Chapter 1478: Three Swords

A grass dragon with a wingspan of several thousand meters plummeted through the starry sky.

On his Shanfeng-like body, there were a total of two thousand six hundred and twenty-seven wounds; at the sites of the wounds, scales had cracked and the rules were severed.

The immortal dragon body, famous throughout the realms, a body of the indestructible life rule, showed no sign of indestructibility; it lay cold and lifeless, having lost all vitality.

Theoretically, this should not be so.

Cultivators who practice the life rule possess extremely tenacious and terrifying vitality; even if their bodies are smashed to powder and turned into dregs, they can instantly restore themselves. Weapons, fire, ice... no method can destroy them, let alone a dragon body, which has always been renowned for its solidity and indestructibility.

Yet, this matter that completely defies the theories of the Immortal Dao occurred just like this.

This dragon body of the Grass Dragon Divine Lord was struck by two thousand six hundred and twenty-seven sword slashes; the final slash pierced in at the heart and emerged through the skull, destroying all vitality.

His divine soul had long since been slashed into fragments by the power of the sword soul, not even a single microscopic particle of divine soul remaining.

Clang!

The twisted golden-silk sword light flew off the Grass Dragon Divine Lord's skull, restored to the form of a three-foot flying sword, returned to the side of the youth in green robes, and sheathed itself.

Sword drawn, enemy dead!

"Early-stage Dao Integration is indeed a bit weak..."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

He reached out and beckoned; a reverse scale beneath the Grass Dragon Divine Lord's skull detached, flew toward him, and fell into his hand. It was dark green like jade, shimmering with the spiritual light of the life rule, clearly a heavy treasure.

This was the Grass Dragon Divine Lord's storage treasure.

Jiang Ding formed a hand seal, projecting a series of runes that fell onto the Grass Dragon Divine Lord's body, shrinking it, before storing it within his storage jade pendant.

This is the good thing about the Demon Race.

Their bodies are the finest heavenly materials and earthly treasures, usable for refining pills, forging artifacts, and producing raw materials for certain warships; one could say their entire bodies are treasures. Unlike human cultivators, whose main gains lie in artifacts, their primary gains lie here.

"Money has increased a bit more."

Jiang Ding felt somewhat satisfied.

However, do not think that because his current wealth is great, it is actually sufficient.

Taiqing Flying Sword, a treasure of Dao Integration!

Once the process of refining the Taiqing Flying Sword begins, no matter how many seventh-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures there are, they will not be enough; the consumption will be as vast as mountains and seas, because it requires forging a foundation near the Immortal level, with the ultimate goal even being an Immortal foundation.

The Six Realms Reincarnation Battlefield contracted once more; within its interior, spells of earth, fire, water, and wind flashed, eliminating all karmic traces and magic power auras.

This starry sky returned to its original state of tranquility, with no changes whatsoever.

Jiang Ding's escape light flashed, and he set out once more.

Following the guidance of the Central Array Spirit

Computer, he traveled to one location after another, waiting.

The fifth time, the Lantern Small Realm, nothing.

The sixth time, the Swamp Small Realm, nothing.

The seventh time, the Cloud-Mist Veil Small Realm; this time it was a beautiful female cultivator from the Painted Skin Peak of the Demon God Sect.

She looked at the youth in green robes before her with surprise and doubt.

"Little brother Great Sun Sword Disciple..."

"It has been a long time."

The Painted Skin Divine Lord smiled charmingly, her soul-stealing allure captivating; her body resembled overlapping mountain ranges, with peaks rising and falling, radiating astonishing charm: "Why not come visit Painted Skin Peak, little brother?"

"I will serve you as my master, waiting for the day you ascend to the Heavenly Human realm and achieve a great feat like that of the Ancient Divine Ancestor."

"At that time, would it not be delightful for us to be an immortal couple?"

Around this woman, an Illusion Realm also manifested, covering all directions; shadowy figures formed a world.

In this world, scholars, the imperial court, Constables, merchants, farmers... all kinds of worldly smoke and fire appeared; it seemed every person was her, yet also seemed every person was not her, extremely eerie.

"Mid-stage Dao Integration."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

"Senior Painted Skin, I will give you three moves."

"These three moves will not change in any way."

"If you can survive these three moves... I will praise you, and then give you one more sword strike."

"Oh?"

The Painted Skin Divine Lord was slightly stunned.

"The only difference is that Painted Skin Peak will be recognized for its value; after executing all guilty cultivators, Painted Skin Peak will become one of the secondary civilizations of the Immortal Gate, and its ranking will be higher, because you have proven its value."

"I wonder, what is your opinion?"

Jiang Ding explained seriously.

"Three moves?"

"This is too funny, little brother."

The Painted Skin Divine Lord showed an amused expression: "Little brother, if you ascend to Dao Integration in the future, it might be possible, but now? You should return to Painted Skin Peak with me; I will treat little brother well..."

Hum!

A terrifying sword soul will descended.

This sword soul will was domineering, destructive, rule-annihilating, cutting down everything, suppressing the heavens and earth, covering the entire starry sky; there was not a single place that could be exempted.

"This..."

The Painted Skin Divine Lord could no longer smile.

Her heart grew cold, and she decisively turned to flee.

Instantly, the Illusion Realm world around her collapsed; within it, billions of living beings, merchants, farmers, the Emperor, Constables, peddlers... and everyone else, vivid and lifelike, fled in all directions, above and below, surging like a tide; it seemed every one of them was the Painted Skin Divine Lord, yet also seemed every one of them was.

In fact, this is the truth.

This is the Demon God—

The supreme Mi Fa of the Painted Skin Peak lineage of the sect, the Hundred Lifetimes Reincarnation Escape Art. As long as a single phantom escapes, the Painted Skin Divine Lord can ultimately flee. Though her magic power and cultivation will inevitably plummet, after spending several thousand years she will surely recover to her original state. It is a top-tier escape secret art.

Even a peak Dao-Combining cultivator might not be able to slay her.

Clang!

Between the realms, the hum of swords lingered long.

Jiang Ding stood within the Six Paths Reincarnation World.

He looked toward the countless human figures in this stretch of starry sky, and casually struck out with a sword. As the sword emerged, the sun rose in the east. After three eighteen-fold accelerations through the Six Paths Reincarnation, it transformed into twelve thousand two hundred and eighty golden flying swords, forming a Radiant Sword Formation that descended upon the world.

The twelve thousand two hundred and eighty flying swords wove through the air, in an instant simultaneously striking out hundreds of swords, thousands upon thousands of swords.

Sword qi crisscrossed; the crushing pressure of the Destruction Sword Dao permeated the entire stretch of starry sky.

"Ah!"

"Spare my life! I am only a mere scholar…"

"I beg you, Immortal Lord…"

Under the countless sword lights, one figure after another appeared vivid and lifelike, as though possessing fresh, living lives. Only to see blood spray flying, severed limbs and broken arms—in the blink of an eye, every single figure across the entire stretch had been swept clean away, utterly destroyed.

Several billion figures—no matter where they were, no matter what escape art they used—not a single one escaped.

"First sword."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

After the several billion phantoms died, in an instant, boundless black qi rose within the realm, transforming into hundreds of millions of vengeful ghosts that cursed and roared as they came. Hundreds of millions of living beings wept, wailed, and harbored hatred.

"Why did you kill me?"

"My entire family…"

"Kill you, kill you…"

These are Curse-Killing Ghosts!

They instantly pierced through space, pierced through rules, pierced through the protection of sword qi and magic treasures, possessing extremely strong penetrative power. In an instant they appeared within Jiang Ding's sword soul, madly gnawing at his entire divine soul.

Clang!

Within the Materialist Sun Sword Soul, the light of the sun shone upon all!

The scorching, annihilating, law-destroying sword light illuminated the entire sea of consciousness, destroying all living beings. No matter how much hatred, no matter how much resentment, all were swept clean away, reduced to dust—utterly fragile, unable to resist in the slightest.

This divine soul attack was too fragile for a sword cultivator; there was no suspense whatsoever.

"Second sword."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

His gaze pierced through tens of thousands of kilometers of star river, landing upon a place deep within a spatial layer that was desperately dodging and concealing its aura. His gaze was like the light of the sun, clearly illuminating and revealing the figure of an enchanting female cultivator.

"Stop!"

"Sword Son—no, Sword Lord Your Highness, spare my life…"

The Painted Skin Divine Lord's face turned deathly pale. Utterly terrified, she pleaded: "This servant is willing to submit, willing to become—

a slave, a servant, willing to follow your will, to build for you a great sect that surpasses the ancient Divine Dao of the past…"

"I beg you, Sword Lord…"

For the sake of her life, she made many compromises.

Unfortunately, she was not born in the Nine Spirit Domain; otherwise she would not have wasted such time.

Clang!

The sun rose in the east, passed through the Six Paths Reincarnation, and transformed into a twisted golden virtual line—the embryonic form of the Gold-Destroying Sword, the sword art with the longest birth time that accompanied the Sword Lord throughout his life.

This golden sword light sliced through an illusory skin-membrane magic treasure, flashing past the Painted Skin Divine Lord's waist in an instant.

"Third sword."

Jiang Ding said quietly.

The Painted Skin Divine Lord's pleading, ravishing face stiffened.

Immediately, at her waist, a golden sword light emerged, bisecting her. The flesh and blood within turned to ash; her divine soul was utterly destroyed.

Only a single resilient humanoid skin membrane remained preserved.

Following the netherworld gale wind of the realm, it blew and drifted away.