Chapter 1541

Two Domain Sovereigns laughed, discussing the past and present, in perfect harmony.

Like a sacred sword duel of sword cultivators?

No.

He observed the battlefield closely.

He discovered that the Heavenly Dao rule-net of the Great Sun Sword Master was frantically searching for the power of the Ancient God Ancestor, causing distortions in specific directions, and constantly drawing the light of stars and suns from the spiritless universe to descend here, so that the entire Blue Star, the Moon, Jupiter, Mars, and other planets lost all their light.

All the light converged upon his body but did not manifest outwardly; only his hair gradually became crystalline.

At the Thousand-Armed Ancient Demon, similarly, dark and obscure powers were gathering invisibly, suppressing the soul-seizing resistance of the central array-spirit computer within, while frantically adapting to the terrifying physical laws of high-energy matter dispersion in the spiritless universe outside.

Such delay, who would it benefit more?

These two Domain Sovereigns, who had undergone countless life-and-death battles, perhaps each held their own view of extreme confidence.

"What a pity, young friend."

"Your origins and opportunities far exceed those of me at the Void Refining stage back then; if you ascend to the Heavenly Man realm, this old man should not be your match."

The Ancient God Ancestor regretted it immensely.

"It is just a pity that your luck must end here; merely mid-stage Void Refining... truly such a pity."

"However, young friend, you need not regret."

"Has young friend ever heard of this old man's reincarnation technique?"

He asked.

"Senior, I have not."

"Please explain a little to this junior."

Jiang Ding smiled and said.

"This reincarnation technique was created by this old man."

"Young friend, in the future you will be reborn as this old man, becoming part of this old man."

The Ancient God Ancestor looked at the green-robed youth before him, his gaze filled with affection: "Your extreme power of the Six Realms Reincarnation will certainly not end here; it will continue, becoming part of this old man, continuing on."

"Our Human Race will become ever stronger, existing eternally."

"Existing eternally..."

"Existing..."

The voice was dreamlike and illusory, hazy and indistinct, spreading throughout the entire heaven and earth.

Jiang Ding looked up.

He saw ripples appear across the entire heaven and earth, as if a canvas was being rolled up, revealing a vast expanse of darkness; his mind grew heavy and drowsy, sinking uncontrollably.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes again.

He could remember nothing; he found himself in a farmer's chicken coop, a large rooster with bright feathers, already grown for over a year.

From the chick stage, he had been exceptionally strong, defeating one rooster after another, even once defeating a dog and three cats, pecking them until they yelped, becoming the rooster king of this farmyard; all other roosters dared not strut proudly before him.

He was proud and satisfied with this, then felt boredom, and began to ponder how to advance further.

"It is time for slaughter..."

At this moment, a voice faintly appeared, and a tall figure materialized.

This tall figure fed him as usual, teased the rooster as usual, and the rooster pecked at the food as usual.

Then, this tall figure suddenly grabbed his neck.

Then, the tall figure suddenly grabbed him by the neck.

The rooster sensed something amiss; this tall figure who had fed him since childhood and made him feel secure suddenly erupted with immense malice.

He tried to break free, but the strength at his neck was terrifying, far exceeding that of the small dog and cats he had once defeated; struggling was useless.

He tried to break free, but the grip on his neck was terrifyingly powerful—far beyond the little dogs and cats he had once defeated—and his struggling was utterly useless.

"Just doesn't put on flesh, wasting grain..."

The tall figure muttered and complained.

Plucking feathers, slitting the throat, draining the chicken blood; his movements were skilled, with no unnecessary motion, and not a single drop of precious chicken blood spilled.

The rooster's soul throbbed with pain like needles, plunging completely into darkness.

The rooster spirit soul was pierced with searing agony, and it plunged completely into darkness.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes again.

He did not know what 'Jiang Ding' was or what it meant; he only instinctively knew he was this.

He did not know what 'Jiang Ding' was, or what meaning it carried; he only instinctively knew that this was himself.

This time, he became a small crocodile hatched on a beach by a female crocodile, just breaking out of its shell, living in a pond; occasionally, a hazy tall figure would throw in food, feeding him and a group of small crocodiles; there was little pressure of wild survival, and each day was just eating, drinking, sleeping, and fighting with other small crocodiles.

He likewise displayed strength far surpassing the other small crocodiles, ruling as king.

After spending several months, when he began to look beyond the pond to the world outside, a shadow of a vulture flashed across the sky; the next moment, an eagle's sharp talon pierced his body, and its sharp beak pecked through his skull.

After he had spent several months there and was beginning to gaze out at the world beyond the pond, the shadow of a vulture flashed across the sky—and the next instant, an eagle's sharp talons pierced his body, and its pointed beak pecked open his skull.

Faintly, he heard someone cursing loudly: "My crocodile! This damn wildlife protection! Who will compensate me..."

In a haze, he heard someone cursing loudly: "My crocodile—damn this wildlife protection, who's going to pay me back…"

Thus, again and again.

Jiang Ding sometimes became a pig in a farm, sometimes a beef cattle, sometimes a meat dog, sometimes a sheep, sometimes a domestic rabbit...

Whatever livestock humans had raised, he had experienced.

Each time, before reaching adulthood, he was sent to slaughter; even with great potential, he died before even reaching maturity, utterly unable to manifest anything.

Time and again, before they could reach adulthood, they were sent to the slaughterhouse; even with immense potential, dying before ever reaching maturity meant they could never manifest anything.

What happened seemed to symbolize something.

Again and again.

No one knew how many years had passed; Jiang Ding had experienced ten reincarnations, twenty, ninety... ninety-nine. Each reincarnation was so brief, each slaughter was excruciatingly painful, and in the darkness, something of utmost importance was stolen.

The one hundredth time.

This time, Jiang Ding became a carp.

He grew in the pond, reaching dozens of jin in size within two years. A fisherman arrived, a net precisely covered over him, and he was scooped ashore.

"My grandson has good fortune!"

The old fisherman struck the fish's head with a knife, saying affectionately.

Ding!

This time, however, it was not as smooth as before.

The blade struck the fish's head, sparking like sword intent, and the blade was repelled.

"This fish..."

The old fisherman was stunned.

"Senior,"

"Is this fun?"

The carp's eyes fixed on the fisherman, speaking quietly.

The old fisherman suppressed his dazed, shocked expression and fell silent.

"This Lord's sword soul is indestructible."

"This Lord governs the Sword Dao of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, the Sword Dao that breaks laws and suppresses the Sun."

"This Lord resides in the Spiritless Universe of my homeland, where physical constants and laws remain unchanged; do you possess the slightest ability to alter them?"

The carp said indifferently.

"You do not,"

"You cannot alter the physical laws of the Spiritless Universe, for there are no rules here."

"Since there are none, this Animal Realm reincarnation is merely trivial, like a joke. You... truly should not have chosen to come here, to the location of the Central Array Spirit Computer's mainframe."

In the carp's pupils, a small figure of a youth in green robes appeared; he had easily broken free from the Great Art of Animal Realm Reincarnation cast by the remnant soul of a Heavenly Being, his hand resting on the sword hilt.

He drew his sword.

Clang!

Amidst the clear, lingering sound of the sword, the sun rose, illuminating all things, tearing apart the entire realm of reincarnation.

Cosmic time returned to its original state; the world, based on natural physical laws of the universe, made materialism the sole truth of heaven and earth.

Crack!

In that instant, the Lord of the Thousand-Armed Demon turned deathly pale; hundreds of arms snapped one by one, revealing them falling into the cosmic starry sky, turning to ash, and the Demon Lord's aura plummeted significantly.

Deep within the sea of consciousness entangled with the Central Array Spirit Computer, the battlefield of the divine soul also tilted, and the program logic of the Central Array Spirit Computer partially recovered.