Chapter 1546: The Invincible Great Sun Sword Lord

The Heavenly Being's remnant body was sliced into fragments across the sky by the Taiqing flying sword!

Boundless Great Sun Destruction sword qi wrapped around these fragments, like refining divine metals of heaven and earth, madly gnawing and devouring the shattered bones, grinding away and slaying their essence; even a Heavenly Being's body would be worn down to nothing beneath the Great Sun's will of destruction, every shred of vitality erased, soul and spirit annihilated together.

A Heavenly Being's vitality was fading away!

Now that he was no longer whole, no longer possessed the might of a Heavenly Being, the terrifying power of the Spiritless Cosmos to grind away spiritual energy revealed itself without a doubt—any high-energy substance must inevitably transform toward a state of low entropy.

This is a law of the universe that cannot be defied; even Heavenly Beings, or even Jiang Jiang Jinxian-level powerhouses, can only delay it, never change it.

But now, these Heavenly Being bone fragments could not even manage to delay it!

Like ink dropped into water, like water flowing downhill, the high-energy essence of these Heavenly Beings wildly dissipated—impossible to stop, impossible to change; every method of escape and reincarnation lost all use in the Spiritless Cosmos.

The fate of this Heavenly Being's remnant body was already sealed.

"Truly, each generation of Jiangshan brings forth new talents, each leading the world for several hundred years…"

"Haha, hahaha!"

From within the shattered bone fragments, streams of spiritual light accelerated their dissipation, threads of dim reincarnation lines interweaving, forming a terrifying, towering figure.

This was the final afterglow, yet so utterly real and unfeigned.

As if dreaming back to a distant past—a Domain Overlord who had endured endless hardship to finally grow, slaughtering every alien Heavenly Being, achieving the glorious hegemony of the human race in the Ancient God Domain—at such a moment, so full of high spirits, looking down on all the heroes of the world.

"Old thing, this sovereign says you are going to die."

"Therefore, you will die."

The Great Sun Sword Lord gazed at the towering figure whose aura grew ever vaster, his joy mounting, a savage grin spreading across his face.

"No,"

"the cultivator who dies in this era will be you."

The Ancient God said calmly.

His body was so solid, his skin rosy, his qi and blood abundant, every strand of hair black as ink, robust and powerful, as if he had returned to the prime of his vigorous years.

Boom!

At this moment, the Ancient God Ancestor took a step forward.

This step was not the first step, but the continuation of the fourth step never before taken—the fourth step of the Immortal-God Slaughter Scroll of the Primeval Age!

In that instant, across the starry skies of the universe's domains, ghastly winds howled, and blood rained from the heavens!

Endless wailing, shrill roars, boundless grief—the anguished howls of immortals and gods on the ancient battlefield seemed to pierce through the endless river of cosmic time, truly descending into this era, arriving before all living beings, letting the creatures of this age know what they had once endured.

The Ancient God Ancestor's aura surged violently!

Boom!

Yet he did not pause, taking yet another step; beneath his feet, a Six Paths of Reincarnation world

sprang into being, the wheel of reincarnation ceaseless, drawing in a stretch of tragic time from the primeval past.

The fifth step of the Six Paths of Reincarnation!

"Kill…"

A faint yet utterly real, anguished roar from the distant past.

The instant this voice appeared, hundreds of millions of blood-colored sword lights crossed endless years along with the voice and descended; in this stretch of heaven and earth, countless sword qi fell like rain, blanketing the entire realm.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Hundreds of millions of blood-colored sword lights slaughtered all living beings of heaven and earth, remaking the great Dao of the world!

"This is…"

Jiang Ding's hair stood on end as he looked at these blood-tide sword lights flying forth from primeval time, from the Immortal-God Battlefield.

Boom!

These blood-tide sword lights seemed to cross through time itself, pouncing toward him; in an instant they sliced him into a thousand pieces, blasting him back tens of thousands of kilometers, blood spewing from his mouth, his whole body covered in wounds.

Then, these blood-tide sword lights vanished without a trace.

These blood-tide sword lights were merely a slight change born from the aura of the Immortal-God Battlefield scroll—in truth, they did not truly come from the primeval era.

The light of fresh blood filled the space between heaven and earth, and following close upon it came a stretch of battlefield, enveloping the blue-clothed youth, leaving him no escape.

"Change, change…"

Jiang Ding gradually adapted to this scene that completely defied common sense.

The essence blood and sword soul on his body burned fiercely in his chest, a frenzied killing intent surging within his heart, yet not affecting his reason in the slightest; he merely gazed calmly at this brand-new Immortal-God Slaughter Battlefield scroll.

Compared to before, this scroll now possessed a trace of liveliness.

Just a trace—in this deathly still scroll, an extremely faint trace of liveliness had appeared.

Jiang Ding's gaze fell upon the most remote corner of the Immortal-God Slaughter Battlefield scroll, a corner utterly lacking any protagonist's brilliance, inconspicuous, without a shred of light, a corner that one could easily overlook at a single glance.

This was not any concealment technique; it was simply smallness.

The sole living being within this remote corner of the scroll was far, far too small compared to the immortals and gods slaughtering each other on the battlefield.

She was a black-skirted woman with hair down to her waist, snow-white skin, and a veil over her face; such women were everywhere on the battlefield, identical in appearance, their eyes clear to the very bottom.

They formed battle arrays to fight, clashing with countless human and demon enemies, even ganging up in groups to battle a single immortal or god.

The battle array of this one black-veiled maiden was torn apart, blood spraying across the sky; she was ripped open and slaughtered by an immortal-god, countless severed limbs raining down. She had already lost her battle array, her companions, yet she did not stop fighting, alone brandishing her long sword to slash at another unknown living being outside the Immortal-God Slaughter Battlefield scroll.

The sole faint trace of liveliness in the Immortal-God Slaughter Scroll came from her.

No,

to be precise, from the blood sword she wielded in her hand—

it came.

A trace of faint liveliness appeared upon her sword; a blood-colored sword light, drawn forth by the Ancient God's Six Paths of Reincarnation, crossed the long river of time and entered the eyes of the most brilliant sword-path prodigy of the Ancient God Domain in this era, causing everything between heaven and earth to fall suddenly silent.

Heaven and earth plunged into sudden darkness.

Only this single sword-light remained—this one sword-light, crimson, spinning and folding, brimming with countless profound wonders, leaping and dancing through the void like a sprite, until at last it became a blood-red lotus that descended from the heavens and imprinted itself upon the heart of the Great Sun Sword Lord.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword hummed softly, expressing its boundless joy.

"Haha,"

"Hahaha…"

"Hahahaha…"

The Great Sun Sword Lord suddenly burst into wild, frenzied laughter.

"Old thing!"

"Before you die, are you truly going to bestow upon this Sovereign a heaven-defying fortune?"

"Good, good, good—wonderful!"

"This Sovereign will remember you. In the days to come, this Sovereign will surely find every last remnant of your celestial body and thank you piece by piece. I shall never forget the grand gift you have given me today!"

Jiang Ding was so excited his soul trembled, so overjoyed he was on the verge of fainting.

He saw it!

This sword—this sword from the Immortal-God Battlefield of the Primeval Age—contained terrifyingly profound mysteries of the Sword Dao, the ultimate principles of the Sword Dao, and yet it had crossed endless time, granting one the qualification to gaze upon it rather than dying instantly.

What is this?

This is a heaven-defying Sword Dao fortune!

So long as he could survive—survive beneath this one sword—his Seventh Sword Dao Realm, the Heaven Sword Realm, would surely advance by leaps and bounds; a great breakthrough was certain.

The prerequisite was—survive!

"Hahaha…"

Clang!

Amid the radiance of the entire solar system, a youth in blue robes was burned to white bone by endless flames, his flesh and blood reduced to ash, leaving only a skeleton behind.

At the very end,

In the instant he drew his sword from its sheath, even the white bone scattered and crumbled away.

Only a single flying sword remained, bearing the light of the entire solar system—boundlessly scorching, boundlessly resplendent—appearing between heaven and earth. The Materialist Sun Sword Soul's fighting spirit shook the heavens and the earth, the four corners of the universe.

"Sword Soul · Materialist!"

The Great Sun Sword Lord's sword soul within that endless radiance roared.

Materialist!

The sole characteristic of the contemporary Great Sun Sword Lord's Materialist Sun Sword Soul: it forcibly generates a thread of inert fundamental spiritual particles upon any spiritual thing in the world; what it severs must die.

At this life-and-death moment, the Materialist Sun Sword Soul blazed with boundless light!

That sword-light flying in from the Primeval Battlefield—a crimson lotus, nimble and leaping, imbued with endless killing intent, slaughtering all above and below—now bizarrely manifested a black-grey thread of nothingness. All the spiritual particles upon this thread

instantly fell into inertia, causing the blood lotus to sway unceasingly and pause for a moment.

The Great Sun Sword Lord's sword soul instantly dimmed beyond compare.

Using the characteristic of the Materialist Sun Sword Soul against such a terrifying attack cost him an enormous price!

And the black-grey thread of nothingness formed by that price was also flickering, struggling to break free—in another fraction-of-a-billionth instant, it would surely break free.

Materialist, when faced with higher-tier experts, is not invincible!

"Enough, enough…"

"This Sovereign's great Dao fortune…"

Jiang Ding roared madly.

That fraction-of-a-billionth instant was rendered in perfect clarity before his eyes, seized with absolute certainty.

He no longer possessed a body. His sword soul had poured itself into his life-bound flying sword; the two had merged completely into one, becoming a Sun Sword-light of endless radiance, gathering the light of the entire solar system, and slashing toward the blood lotus in the sky with the strongest sword of his life—the final sword that would decide life and death.

Clang!

The sword, drawn from its sheath.

The Heaven and Earth Solar Divine Ring snapped and collapsed, merging into the flying sword. Six worlds of unending reincarnation emerged; within each world dwelt a flying sword—the prototype of the Sword of Metal-Destruction, the prototype of the Sword of Wood-Destruction, the prototype of the Sword of Earth-Destruction, the prototype of the Sword of Water-Destruction, the prototype of the Sword of Fire-Destruction, and the final world of Sword Dao rules.

The union of these six swords was the crystallized peak of the Great Sun Sword Lord's lifelong Sword Dao wisdom—the prototype of a Sword Immortal art he had been contemplating since childhood.

The Six Paths of Heaven and Earth Reincarnation Sword of Five-Element Destruction!

"Kill!"

Jiang Ding roared in fury.

He would surely be victorious!

He must be victorious!

In this instant, the Great Sun Sword Lord cast aside every thought a living being should possess, leaving only pure Sword Dao will.

With supreme sincerity, he merged with his life-bound flying sword, becoming a terrifying sword-light that shattered the Six Paths of Heaven and Earth and the Five Elements. In that fraction-of-a-billionth instant, he slashed straight through the black-grey thread of nothingness upon the blood lotus.

Clang!

A crisp, pleasant sound of sword blades colliding—exquisitely melodious.

The nimble blood lotus—the blood lotus that had flown from the Immortal-God Battlefield of the Primeval Age, imbued with endless killing intent, slaughtering all beings of heaven and earth—thus grew rigid, frozen in the starry sky of the universe.

Behind this beautiful blood lotus,

a Profound Gold flying sword, pitted and scarred, its blade full of notches and jagged edges, stood rigid, its spiritual light dimmed to the extreme.

The result—what of it?

Every cultivator of the Immortal Sect held their breath.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha…"

A frenzied, wild laughter burst forth from that Dark-Gold Flying Sword, whose aura was now utterly spent, shaking heaven and earth.

"A technique of the Heavenly Being foundation — is that all it amounts to!"

"A sword of the Immortal-God Battlefield, an Immortal-

God Battlefield powerhouse's projection cast across time — is that all it amounts to!"

"This Sovereign is invincible beneath the heavens! Who can stand against This Sovereign? Who? Hahahaha…"

"Ah~ hahahahaha…"

The Dark-Gold Flying Sword laughed wildly, frenzied.

It swayed and staggered as it flew toward the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect fleet, every now and then plummeting down through the starry cosmos, only to struggle back up again. Even gone mad, it still knew the way home — clever to the extreme.

Behind it, heaven and earth were utterly still.

The Blood Lotus did not move; the Immortal-God Slaughter Battlefield scroll painting did not move; the Ancient God Patriarch in his prime did not move — frozen stiff, stripped of every trace of life, stripped of every glimmer of spirit-light, no longer bearing any terrifying might, ordinary as clay, wood, or stone.

Whooosh~

A gust of wind blew past.

All of these things, every last scroll painting, crumbled away into a skyful of spirit-light.

Within them, the Ancient God Patriarch's Heavenly Being remnant body — both spirit and soul utterly destroyed!