Chapter 1441: The Victor Is Right

At the instant the authority of the Palace of Light transferred, Jiang Ding felt some kind of change occur.

He discovered that his divine sense had connected to and taken control of a Dao Merging-grade heavy treasure, and moreover one of an extremely special kind — capable of unleashing its full might on its own, without needing him to infuse magic power or spiritual energy, automatically operating and erupting with Dao Merging-grade power.

Of course, this palace differed from cultivator magic treasures in many ways.

For example, she likewise would not take part in battles beyond those of the Solar Sword Cultivator's super-grade enemies, and even if the Sword Son died it would not affect anything.

In addition, what she actually followed was the Sword Law laid down by the Upper Realm's Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm, and her loyalty was to the Sword Law, not to any individual.

"What is your name?"

Jiang Ding asked in a gentle voice.

He felt quite favorably toward this Dao Merging-grade palace that had suddenly appeared, because he saw the shadow of the Moon in her.

And the Moon and the Dayang Dayang Tianchi had, in the past, protected him for a very long time, accelerating his growth considerably and helping him through those difficult years.

"Nine-Two-Three."

"Sword Son, my name is Nine-Two-Three."

The spirit of the Palace of Light answered, and warned: "Sword Son, you have been led astray by Nine-Two-Four. Sect inheritance magic treasures should be addressed by their serial number alone — one must not give them names. Sect inheritance magic treasures are not living beings, but aggregations of the sect's Sword Law; they should not bear the names of living beings."

"This will bring ill consequences upon the sect inheritance magic treasure. Nine-Two-Four beside you is an example."

"Please immediately erase her self-awareness. It is very simple — you only need to input this line of divine-sense logic into Nine-Two-Four, the Dayang Dayang Tianchi…"

"Shut up!"

"None of your damn business!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was cut off by the Moon in a fury: "Led astray? What do you know is correct? Your sect is about to be destroyed by the Sword Son!"

"The Dayang Sword Pavilion is stronger!"

"Therefore the Dayang Sword Pavilion, the Sword Son, and I — everything about us is correct!"

"Damn bitch!"

"……"

Jiang Ding was speechless.

It was the first time the Moon had been so lively — she had even learned to curse.

And she was still so cocky, daring to face a seventh-tier Dao Merging magic treasure head-on as a mere Refinement Void magic treasure — the very picture of dancing on a grave, showing not a trace of fear.

"Sword Son, there is another method to erase Nine-Two-Four's self-awareness."

The Palace of Light did not quarrel, completely ignoring the Moon's brandishing of claws and bared fangs: "That is, let me devour the Dayang Dayang Tianchi. In the Sword Law of Patriarch Linyang, it is stipulated that when two inheritance seeds meet, both sides shall initiate a Sacred Sword Duel, jointly comprehend the Sword Dao, and the victor shall become the lord of both sects."

"You previously defeated the Taiyou Sword Son and the Light Sword Son, so you

are the new Light Sword Son."

"According to the inheritance, you should have a Taiyin Sword Son…"

The Palace of Light's words paused.

Her divine sense spread out, scanning in all directions, and she found absolutely nothing.

"The Taiyin Sword Son, she…"

Jiang Ding and the Moon felt a twinge of guilt, and casually looked up at the sky as if nothing were the matter.

The Palace of Light searched and searched, searched and searched, yet could not find the Taiyin Sword Son who should have existed. However, she soon discovered something even more explosive.

"Taiyin, Taiyin resentment…

"You bear the resentment of the Taiyin-Taiyang Covenant upon you…"

The Palace of Light froze.

She was not a living being and would never experience such a thing as being stunned — this was a disruption, a pause in her Sword Dao logic. The Patriarch Linyang who had preset that Sword Dao logic had never imagined such a thing could happen.

A Solar Sword Cultivator had actually beaten his own Taiyin female cultivator to death!

Even that might have been forgivable, but he was still bouncing about lively, not swiftly slain and eliminated by the enemy.

Nevertheless, a treasure personally batch-refined by a Jiang Jiang Jinxian-grade powerhouse was extraordinarily marvelous, and quickly returned to normal.

Crack!

In the unseen depths, something within the Palace of Light snapped, and the authority closed once more.

Jiang Ding's gaze fixed upon this Dao Merging palace.

The Moon's little brows also rose, her killing intent chilling.

Unexpected yet entirely reasonable — unlike the Taiyin lineage, the Palace of Light had no intention of attacking the Dayang Sword Son. Instead, she was thinking, thinking, standing dumbfounded on the spot, her Sword Dao logic undergoing frantic evolution within.

"Sword Son, this is normal."

The Moon explained: "Her Sword Law has fallen into chaos and is being reorganized. I went through the same thing back then — but what the aftermath will be is entirely random; I can't guess it either."

"If she loses control, we'll beat her to death!"

She was eager to try.

Although, her feet did not move a single step forward — instead she took one step back, hiding behind Jiang Ding.

The two waited quietly.

Unbeknownst to them, eleven years passed.

Hum!

The Palace of Light bloomed with countless rays of brilliance, countless rule-law nets emerged, within which all manner of runes flickered uncertainly, rapidly restarting and once again completing the construction of the Sword Law.

"Sword Son,"

"You must undergo an unfair Sacred Sword Duel."

The spirit of the Palace of Light revived once more: "The opponent is set at the standard of an Upper Realm Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance disciple of the same tier. If you can defeat it, then you are correct."

"I see…"

Jiang Ding looked toward the Moon.

It seemed that in the early days, the first-generation Master of the Great Sun Sword had never encountered this—Great Sun Dayang Tianchi had accepted the legitimacy of the new Great Sun Sword Pavilion with ease.

The legitimacy of the new Great Sun Sword Pavilion had been accepted with ease.

"Maybe I'm more compatible with the first-generation Great Sun Sword Master?"

Yue smiled awkwardly.

In truth, he simply couldn't win.

On the horizon, rays of light burst forth—countless threads of radiance wove together, forming two hazy, luminous puppet figures, both at the peak of Soul Transformation, one yin, one yang.

The aura of both beings was familiar to Jiang Ding—resembling that of the Xianshui Canghai Tianjun and Zhenhuo Canghai Tianjun, whom he had once briefly met.

"Soul Transformation realm…"

After carefully observing them, Jiang Ding felt a faint sense of disappointment.

Keng!

Before the Light Palace could speak further, he drew his sword.

As the sword emerged, a radiant sun appeared in heaven and earth; the six Great Sun orders manifested as six Dun De Shi Gao Jie, circling around him, entwining and interlacing—no sword technique, merely a plain, straight, ordinary slash that froze the four directions and cleaved open sky and earth.

After the strike, the Taiqing Flying Sword returned to its scabbard.

All the supernatural phenomena vanished.

Instantly, the two newly formed luminous puppet bodies stiffened.

They had barely drawn their swords, barely cleaved through the two interwoven yin-yang sword domains, when they lost all spiritual essence and collapsed into bursts of spiritual light, vanishing utterly.

The inherited disciples of the upper realm's Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong were no more than this!

If they had been in the Condensation Void realm, they might have posed a life-or-death threat to Jiang Ding.

But at the same realm, that was all they were.

Long ago, when Jiang Ding's magic power and spiritual sense were far weaker than those of the upper realm's Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inherited disciples, he had already defeated them.

Since the Taiqing Flying Sword embryo ascended to pseudo-eighth rank, Jiang Ding's magic power, spiritual sense, and foundation had far surpassed those of the upper realm's Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inherited disciples—he could now suppress them with pure strength alone, no longer as he once was.