Chapter 1475: The Greatest Loyalty Is to Die Beneath This Monarch's Sword

In this universe, at this instant, an entirely new star appeared!

So dazzling, so scorching.

The same hydrogen fusion reaction at its source, the difference being that immortal-spirit substances were added within it; the energy eruption and generation were manifested in the manner of an immortal sword cultivator's sword art, with the rules participating within, and the same hydrogen fusion efficacy was enhanced by dozens of times over, enough to destroy heaven and obliterate earth.

Such a brutal, simple destruction instantly swept clean the cosmic void.

That blood river suffered a devastating blow almost in a single exchange; the blood river collapsed and scattered, fresh blood turning to black ash, then to powder, and the fierce ghosts within wailed and howled, finally perishing into ash as well.

In the end, only a single dimly glowing blood saber remained, along with a hazy, illusory phantom, invisible to the eye, sweeping across heaven and earth in a single pass.

"The River of Forgetfulness…"

Jiang Ding revealed a trace of wariness, slightly stepping aside, not daring to face this river head-on.

In the myths, legends, and tales, this river is the one that demarcates life and death, lying between the Yellow Spring Road and the Underworld; even the immortals and gods of the heavens cannot escape this river.

Today's manifestation is merely a negligible wisp of phantom, yet he still did not wish to forcibly stop it.

The scorching star flashed and vanished.

In its place remained only a charred-black skeleton, gripping a dim blood saber, the blood-light in its pupils flickering like a candle flame in the wind, unsteady.

"Indeed, there is some pleasant surprise."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

"But it is still not enough; mid Dao Merging is ultimately a bit weak…"

This was due to Blood Bone Divine Monarch's own reasons.

An ordinary mid Dao Merging cultivator would not be this weak; he was born a Dao Weapon, cultivated a secondary Gong Fa of the Ancient God Dao, his racial talent could not be considered top-tier, and there existed a considerable gap in strength compared to upper-realm cultivators of the same Dao Merging stage.

The Blackie skeleton was silent.

The Dark Soul Divine Monarch hiding deep within his skeleton was likewise silent.

A prodigy?

A junior?

What stood before them was clearly a terrifying Domain Overlord!

Not potential, not the future!

It was a Domain Overlord who had already completely grown up; although he shared the same age and the same realm as their juniors, he was already one of the supreme powerhouses among the domains.

He was an existence they had to look up to, to bow respectfully to!

"…my…"

"…my lord…"

"…Sword Master,"

Blood Bone Divine Monarch's voice was hoarse; transmitted in all directions through the net of rules, it stirred up ripple after ripple: "Might I ask, my lord, may the Blood Bone Skeleton clan become your vassals, fighting for you?"

"Please rest assured, the Blood Bone Skeleton clan has rich experience with servant races; in every aspect we shall do our utmost for you."

"If you never weaken, never fall from your cultivation, the Blood Bone Skeleton clan will forever be your most loyal servants, willing to fight for you until death."

"I wonder, what is your pleasure?"

"Sword Master,"

"The Phantom Soul clan, likewise."

Dark Soul Divine Monarch said in a calm voice.

The Myriad Races Alliance was not the Myriad Races Alliance of these weak races, but the Myriad Races Alliance of the Nether Dark Sky Cranes, the Weaving Heaven Spider clan, and other such races.

At a critical moment of life and death, there was no reason to remain loyal to the Myriad Races Alliance.

Moreover, even if their inheritances were more incomplete still, they could clearly see that this was a future Heavenly Being, a future powerhouse above Dao Merging.

When he fully grew up, the Ancient God Domain's domain cluster would regard him as its supreme sovereign.

Just as, back then, the Ancient God Ancestral Master.

"Servant race?"

Jiang Ding chuckled lightly.

He had no more words.

"You, do you not trust our loyalty?"

Blood Bone Divine Monarch asked in a hoarse voice.

"If you remain strong always, the Blood Bone Skeleton clan's loyalty will be more sincere than the rules of the cosmic starry sky, and will never change."

"If you become weak… you will only fall at the hands of an even more terrifying existence."

"The Blood Bone Skeleton clan will not affect your Dao path."

He stated the facts.

"No,"

"I trust."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

"Then, your decision?"

The voices of Blood Bone Divine Monarch and Dark Soul Divine Monarch overlapped, now bright now dim, exceedingly eerie.

The Blood Dao rules and Soul Dao rules' law-net began to merge; under the pressure of near-death, they completely abandoned their mutual defenses, once again recalling the distant history of fighting side by side and sharing life and death in the Ancient God Dao era.

The survival potential of living beings was so terrifying, capable of achieving miracles they had never dared imagine before.

"My decision,"

"is to refuse."

Jiang Ding said quietly: "Two seniors, your deaths, and the deaths of all Dao Merging cultivators in this Ancient God Domain's starry sky who stand against the Immortal Gate, are the greatest loyalty to me."

"Please, two seniors, bloom with the brilliance of your entire lives."

"Then die."

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword swept out a ring of pitch-black ripples.

Within those ripples, the Prohibition Law rules spread forth, solidifying the four directions of space, freezing heaven and earth, even causing the Blood Dao, Soul Dao, and Heavenly Dao rule-law nets that had begun fusing—and whose aura was growing ever more terrifying—to grow rigid and sluggish beyond measure.

It was as if, between heaven and earth, some essential change had occurred in the very foundation of the Immortal Dao, in the Immortal Dao spiritual particles, making them more inert, and the world was beginning to enter

an era of Dharma's End where all Immortal Dao spirituality collapsed, and every place grew dim.

Prohibition Law Rule · Sword of Earth-Slaying!

This was one of the embryonic Immortal Art fruits comprehended from the Immortal Art Town-Air, a kind of halo ability that, like ripples, spread in all directions, causing all Xiu Shi Fa, sword arts, and illusion arts of cultivators other than the sword master to drop drastically, suppressing all power comprehensively by attacking from the very origin of heaven and earth.

"Still refusing?"

Blood Bone Divine Lord sighed softly.

Then, his voice instantly turned savage.

"Then die!"

"You damn sword cultivator dog-bastard!"

Blood Bone Divine Lord roared savagely.

In that instant, he burned his essence blood, burned his divine soul, and the already-dimmed Blood Prison Blade in his hand brightened once more, shining like flame across the four corners of the universe, radiating blood-light outward—yet it was suppressed layer upon layer by the black-yellow ripples, forcibly pinned down within a region of some thousand-plus kilometers, unable to further affect the outside world.

But, at this very moment, Dark Soul Divine Lord also made his decision.

He likewise burned everything.

The ghost burned everything, completely fusing with the blood skull; the blood skull's body rose section by section, swelling to several thousand meters in size, its entire form wreathed in ghostly-blue flames, the Soul Dao rule-law net and Blood Dao rule-law net merging perfectly together, emanating a terrifying pressure.

"Die!"

"Die!"

The Blood Soul Skull roared fiercely.

He slashed out a blade, its body ghostly-blue yet carrying blood-fire, channeling the power of the Blood Dao and Soul Dao Heavenly Dao law-nets; the projection of the River of Forgetfulness in the sky descended once more and underwent a tremendous change, growing clearer, transforming into a dazzling river-of-blood blade-light, using the power of the Heaven-Earth Myth Secret Realm as its blade, locking onto the souls of all living beings.

He was no longer borrowing the power of the River of Forgetfulness, but directly using the power of Forgetfulness itself, letting this terrible power seep into his own divine soul!

One must know, this power is the power of the departed!

At this very moment, these two Dao-Merging Divine Lords had plainly already died, death was certain beyond doubt; only their will remained behind in heaven and earth, and with their final strength, they slashed out a blade toward the life-and-death great enemy with whom they would not rest until one was slain.

This blade of the River of Forgetfulness, once slashed out, instantly entered the divine soul of the blue-clothed youth.