsoever; their souls felt no tearing, and their bodies suffered no injuries.

The two tremulously opened their eyes.

"You should be encouraged."

"You should be diligent."

Jiang Ding removed his hand from the hilt of the Taiqing Flying Sword, sighed slightly, and paid the two no further attention.

Truly,

He simply could not generate the desire to fight.

If not for necessary strategic purposes, how could the Taiqing Flying Sword slay such weaklings in a sword duel?!

Boring, truly boring.

Not a single shred of joy in the Sword Dao!

It was like walking the road to work day after day, that dazed, boring, tedious state that makes one decadent and depressed, as if one's entire life could be seen from end to end at a glance, with not a single change possible until one died of old age.

This sense of tedious despair almost drove one mad.

Jiang Ding turned and left.

He paid no more attention to this battlefield of life-and-death struggle and flying blood among the Dao Disciples; like a desolate traveler, the world around him had not a single connection to him.

"Diligence..."

The Taiyou Sword Disciple and the Bright Sword Disciple felt a bitterness in their hearts.

The two of them felt not a shred of humiliation, nor any sense of luck in surviving a disaster; they only felt dazed and confused, not knowing where the path ahead lay.

Until a young woman with a calm, ice-cold, freezing temperament appeared before them.

"Fellow Daoist, my name is Yu Yu Qianzi."

"The Taiyin Sword Disciple of the Nine Spirit Realm seeks to find the future of the Pure Yin Sword Dao,"

Yu Yu Qianzi whispered: "The two of you — do I look like a vulture, trailing in the Lion King's footsteps, picking at the scraps and gnawing on rotting corpses?"

"So pathetic, so unsightly."

"And without the slightest

dignity of the sword — speak of it and one would be laughed to scorn by every swordsman under heaven, ashamed to be counted among them."

Clang!

Yu Yu Qianzi slowly drew her sword, and a blade like moonlight blossomed forth.

"However,"

"even without dignity, even in shame, I will walk this path — until I find my own way of the Lunar Sword, and reopen a heaven-reaching great road for all Lunar swordsmen under heaven."

"Fellow cultivators, I beg you — instruct me!"

This was no question, no plea — it was a declaration.

The instant the words fell, boundless killing intent of icy cold burst forth, shrouding the world, enveloping the Lunar Sword Child and the Solar Sword Child of the Dark-Bright Sword Grotto-Heaven. Countless strands of moonlight, clear and chill as lunar radiance, rained down from the sky, slashing into the Lunar-Solar Sword Domain, shattering the world of light and darkness into pieces.

Within the Lunar Sword Domain, a divine sword of icy lunar radiance descended from the heavens.

"The Lunar Extreme Yin Sword Dao?"

The Taiyou Sword Child started in shock.

On this Lunar female cultivator, who was the same as her, she felt a deep, intimate kinship — the meeting of kindred spirits — along with the same icy premonition of death.

This was the kinship between swordsmen: to decide life and death through a duel of swords.

The Life-and-Death Glory Sword Duel is not for slaughter, but the shared pursuit of the Great Dao among all swordsmen under heaven — a process of enlightenment wagering one's own life and everything one has.

No grudge, no hatred — only the pure pursuit of enlightenment.

Clang!

"Good!"

"What fine ambition, Sister Yu Yu Qianzi!"

The Taiyou Sword Child drew her sword together with the Bright Sword Child amid words of praise, and said grimly: "Since Sister harbors such ambition, Taiyou will spare nothing — with all she has learned in her life, she will cut you down!"

"Why should Sister feel herself pathetic?"

"Among the swordsmen under heaven, there is only the strong and the weak!"

"Should the day come when Sister, or Taiyou, slays the Great Sun Sword Child in defiance, today's humiliation will be no more than a touch of wind and frost — nothing more."

Words of kinship, killing intent run wild.

The Taiyou Sword Child and the Bright Sword Child burned their essence blood and divine souls; their sword intent blazed and boiled, and with the Sun-Moon Sword they struck toward the divine sword of lunar radiance in the sky — to the death.