Chapter 1531: Sword Heir, Restore the Great Sun Sword Pavilion!

"You kid, your cultivation has improved again?"

"Hahaha, Elder, I wouldn't say improvement—just a bit of insight here and there, a bit of insight…"

Jiang Ding laughed heartily, chatting cheerfully with Master Canghai Zhenzun about development plans for stellar-class warships.

This had been the norm over these past years.

Thanks to the Immortal Sect's complete assimilation of the Ancient God Realm's many legacies and technologies, along with its access to heavenly treasures, minerals, and ecological safeguards across realms, the development of seventh-rank materials has advanced by leaps and bounds, accelerating the research of Dao-Union stellar-class warships—estimates suggest they will emerge within two thousand years.

The two chatted for a long while, then ended the communication as they always had.

Here in the Sun Abyss, sudden silence fell.

No laughter remained, nor any tidal fluctuations of spiritual energy from cultivation or sword refinement.

Everything had come to a halt.

Yet the Sun Abyss was still brilliantly luminous, its temperature tens of thousands of degrees—typical of a true star's surface.

Still, at this moment, a chilling sense of cold arose.

"Sigh…"

After a long while, Jiang Ding let out a soft sigh.

He himself did not know why he sighed.

"Lord of the Sword!"

"No—Sword Heir!"

Yue Ling of Dayang Dayang Tianchi appeared with a swift whisper, the ultimate know-it-all, always present everywhere.

She said with a sly grin: "They've grown deeply wary of you. You'd best not wander out freely lately—war could break out at any moment. History has seen more than a few incidents of accidental sparks igniting conflict."

"This is utterly unjust!"

"Unfair!"

"You haven't done a single thing wrong!"

Yue fumed: "How can a supreme powerhouse suffer such injustice? This violates the justice between realms! In my view, you should simply..."

"Wu wu wu…"

Before Yue could finish, Jiang Ding grabbed her, clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her as she squawked helplessly.

"Yue,"

"you're like a eunuch faction rebel whispering poison near the Emperor—stirring discord."

Jiang Ding smiled lightly.

She had accompanied him for nearly twenty thousand years, ever since childhood—deeply bonded, free to speak her mind, with no barriers between them.

"How is this stirring discord?"

"It's an objective fact!"

Yue declared confidently: "Besides, history shows many have succeeded—indeed, most have succeeded; failure is the rare coincidence."

"Sword Heir, the Eastern Pole Dongji Dongji Mo Men is useless now."

"Let's rebuild a Great Sun Sword Pavilion—"

"a brand-new Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the path closest to Immortality, where all will be happy…"

She exclaimed excitedly.

This creature had always been, and remained, the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion—never changed.

"That's impossible, Yue."

"The Immortal Sect and I are the closest to the True Immortal Path."

Jiang Ding smiled: "The Immortal Sect's understanding and growth rate of the Immortal Dao far surpasses any historical Great Sun Sword Pavilion. Besides, this is the sect I was born into and raised in—my emotions are rooted here. How could I ever destroy it?"

"Sword Heir, your personal resolve won't be enough."

"They're countless, they suspect you—just like how the Later Zhou Taizu Guo Wei and Later Han Emperor Liu Chengyou related. Your unilateral trust won't suffice."

Yue snorted: "When there are too many people, chaos follows—they can't be as rational as individual powerhouses. You'll eventually suffer for it."

In any organization or sect, imbalance of power and strength inevitably leads to internal chaos, conflict, and strife.

"No—I trust Yuan's ability."

"He will arrange our relationship properly. He will rein in those foolish fools who seek to go rogue. He won't do anything that hurts allies and helps enemies."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

The Immortal Sect's interests cannot be shaken.

Nor can mine!

This is the foundation of the Immortal Sect—it has never been, and never will be, the voluntary sacrifice of any individual, especially any powerhouse.

"Moreover,"

"even if Yuan loses control and others go rogue—Yue, do you really think I would lose control?"

"The Immortal Sect's grand scheme won't change."

Jiang Ding sneered: "The Immortal Sect belongs to its citizens. If anyone violates this principle, isn't my sword sharp enough? Can't I restore order?"

"Historically, internal strife, suspicion, and accidental sparks all stemmed from mutual distrust."

"Citizens are the Immortal Sect's citizens—this principle will never change."

"If anyone seeks to alter this principle—even Yuan—I will correct it, and return the Immortal Sect to the people's control!"

In this instant, he displayed the same cold indifference as Yuan.

Deep comradeship, deep teacher-student bonds—they mattered, but on matters of the Immortal Sect's constitutional principles, they could be set aside.

The citizen-owned Immortal Sect will never waver.

Whether the threat comes from outside, inside, or even Jiang Ding's own inner demon—he will correct it all.

"Yue, if you have the time, please devote more of it to the Great Sun lineage of the Youming Sword Heaven."

"To this day, the Great Sun lineage has yet to produce a cultivator who rivals the Light of Great Profound Inheritance, let alone a citizen of the Immortal Gate born as a Great Sun Sword Cultivator."

The coldness on Jiang Ding's face flashed and vanished as he joked.

"This is not the same, Sword Disciple."

Yue sighed.

"You have not yet entered your twilight years; I cannot cultivate a new Great Sun Sword Disciple, so naturally, I cannot compare with them."

She said with some distress: "Moreover, true Great Sun Sword Cultivators are basically impossible to become citizens of the Eastern Extreme Dongji Dongji Mo Men; the heavenly tribulation for ascension and immigration would kill them, and the more excellent they are, the faster they are killed."

"Let me think about it some more..."

In idle chat, Jiang Ding once again entered a state of cultivation.

The speed of refining the Taiqing Flying Sword's Great Sun Rule prohibition increased, as did the cultivation speed; however, what was most important now was nurturing the line of Chaos Dark Gold within the Taiqing Flying Sword, spreading the Great Sun Immortal Spirit Gold across the entire sword body of the Taiqing Flying Sword to complete its qualitative transformation.

With each breath, countless spiritual energies of heaven and earth, along with vast quantities of heavenly treasures and various synthesized spiritual metals, surged forth like a golden Tianhe in the universe, falling into Jiang Ding's hands, refined by the True Fire of the Sun surrounding him, and then merging into the Taiqing Flying Sword.

While refining the Great Sun Rule prohibition, the line of Chaos Great Sun Immortal Spirit Gold slowly spread across the entire sword body.

Time flowed leisurely; unknowingly, another thousand-plus years passed.

During these thousand years, Jiang Ding secluded himself single-mindedly, never leaving his retreat to avoid adding burden to the Immortal Gate's military defenses; every day he only cultivated, researched sword techniques, contemplated the structure of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, and devoted more effort to the Immortal Gate's star-class warships, hoping for the birth of the Immortal Gate's star-class Death Star warship.

At that time, the super warship Great Sun could advance, adding another force to face the Dao Disciples of the Upper Realm Immortal Sects.