Chapter 1501: Northern Plains Great Sun Inheritance, Ascenders in Every Generation

Jiang Ding and the Bright Sword Lord discussed the Dao for a long time, unaware of the passage of time.

During this period, both sides carried out a detailed contemplation of the Great Sun Sword Dao and the Sun Sword Dao; each gained something, the auras around their bodies faintly rising and falling, both having made considerable progress.

In this process, the sword Dao foundations of both sides showed a certain degree of enhancement.

This is the mutual promotion process of two sword cultivation paths sharing the same origin, and also the meaning that appeared when the sect was first established — the Dao companion's Dao companion, that is where it comes from.

A companion of the Great Dao, one of the four great pillars of cultivation: wealth, companions, land, and technique.

Unknowingly, several decades passed.

Time flows on; no matter how wonderful a discussion of the Dao, there comes a day when it must end.

"This is where we shall leave it."

Jiang Dinglue glanced with a touch of sorrow at the Youming Sword Grotto-Heaven World Cluster so close at hand, then bowed deeply in salute: "Dao friend Bright Light, farewell from here."

"When we meet again another day, it shall be the moment you and I decide life and death."

"May Dao friend fare well on the road ahead."

His final words suddenly turned grim, killing intent spilling out on all sides.

Yet they also contained a trace of grief and sorrow, as if an old acquaintance were about to depart forever, never to be seen again, bidding him farewell.

"Dao friend Great Sun,"

"Fare well on your road; your kin and family, I shall take good care of them for you, have no worry."

The Bright Sword Lord also said with a smile in his voice.

The two exchanged a glance.

The scene suddenly fell still.

Beneath those four eyes, such was the resemblance — both so fierce with killing intent, and both bearing that supreme longing for a higher Sword Dao.

Suddenly,

"Hahaha…"

"Hahaha…"

Both men burst into laughter, then exchanged a salute, took their leave of each other, turned and departed, without the slightest reluctance.

……

The Dayang Dayang Tianchi was put away.

Jiang Ding truly appeared within the Youming Sword Grotto-Heaven World Cluster, concealing his form with the Six Paths of Reincarnation, his expression calm as he moved between the realms.

The youthful Materialist Sun continuously scanned in all four directions, probing on every side, step by step ruling out the possibility of an ambush set by the Badaxian Sect.

This generation's Great Sun Sword Lord possessed the most peak-level inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion; his flying sword had an almost instinctive intuition for finding the great powers of the Badaxian Sect, and added to that were the Xianzong's detection and search techniques, which could be called the most top-tier in the realms.

With these two combined, Jiang Ding had sufficient confidence that no great power of the Badaxian Sect could escape his notice.

This was the reason he had come here.

A sword cultivator possesses an intense desire for the Sword Dao, but that does not equate to seeking death; if he judged it to be a certain-death situation, Jiang Ding would absolutely never have come here.

Jiang Ding concealed his form, wandering between the realms.

Inch by inch of cosmic space, one Minor Thousand World after another was examined by him, and the scope of the examination was entirely random,

with no pattern whatsoever; the sword soul's sensitivity toward the great powers of the Badaxian Sect had reached its extreme, ready at every moment either for battle or for flight.

Jiang Ding was extremely patient.

He planned to spend several hundred years thoroughly examining the entire Youming Sword Grotto-Heaven World Cluster, and along the way survey the realm maps here, the mineral resources, and so on, laying the first foundation for the Xianzong's future march and construction.

"The Seventh Sword Dao Realm, Heavenly Sword…"

While scanning the starry skies of the realms, Jiang Ding's heart ceaselessly contemplated sword techniques above the Sword Spirit Realm — terrifying sword techniques in which every move and form could spontaneously draw the rules of heaven and earth to respond of their own accord.

Yes, this was the tremendous gain from discussing the Dao with the Bright Sword Lord.

His swordsmanship had advanced another step upward from the peak of the Sword Spirit Realm, drawing closer to the Heavenly Sword Realm; likewise, he supposed the progress of the Bright Sword Lord and the Taiyou Sword Lord was also considerable.

Jiang Ding greatly looked forward to the arrival of that moment.

……

The Northern Plains Lesser Realm.

The rumbling of thunder, the vast clouds covering the starry sky, and the terrifying spiritual pressure, the terrifying rule-thunder — all of this heralded one outcome.

After several thousand years, another generation's outstanding talent was ascending to the upper realm!

"Ever since the Tushan Old Ancestor, this realm has truly produced talent upon talent, with ascenders in every generation without end…"

Outside the world, several thousand Nascent Soul cultivators and several Soul Transformation cultivators of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting watched the tribulation crossing with rapt attention, and someone remarked with feeling.

Their eyes were full of longing, sharing in the honor.

"Ascension…"

The Darifa Sect Sect Master, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, had flame sword Qi swirling in his gaze, and longing arose in his heart: "I wonder if in the upper realm one can see the Sword Lord, see Senior Brother Lieyang, Senior Sister Bingxue — if I could slay them, that would be even better."

He seemed to possess firm confidence regarding ascending to the upper realm.

"The upper realm is no kind place."

Beside him stood a long-bearded elder, the Sect Master of the Darifa Sect, who lightly stroked his beard: "According to the inheritance that has most recently appeared in Master Tushan Zhongting, that place is subordinate true-sect territory under the upper realm's Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong and Qi Sect; they have always discriminated against ascenders from our lower realm, often capturing us to be their slaves and servants."

"Although there are arts for concealment and escape, it is still fraught with danger."

"So what if it is dangerous?"

"If we have the fortune to cultivate to the late stage of Soul Transformation, we will already be approaching the exhaustion of our lifespans; no amount of danger is more than dust."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun said indifferently.

It could be seen that these relatively younger Soul Transformation cultivators formed one small circle, while some older and more powerful Soul Transformation cultivators formed another.

Chun Chun Sanwa, Yeyue Canghai Tianjun, and Hei Hei Louxi stood together, quietly watching the young woman undergoing tribulation in the sky.

"Is she being too hasty?"

"Our Sovereign has only been transmitting the Dao for a little over five hundred years,

and yet it's so rushed…"

Chun Chun Sanwa said, somewhat puzzled.

"It's not early at all."

"Brother Chun, we are not like your Ginseng Spirit clan, with such long lifespans."

Hei Hei Louxi smiled and said: "You must understand, we are only at the late stage of Soul Transformation. If we are to cultivate to the peak of Soul Transformation, we still need a long stretch of time."

"This stretch of time can truly be called extremely rushed."

"Not only Fellow Daoist Gong, but even I myself will ascend in at most another two hundred years, success or failure aside—otherwise, there simply won't be much time left to break through to Refining Void."

No one spoke again; they held their breath and quietly observed the ceremony, serving as Dharma Protectors.

The rumbling thunder in the sky went on without pause, continuing for several decades before gradually fading away. The shattered space slowly healed, and the dark clouds of the Lei Gao Jie slowly dispersed.

'How did it turn out?'

A single question rose in everyone's heart.

Within those dispersing dark clouds, accompanied by the birth of five-colored auspicious clouds, heavenly flowers rained down in profusion, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, immortal cranes danced in the empty sky, golden boys and jade maidens cleared the way, and moreover a golden staircase to ascension appeared out of thin air, stretching down to the feet of a young girl in a white skirt.

She took one last look at the crowd, one last look at the world where she had been born and raised, then stepped onto the golden staircase to ascension and gradually vanished from sight.

"Another generation of ascending cultivators for our Sect!"

"Since the founding Patriarch of Tushan first opened the Dao, this is already the sixth ascender. The Sect's lineage is supreme and wondrous, far surpassing the ancient Cultivation World…"

The historian of Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting raised his brush and wrote down a line.

That very day, Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting issued a general amnesty throughout the realm and held a grand celebration. Countless Master Tushan Zhongting cultivators laughed and sang, seeing off yet another generation of an ascending Ancestor.

If the lineage of Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting were not broken by external force, today's ascender would certainly not be the last generation of ascenders. Every few thousand years, there would surely be an outstanding figure ascending to the upper realm, becoming another tendril of the Great Sun lineage.