Chapter 1512: Little Little Jiang Jiang Ding Zi

The shattered cosmic starry sky was recovering, the torn web of Heaven's Dao rules gradually drawing back together, and the heaven and earth damaged by the great battle returned to normal.

Eight great powers stood in the void, their expressions cold and indifferent.

In their hearts, however, there was a certain despondency and chill.

This ambush had been planned for several thousand years, arranged layer upon layer, concealing the workings of heavenly secrets and karmic ties, using sword cultivators' most primal desire for sword-duels and slaughter to lure the enemy into the preset battlefield, seizing every advantage.

In the battle, they had also exerted their full strength, without the slightest internal friction, even burning their essence blood and divine souls, employing life-risking secret arts, and were still heavily wounded to this day.

The price could not be called small.

Yet, this generation's Great Sun Sword Lord had still escaped.

After he escaped, in the future, his growth speed would surely far surpass everyone else's, reaching another height entirely—when he reached the peak of Refining Void, when he achieved Dao Merging…

All manner of terrifying futures—even a cultivator who understood nothing of heavenly secret arts could deduce them clearly.

Celestial Secret Divine Monarch, as the strongest practitioner of the heavenly secret Dao in this cluster of worlds, saw even more; he could even see how he himself would die, how he would fall, scene after scene as if about to happen in the very next moment, chilling the blood.

Not a shred of hope.

That future shrouded in endless darkness…

This stretch of starry sky was utterly silent, so quiet that even a needle's fall could be heard; even the omnipresent nether astral wind currents had vanished, long since frozen solid by the cold killing intent unconsciously radiating from the eight powerful beings.

"How about,"

"we slaughter the entire realm for fun, what do you say?"

The Shadow Demon Abyss great power suddenly laughed lightly, with an inexhaustibly bewitching and charming air: "Spread the fire of slaughter and war across the entire world cluster. Kill, kill, kill… kill every person under heaven, kill every living being under heaven."

"After I die, who under heaven cannot die?"

"Let's start right here…"

She growled lowly, eerie and frenzied, gazing coldly at the countless living beings of the Dark-Bright Realm.

The dark starry sky writhed, bulged, transforming into one shadow-ghost creature after another, each wielding a sharp blade, silently pouncing toward all the people in the world.

For a Dao Merging Divine Monarch, slaughtering an entire world was merely a matter of expending a bit of effort.

Just as those shadows were about to enter the world, they were blocked by a single verdant, dewy leaf, holding all the shadow-ghosts at bay, draping the world in a net of life, sheltering the living beings within.

"Seeking death!"

"You hypocritical wretch…"

The Shadow Demon Abyss great power whirled her head around, staring fixedly at that fairy-like graceful figure within the giant Taiyi Qingmu tree.

"You've gone a bit mad."

"But don't drag us down with you."

The Qingmuxian Sect great power said coolly: "Slaughtering a world will inevitably draw the world's resentment. I still have at least twelve thousand years to live,

and I'm not willing to go mad along with you."

"If you want to die, you can keep your distance from me—do it after I've gone."

She had always been utterly unassuming in the past, as warm and gentle as life itself, yet now there was not a trace of warmth in her words, no emotion any living being ought to possess.

"Hmph!"

The Shadow Demon Abyss great power gave a cold laugh, but said no more.

The six surrounding great powers were entirely uninterested in their dispute, silent and taciturn, no one knew what they were thinking.

"If,"

"the upper realm sect's ancestral court had already been utterly destroyed, and Ancestor Xuanbi had already died in battle, that would be wonderful…"

The Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace great power murmured.

When he was in the Nine Spirit Domain, he had not considered himself particularly strong, and even believed his strength was far inferior to the other sects' inheritance seeds—after all, suppressed by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion for so many years, and the Nine Spirit Domain being so barren, incapable of producing any decent powerful beings, a place like the countryside.

However, when he truly stepped out of the Nine Spirit Domain and arrived at the Ancient God Domain realm cluster, he suddenly discovered something entirely unexpected.

The other inheritance seeds might actually be very weak?

The Ancient God Domain, for a Dao Merging sect, was already considered rich and abundant!

One could no longer say that the barren heaven and earth had limited the growth of the inheritance seeds.

Yet, even a fully grown Heavenly Divine Palace—what of it?

Nothing more than this, pitifully weak!

This point, the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace great power clearly felt as he devoured the Heavenly God Divine Monarch, chewing him bit by bit, even crushing the bones, grinding the divine soul into powder with his teeth.

The paste the Heavenly God Divine Monarch had become still remained in his stomach; in at most another thousand years he could digest it completely, causing his foundation to grow by a large margin.

"Indeed,"

"if the Ancestor were dead, that would be wonderful…"

The Shadow Demon Abyss great power said with a fellow-feeling.

"Nonsense!"

"The Ancestor's lifespan is several hundred thousand years, and he can even slumber in self-seal—how could he possibly die?"

The Celestial Secret Divine Monarch said angrily.

"Right, you demonic heretics—this Divine Monarch is ashamed to keep your company!"

The Wuxingtian Sect great power said with righteous severity.

One after another, the great powers of the righteous immortal sects all cursed and expressed contempt, as if they had witnessed something that violated human ethics, exceedingly furious.

Only, within those curses, there seemed to be a faint trace of anticipation?

That legendary, final twilight inheritance gift from before the upper realm's near-immortal-level sect perished…

……

A stretch of cosmic starry sky separated by an immense distance from the Dark-Bright Realm.

This place had already completely departed from the Dark-Bright Sword Grotto-Heaven world cluster, arriving in a stretch of desolate, deathly still sky, very far from any Minor Thousand World, a barren desert of life, without any hea

Earth spiritual qi.

Boom!

On this day, a droplet of primordial chaos broke through the void from beyond the heavens, slamming into a meteorite the size of the moon, shattering it into a skyful of fragments that sprayed out in all directions of the cosmos, continuing to drift toward some distant, unknown place.

At the spot where the enormous meteorite had originally been, the chaotic droplet finally exhausted all of its kinetic energy and came to a halt.

The droplet was the size of a thumb; the atoms on its surface were arranged in perfect order, perfectly smooth, and from time to time flickered with the five-colored radiance of chaos. It was precisely the chaotic membrane that had granted it nearly zero frictional resistance, allowing it to traverse such a vast distance with relatively little force.

And now, this layer of chaotic membrane had finally reached its limit.

Bang!

The mottled, colorful chaotic membrane layer shattered, collapsing into a swirl of spiritual light that dispersed and vanished, revealing a curled-up living being the size of a thumb within.

He rested his head on his knees, wrapped both arms around his knees, and exerted himself to curl into the shape of a ball.

That is, only the size of a single thumb.

He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes like the stars, filled with a look of utter delight.

"Finally,"

"Finally escaped, and only got injured a little—not as miserable as last time."

The tiny Jiang Ding stretched out his four limbs, loosening his sinews and bones, and said with satisfaction: "Although ninety-eight percent of all my cells and divine soul were lost, my arms, brain, legs, hair, eyes, heart, meridians, dantian, sea of consciousness… every single part is still there, not a single bit damaged, every function perfectly intact."

"It should take five or six hundred years to recuperate."

"Not bad, not bad."

"Worthy of this lord of mine—swap in anyone else and ten thousand of them would die ten thousand deaths; not a single one could possibly survive even a little…"

He said, preening with self-satisfaction.