Chapter 1420: Truly Clumsy and Rigid

In this dim, unfathomable Sea of Consciousness, a wondrous sight appeared.

A streak of Reincarnation Sword-light shattered a force ten times its own; the halo born within that lotus seed was unfathomably mysterious, originating from a generation of the human race's Racial Inheritance Comprehender, who had reached the absolute extreme of Illusion, Guile, and Profundity, was born able to devour divine souls, and seize bodies to reincarnate throughout heaven and earth.

With the body of a slave, parasitizing and annihilating one powerful race after another, opening a new heaven and earth for the human race of the Ancient God Domain — this could truly be called terrifying.

Yet, beneath this streak of sword-light, the halo of the lotus seed shattered layer upon layer, breaking apart even before the sword edge itself arrived; a flaw appeared in the underlying spell structure, triggering a chain collapse.

"Impossible!"

"A mere Soul Transformation cultivator…"

The living being within the lotus seed raged in fury.

Clang!

The living being within the Eternal Sun had no interest in answering his doubts, and brought down another sword strike.

Six chaotic worlds spun, the soul-force between heaven and earth was drawn in, the sunlight blazed with unprecedented brilliance, the power of the six worlds merged into one, all forged into this single sword strike.

At this moment, the world of the Hell Path of Destruction suddenly blazed with radiance.

A streak of sword-light of ultimate destruction descended from the heavens; what was seen was where it arrived, filling the entire field of vision of the lotus seed's living being — there was nothing else left, only this single streak of sword-light remained between heaven and earth.

"Roar!"

Within this aura of destruction, the pale-blue lotus seed underwent a change.

"Kill!"

He transformed into a ferocious Weaving-Heaven Spider dire beast, its eight spider legs coiled within an endless web of Heavenly Dao rules, spitting out strands of white spider silk that spread to every starfield visible to the eye, forming an indestructible Beast Path world, intending to devour the divine souls of living beings within the dream and replace them.

Boom!

The world of the Hell Path of Destruction and the sword-light plunged headlong into this Spider Human Path.

The terrifying sword-light of frenzy, destruction, searing heat, and law-breaking suddenly blazed, melting away all the rule-spider-silk, crashing brutally into the Beast Path, destroying everything.

She was clearly ten times weaker than her opponent, yet fought with such frenzy — crushing!

It was simply suffocating, impossible to understand what this was.

"You clumsy Beast Path!"

"There's a flaw this big right here — are you blind?"

"Huh? Can't you modify it?!"

"You only need to change it a little, just a little, and it would be enough to completely conceal it — damn it! You've completely ruined this lord's path of sword combat…"

The figure within the Eternal Sun, upon seeing such a scene, felt no self-satisfaction, but instead roared in fury.

Boom!

The Sun of Destruction that had crashed into the Weaving-Heaven Spider Beast Path exploded, casting bundles of searing-white beams of destruction toward heaven and earth, piercing through the originally solid and indestructible realm wall of the Beast Path, shattering the Weaving-Heaven Spider's legs one by one, grinding them to dust, as pale-blue soul essence scattered in all directions.

The originally solid, indestructible barrier shattered the Weaving-Heaven Spider's legs one by one, grinding them to fine powder, as azure soul essence scattered in all directions.

"Ah…"

The Weaving-Heaven Spider, vast as a star, shattered with a roar, retreating with wails and anguished cries.

His body kept shifting — from the Weaving-Heaven Spider Beast Path, to the Hungry Ghost Path, and when the Hungry Ghost Path shattered too, he finally transformed into the shadows of countless myriad beings; a Human Path world emerged hazily, with many living beings of the human race and the myriad races dwelling within it, reproducing, entangled in love and hate and all manner of affairs — only then did he barely stabilize himself.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation!"

"Your own Six Paths of Reincarnation! Another Shi Zhu Zi…"

On this pale-blue lotus seed, the figure of a hunched old man appeared, and he was struck with horror, unable to believe what he saw before him.

Within a single realm-domain!

Two successive generations of Endless Starfield Hegemon Racial Inheritance Comprehenders had actually been born!

Is there any justice in this?!

The human race — these wretched things — should be utterly slain, exterminated; not even a single human living being the size of a cockroach should be spared, or else one day a catastrophe would appear that would leave one to regret for life.

"Rigid,"

"You're far too rigid — following the script exactly, without a single hair's breadth of alteration — you don't seem like an intelligent being…"

Jiang Ding within the Sun pondered, many doubts arising in his heart.

Any inheritance is a form of knowledge.

When an intelligent being learns knowledge, absorbs knowledge — even if he is foolish, stubborn, and holds a fierce superstitious reverence for the inheritance — he will, after all, subconsciously change something; this is closely tied to the being's experience, perception of the world, and worldview — the world in his eyes is simply like that.

A patriarch's inheritance, in the hands of later-generation disciples, will always show greater or lesser differences.

Yet the thing before him was exactly like a copy, like a cold program of Six Paths Reincarnation, outputting preset spells according to preset conditions, without a single alteration.

"Are you a living being?"

Jiang Ding looked at the hunched old man and asked.

He had originally assumed this was a remnant soul and divine sense of the second or third generation — or perhaps the fourth generation — Lord of the Ancient God Path; but now it seemed there were many discrepancies from the truth.

"You wretched whelp, what have you to be proud of?"

"You are, after all, nothing but a Soul Transformation cultivator — laughable!"

The hunched old man gave a cold laugh and said contemptuously.

Then,

He unleashed all his power and turned to flee!

He transformed into an invisible streak of pale-blue escape-light, madly fleeing outward from the Materialist Sun Sword-Soul — reckless of everything, decisively abandoning his plan, no longer wanting to devour the divine soul of a human race prodigy and truly parasitize a body, to possess a bright future.

"Fleeing?"

"What a rigid, boring species…"

Jiang Ding seemed to have seen something, and sighed softly: "Not a shred of fighting spirit, not a shred of the anger that should be there — you are a remnant soul of a Heavenly One; though it is so muddled, mixed with far too many chaotic things, how could you be defeated by a Soul Transformation cultivator?"

"Such humiliation, having your dignity crushed — how could you flee so decisively?"

"You must understand that the emotions of humans and living beings, though often appearing impulsive, are the source of much that is new and unknown; if everything in the world ran rigidly like a program, with the outcome visible at a glance, it would be far too boring — new things could never be born. This is the beauty of living beings."

Hum!

Around the sun, among the Six Paths, the deep-blue Human Path suddenly blazed with brilliant light, spreading to every place, nowhere left uncovered by the order of the Human Path.

Boom!

At the instant that deep-blue escape light was about to break through the Materialist Sun Sword Soul's sea of consciousness, it shattered something, plunged headlong into a stretch of azure cosmic starry sky, and a single star, a starry-sky city appeared before him—countless warships and fighters flying in planetary orbit, tens of billions of humans living on the great land.

"The Human Path…"

The hunchbacked old man's heart clenched with fear.

Around him, the Ancient God Path's Human Path that had originally held the myriad races and human lifeforms—countless beings reproducing and multiplying, entangled in gratitude, grievance, affection, and enmity—together forming a human world.

And now, with the same Human Path descending, the myriad-race beings around him began transforming into the living creatures within those strange mechanical flying vessels; the power of the Human Path was stripped away from its very foundation, and in reverse formed a terrifying force that madly devoured his body.

His power poured out like a tsunami, rapidly ebbing away.

He was weakening at extreme speed.

This attack was formless and intangible, yet it happened in an instant—almost the moment of contact he had no power of resistance left; some hazy Human Path force around him was covering him, about to take him captive.

Even more terrifying, the Six Paths Reincarnation power within his body, though belonging to him, was now rebelling, turning to encircle and annihilate him.

In the blink of an eye, this remnant soul had already lost any power of resistance.

The foundation of his power, the flaws of the Six Paths Reincarnation, were far too fragile before a figure like the Ancestral Patriarch at the source—almost riddled with weaknesses.

This was not a sword duel!

This was entirely not the kind of battle a sword cultivator needed; the opponent was far too clumsy, so much so that the sword cultivator despaired again and again at the surrounding realms, longing once more for the Upper Realm.

"My clan's Old Ancestor will not let you off…"

The hunchbacked old man glared at the blue-robed youth, cursing with venomous hatred.

"You still have a clan?"

Jiang Ding's eyes lit up.

Bang!

Yet the hunchbacked old man said no more.

He placed his hand on his own forehead—bang! —his skull shattered, exploding into a mass of deep-blue spiritual light that formed a terrifying storm of soul-hatred spreading in all directions, destroying everything; even in death, he would use the essence of his soul to pollute this young human lifeform and cripple him.

"The weak are always full of naivety."

Jiang Ding said coolly.

The Six Paths Reincarnation world behind him suddenly blazed with brilliant light; world after world emerged, surrounding this soul-hatred force, forming something like a sieve that filtered out the soul-hatred impurities he did not need, expelling them from his soul, leaving behind only some essence and soul fragments containing important information.

Among them, a soul fragment flickering with deep-blue spiritual light seemed to carry the inheritance of the Ancient God Path's Six Paths Reincarnation art, as well as what had happened when the Ancient God Path's Heaven-Storing Pavilion made its escape back then.