Chapter 1417: Schrödinger's Great Sun Sword Child

Where is the Great Sun Sword Child?

This is a Schrödinger-type question; no one can know the exact answer.

From a very, very long time ago, where the Great Sun Sword Child was ceased to be a definite answer — what the eyes saw, what the naked eye saw, what divine sense and sword intent confirmed seeing, none of these could serve as absolute proof.

There were even times when he himself did not know where he was; he deliberately applied fuzzy, randomized handling to prevent cultivators with profound attainments in the Dao of Heavenly Secrets from predicting his next destination through his past habits and setting up ambushes in advance, plunging him into danger.

While the Dao Children of the Ancient God Domain and the Nine Spirit Domain slaughtered each other without end, a youth in blue appeared at the very center of the Heaven-Hiding Pavilion.

This could be the true body, could be a clone — impossible to determine.

It might take encountering a cultivator more than two major realms above him, or a Dao Child-level figure from the Upper Realm's Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong who specialized in breaking illusion arts, to determine it.

All along the way, there were numerous Void Refinement Peak-level beast-refined corpses, terrifying formation traps, and even more hidden curses, but he ignored them all, walking straight to the center of the Ancient God Dao's Heaven-Hiding Pavilion.

Beneath the Yama Hell Equal King Yin-Yang Inversion Grand Formation, none of these could cause him any trouble.

Jiang Ding raised his head, looking at a towering, majestic palace before him.

It was a palace entirely ink-black, its great doors tightly shut, shrouded in shadow; along the palace's edges, wisps and strands of twisting black threads writhed and shifted, as though devouring something.

Three characters were written above the palace: Ancient God Palace!

Jiang Ding paused.

Among the numerous classics of the Ancient God Dao obtained from the Immortal Gate, all recorded that the Ancient God Palace was the most important forbidden ground of the Ancient God Dao — within were the spirit tablets of successive generations of Ancient God Dao patriarchs, the most core inheritances, numerous secrets, and even more, the source of the Ancient God Dao's inheritance — the Ancient God!

In the mythological tales commonly circulated throughout the Ancient God Domain, countless myriad years ago, when the Ancient God Domain was not yet the Ancient God Domain but bore another name, that Ancient God Domain was a wilderness, with myriad strange beasts, demon races, and even the Dragon and Phoenix clans as the dominators of the realm, the absolute overlords of the Ancient God Domain.

The human race, at that time, was merely one among many slave races.

Ordinary, utterly unremarkable.

The Ancient God Patriarch was precisely such a human at that time — even a rogue cultivator, lacking pills, lacking Gong Fa, lacking magic treasures and arts, living day to day not knowing if he'd survive till tomorrow, at any moment he could be killed by his own kind for his treasures, or devoured by other races, fried and boiled alive.

The Ancient God Patriarch's talent and comprehension were undoubtedly top-tier, but in such an environment he was helpless, able only to muddle along in mediocrity.

If nothing unexpected happened, several or several dozen years later, the Ancient God Patriarch — that Qi Refining-stage rogue cultivator — would have died in some unknown corner, by any manner of cause, and no one would have cared.

As

If it had truly been so, there would have been no later Ancient God Domain, no Ancient God Dao.

The light of history fell upon the Ancient God Patriarch.

In the ancient mythological legends, the Ancient God Patriarch obtained a heaven-shaking fortuitous encounter — he obtained the racial inheritance of the human race from the endless starry sky, and moreover, he encountered the Ancient God.

The Ancient God!

No words can describe what this was, what manner of existence it was; only that it was known to be vast, endless — living beings could not contain such a vast existence, not even its name; it could only be referred to generally as the Ancient God.

The Ancient God Patriarch then rose rapidly, annihilating the Dragon race that possessed beings above Dao Merging, the Wind-Annihilating race, destroying the Weaving Heaven Spider race that styled themselves a divine race, wiping out all non-human forces throughout the entire Ancient God Domain.

The human race instantly became the absolute overlord race of the Ancient God Domain, though their numbers were only a few billion — pitifully few — and apart from the Ancient God Patriarch there was not even a single Void Refinement cultivator.

But that did not matter.

With the Ancient God Patriarch present, the human race was the absolute overlord race of the Ancient God Domain.

Over tens of thousands of years, the human race spread throughout every world of the entire Ancient God Domain, their numbers in the tens of billions upon billions, endless, with strong ones emerging in great numbers, their reproduction rate terrifyingly extreme; the new human civilization completely replaced the old races, making them history.

The Ancient God Dao also reached its state of absolute flourishing.

After this state of absolute flourishing, the Ancient God Patriarch suddenly perished — a being above Dao Merging, in the prime of life, not yet half his lifespan, suddenly perished.

At that time, all the myriad myriad beings of the entire Ancient God Domain wept bitterly, sorrow moving through ten thousand ages.

The Progenitor of the Ancient God Domain's human race, a great figure, the teacher of all the world's strong, who had just delivered the human race from slavery, who had just transformed the human race into overlord of all domains, departed abruptly, perished.

All cultivators of the Ancient God Domain were plunged into endless grief.

The Ancient God Domain went through tens of thousands of years of chaos, then order was restored; the second-generation Ancient God Dao Lord ascended, and the inheritance of the Ancient God Dao continued to be passed down smoothly.

Continuing down to the fourth generation, a great upheaval suddenly occurred in the Ancient God Dao, and the entire sect was annihilated.

Within Jiang Ding's heart, the history of the Ancient God Dao flowed slowly past.

Before this, the information he had gathered was scattered, not forming a system; after entering the Heaven-Hiding Pavilion, numerous secrets became known to him, and the intelligence obtained by one person alone exceeded the sum total obtained by all the intelligence departments of the Immortal Gate previously.

However, the most core secrets still could not be known.

What had happened to the Ancient God Dao back then?

Did the Ancient God Domain truly have beings above Dao Merging or not?

Without resolving this critically important point, the Immortal Gate and the Nine Spirit Domain would not act rashly, would not commit overly outrageous acts that might invite terrible danger.

"You wish to know what happened to the Ancient God Dao back then?"

A voice said abruptly.

This voice

was hoarse, obscure, jumping randomly like a shadow, completely lacking the order a normal living being should have — hazy, exceedingly vague.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding's gaze sharpened.

From beginning to end, he had no habit of talking to himself; all his thinking took place in the depths of his own divine soul, and he had never spoken a single word aloud.

"Under the restraint and assault of several dozen Dao Merging cultivators, there are still living beings above Dao Merging here?"

Jiang Ding Zi murmured.

He did not answer that hoarse voice's question, and said lightly.

"The might of a Celestial Being — how could these ants possibly imagine it?"

That hoarse voice let out a dry laugh.

"Young friend, quite confident."

"Living beings above Dao Merging… you don't even take Dao Merging cultivators seriously, then? So young, full of high spirits, with the bold aspiration of looking down on the world — truly makes this old man envious."

The hoarse voice sighed.

Boom~

The jet-black stone doors of the Ancient God Temple slowly opened, revealing an entrance like a black abyss within; inside, shadows stood motionless, rigid and still, extremely eerie, making one's heart prickle with dread.

"Young friend, do you not wish to know what happened to the Ancient God Dao back then?"

"Then please enter."

"Many secrets of the Ancient God Dao, many inheritances, are all here; here, you can know everything you wish to know."