Chapter 1565: The Nine Dao Children of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Surrender and Sue for Peace

Great Sun Heavenly Pool · Sun Abyss.

"Probably another thousand-plus years, and I can advance to late-stage Void Refinement…"

Jiang Ding silently cultivated for a moment, estimating.

One round of fine-tuning rule Nirvana had brought earth-shaking changes to both his Shen Hun He Fa and his magic body, greatly increasing his cultivation speed—far faster than his previous estimate.

This kind of steady, step-by-step cultivation speed was a matter of course for a Dao Child and not worth paying too much attention to.

Jiang Ding's gaze rested more on the second fine-tuning rule Nirvana.

A Void Refinement Dao Child could perform fine-tuning at most three times—three times beyond the limit of a Harmony-of-Dao Divine Lord—and this was the key to his future, the greatest possibility of becoming a Jiang Jiang Jinxian-level powerhouse.

"Second rule fine-tuning success rate: sixty point three percent."

Jiang Ding frowned.

Compared to the first time's one hundred percent, this time was far too low.

Forget sixty percent—even ninety percent, even ninety-nine point nine percent, would be utterly untrustworthy, because what came after affected life itself!

A Dao Child of a Great Thousand World must have one hundred percent certainty; this was instinct, this was qualification and ability!

Right here, the Dao Children of the Upper Realm's Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong had once again pulled ahead.

"Inheritance…"

Jiang Ding murmured.

He knew what he was missing.

The Upper Realm Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Children possessed Jiang Jiang Jinxian-level scriptures, carrying all manner of inheritances upon them—inheritances that, step by step, reached Jiang Jiang Jinxian-level. This was something he completely lacked. The inheritances of the Sun Moon Sword Pavilion and the Youming Sword Cave Heaven only reached the peak of Heaven-Human; that was the limit.

"However,"

"there's no need for discouragement."

The loss in Jiang Ding's heart flashed and vanished, and calm was restored once more: "Research step by step, explore bit by bit—my Immortal Gate and I will find the answer. That's how it's always been."

"Ten thousand years, tens of thousands, or even more will pass;"

"an entire civilization, the unceasing accumulation of effort and wisdom from countless prodigies and heroes—one day, surely, the Jiang Jiang Jinxian path will be broken through…"

On this point, the Great Sun Sword Lord and many Immortal Gate cultivators held intense confidence.

With the Central Array Spirit Computer present, with the countless citizens of the entire Immortal Gate, what hardship or obstacle ahead could not be overcome?

Only time could not be guaranteed.

Was there any way to accelerate?

This question rose in his heart, and an answer came at once.

"This Lord,"

"needs an opponent…"

Jiang Ding murmured.

His gaze was blood-red and scorching—whether it was the Great Sun bloodthirst instinct or his own will, he did not know.

"Best of all would be a battle against the Heavenly Sword Sword Child, the Taiyin-Taiyang Sword Child—no inheritance needed, I will surely find the path and direction from them.

Even if I'm no match, even if I lose and flee, that would be fine.

This Lord truly isn't picky…"

"What a pity, truly a pity."

"The Upper Realm's Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong is really too lacking in martial virtue, not the slightest bit—last time it gave This Lord a psychological shadow. Without the ability to conceal myself before Heaven-Human cultivators, it's really not safe to go back, or I'll easily die."

Jiang Ding sighed long and sank back into cultivation and thought.

Just like that—cultivating, comprehending the Sun rules, constantly calculating how to fine-tune the Sun rules, refining flying swords, participating in the Immortal Gate's various research projects—time slowly slipped away.

And so it went—cultivating, comprehending the Laws of the Sun, constantly calculating how to fine-tune those Laws, refining flying swords, and participating in the Immortal Sect's various research projects—and time slowly slipped away.

Time hurried on; before we knew it, several hundred years had passed.

On this day, nine very special guests arrived at the Great Sun Heavenly Pool—guests enough to shake any old cultivator of the Immortal Gate—and immediately drew the intense attention of the Immortal Gate's Central Array Spirit Computer.

There were nine of these guests, and each one's aura was terrifying, far surpassing the Immortal Gate's Void Refinement cultivators.

There were nine such guests, and each of their auras was terrifying, far surpassing those of the Immortal Sect's Void Refinement cultivators.

Far surpassing even in individual combat power.

They were silent, yet around each of them hung a thick, undissolvable grief and sorrow, and endless unwillingness—even low-ranked cultivators could sense it easily and keep their distance.

At this moment, they arrived at the Great Sun Heavenly Pool.

The Great Sun Heavenly Pool's formations opened for them; there was no obstruction along the way. From the outer perimeter of the Heavenly Pool, they walked slowly toward its center, passing through the Dayang Dayang Tianchi, Xihe, and other world-communities renowned throughout the world-communities, drawing near that place of dazzling radiance.

As they drew closer and closer, a sense of dread gradually settled into their Shen Hun.

This was not a cultivator's oppressive might.

A world-community's dominating powerhouse had cultivated here for countless years; his aura, his sword intent, after long years of diffusion, spread in all directions, merging with earth, stone, grass, and trees, forming a kind of oppressive might like a dragon's lair—naturally pressing upon the Shen Hun of the weak.

These nine powerhouses walked and walked, until finally, upon stepping to the edge of the Sun Abyss, they had no choice but to stop.

Ji Liuyue and Tianji Dao Child's faces turned slightly pale; the others around them were similar.

They had reached their limit; their Shen Hun had been pressed to the limit. If they wished to advance further, they would have to erupt with all their divine sense and magic power, forming a life-and-death combat scene, only then could they continue forward.

But such a life-and-death combat scene—they were unwilling, and did not dare.

This feeling was truly despairing.

The beings who once stood shoulder to shoulder with them, or were even beneath them, now merely the aura naturally overflowing from where they sat in cultivation made them unable to move.

The situation deadlocked just like that.

The nine Dao Children did not dare advance, did not dare retreat, did not even dare show anger, standing in place in utter humiliation.

The situation deadlocked just like that.

The nine Dao Sons did not dare advance, nor retreat, nor even show the slightest anger, standing in place in utter humiliation.

"Hm?"

This situation was immediately noticed by Dayang Dayang Tianchi's Moon Spirit.

The Great Sun Sword Master would naturally never humiliate an opponent in such a way.

Not out of respect or the bearing of a sword cultivator, but because there was simply no need — the opponent was not strong enough to warrant any of his attention, so he would never deliberately humiliate them.

"You're all too weak…"

Yue said, slightly dazed.

Heaven knows, she truly had no intention of making things difficult for these people.

Normally, people occasionally came here to meet the Great Sun Sword Master, and this had never happened before — the Great Sun Sword Master's sword intent had a special recognition function, and this was the first time such a situation had occurred.

Hum!

The Dayang Dayang Tianchi formation hummed and activated, but instead of using force to drive out the sword intent, it conveyed Yue's thoughts in a manner akin to soothing a child — these sword intents were sentient, possessing simple thinking abilities.

After a moment, the sword intent that had been suppressing the outsiders vanished in an instant, no longer obstructing the nine Dao Children.

"My apologies."

"I forgot about that."

Yue offered an insincere apology.

"You are too kind, my lord."

Ji Liuyue and the others were not angered; they let out a long sigh and continued onward toward the very center of the Sun Abyss.

After walking for some time, they finally saw a youth in blue robes seated cross-legged beneath a Sun Divine Tree.

He was practicing sword arts — five wondrous sword techniques involving metal, wood, water, fire, and earth floated in the sky before him, not attempting to combine into the Five Elements, but seemingly trying to reach something above them, an existence beyond the Five Elements.

The nine Dao Children waited quietly.

No one knew how long it had been before the five sword techniques before the blue-robed youth dispersed, and he awoke from a long bout of cultivation and contemplation.

He looked at the nine old acquaintances before him.

"Have the mountain gates of the Badaxian Sect all been destroyed?"

Jiang Ding asked.