Chapter 1566: The Eight Mighty Ones Have Departed, Walking Alone Toward Death

Has the Badaxian Sect been destroyed?

The Great Sun Sword Lord's words were so direct that it was as if a Nine Hells cold tide had appeared here, sweeping over Dao Sons like Ji Liuyue, freezing their divine souls, piercing them with bitter cold.

Even the Sun Abyss, scorching as a hell of flames, could not dispel this chill.

The nine Dao Sons were silent for a long time.

"... Yes."

Ji Liuyue did not conceal anything, her eyes slightly reddening as she said: "Just two years ago, the Phantom Mist Beasts broke through the mountain gate of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, the sect's final formation."

"Over these past few hundred years, we have suffered defeat after defeat, losing cities and territory one after another, unable to stop them."

"Until two years ago, when the last Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace also fell. The ancestors fled beyond the realm into the endless starry sky, and we brought a small number of the sect's disciples here to you."

"This is the current situation."

The beauty who cultivated the Laws of Life was extremely kind and affectionate toward life, holding a natural affinity for living beings; now she was sorrowful and mournful, paining the heart, and too heartbroken to look upon.

"Shouldn't the Dao Sons have fled to the distant future along with the sect's future?"

"Why have you come to me?"

Jiang Ding paid this scene no heed and asked calmly.

"Because the endless starry sky is desolate and vast, and there is no path to survival within it."

"As for the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect... the Immortal Gate, in the past, has always been known for keeping its word, with an outstanding political reputation, and may be able to preserve the sect, so it too counts as a path."

Ji Liuyue sighed at length: "If in the future the Sword Son can ascend to Near-Immortal, we may rise with him like chickens and dogs ascending to heaven, and perhaps achieve the Great Dao of Heaven and Man."

"Sword Son,"

"This is a greeting gift from the Qingmuxian Sect to you."

She bowed slightly and offered a flying sword like moonlight, clear as well water, emanating a cold chill.

Clang!

Clang clang!

At first this flying sword was unremarkable, its sword qi faintly spreading, but upon sensing the aura of the Great Sun Sword Dao it instantly grew restless, revealing frenzied killing intent and endless resentment, and without hesitation transformed into a cold beam of moonlight stabbing toward the blue-clothed youth's eyes, utterly mad.

'Hatred!'

'Great hatred... the Great Sun lineage...'

'Kill kill kill kill...'

The shrill curses, roars, countless blood-colored figures, the curse of the Primordial Alliance Covenant, all manner of pressures descended upon him, enough to possibly slay a peak Refinement Void cultivator in an instant.

Ding!

A ding like an iron hammer.

This frenzied moonlight flying sword fell between the blue-clothed youth's two fingers, lightly pinched; the sword body writhed wildly like a spirit serpent, yet could not break free in the slightest.

"The Sun Moon Sword Pavilion's Moon Lineage inheritance heavy treasure, the Supreme Divine Moon Sword."

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept over it, and he said calmly: "Your sect is quite thoughtful, but this flying sword harbors a deep misunderstanding of the Great Sun Sword Dao..."

Sun Sword Dao, this misunderstanding runs deep..."

"A defeated foe, nothing more."

The Moon said disdainfully.

Her words stung the Supreme Divine Moon Sword even more, and it struggled even more wildly.

Her words stung the Supreme Divine Moon Sword even more, and it struggled even more wildly.

The Spirit of the Netherworld Pool was a clever and mischievous young girl; she instantly descended, gazing eagerly at the Supreme Divine Moon Sword in the Great Sun Sword Lord's hand.

This was the inheritance heavy treasure of their Moon Lineage, and it had not been faring well these past years.

In the past, the Great Sun Sword Lord had once promised her that he would help her recover the Supreme Divine Moon Sword.

In the past, the Great Sun Sword Lord had once promised her that he would help her recover the Supreme Divine Moon Sword.

"Keep her in check, don't let her harm anyone, especially citizens of the Immortal Gate, or you know the consequences."

Jiang Ding tossed it casually, throwing the Supreme Divine Moon Sword into the hands of the Spirit of the Netherworld Pool.

Strangely enough, the moment the Supreme Divine Moon Sword reached the Netherworld Pool's hands it instantly fell silent, no longer struggling, though it still gazed at the blue-clothed youth with deep hatred, hating every inheritor of the Great Sun Sword Dao.

Strangely enough, the moment the Supreme Divine Moon Sword reached the hands of the Dark Nether Pool, it fell silent and stopped struggling, though it still looked at the blue-robed youth with deep hatred, hating every inheritor of the Great Sun Sword Dao.

The Netherworld Pool pouted.

She disliked Pure Yang Great Sun, took up the Supreme Divine Moon Sword, and immediately departed.

"I like your sect's gift very much, thank you."

Jiang Ding expressed his gratitude to Ji Liuyue.

This meant that this bit of thanks was the entirety of his return gift for their present, and would not affect anything else.

Because it was merely a sixth-tier flying sword, hardly a precious thing for the current Lord of the Realm, merely interesting, and could not be exchanged for too much.

After all, it was merely a sixth-tier flying sword, hardly anything precious to a current Domain Sovereign—merely interesting, unable to be exchanged for too much.

"This is the honor of the Qingmuxian Sect."

Ji Liuyue had long anticipated this and continued: "Now, we are like stray dogs trembling in fear; many of our heavenly materials and earthly treasures, as well as dharma treasures, suffered tremendous damage in the battles against the Phantom Mist Beasts, and we did not preserve many."

"Even if we had preserved them, they would not hold much value for the Immortal Gate."

She sighed softly.

The Eastern Extreme Demon Sect occupied most of the Ancient God Domain, and had reached an extremely flourishing level in Immortal Dao industry, with abundant material wealth; one could say it was rich and overbearing, and there were not many things that could move them.

"The only thing we have left is the sect's inheritance."

"We hope to exchange the sect's inheritance for a status similar to the Youming Sword Grotto-Heaven, to pledge loyalty to the Immortal Gate, to fight for the Immortal Gate in the future, and to seek the Dao together with the Immortal Gate."

"We hope to exchange our sect's inheritance for a status similar to the Dark-Bright Sword Grotto-Heaven, to pledge loyalty to the Immortal Gate, to fight for the Immortal Gate in the future, and to seek the Dao of immortality together with the Immortal Gate."

Ji Liuyue said softly.

A legacy from the Upper Realm, profound and unfathomable—this is an immeasurably precious treasure.

"That works."

Jiang Ding nodded, not intending to keep haggling, though he probably could have driven the price down a bit more.

This was also the collective decision of the Immortal Gate's Political Participation Council.

The Badaxian Sect each possess unique

advantages in their respective fields, which can serve as an excellent supplement to the Immortal Gate's Immortal-Dao industry. From the perspective of long-term stability in the future, they should be granted certain preferential treatment, so as to form a solid system.

Such a clean, decisive agreement left the nine Dao Sons momentarily stunned.

Then, a hollow feeling welled up in their hearts, complicated beyond measure.

"Fellow Daoist Brother Xuanwu,"

"you are somewhat special."

Jiang Ding paid no heed to this. He looked toward Dao Son Brother Xuanwu and said calmly: "Every cultivator in the Brother Xuanwu Heaven Palace who bears a blood feud with the Immortal Gate must die. You will need to undergo a divine-soul examination at the Central Array Spirit Computer. Only if you bear no blood feud with the Immortal Gate can you live."

"Yes, Sword Son."

Dao Son Brother Xuanwu dared not raise any objection and bowed respectfully.

"What about those eight seniors, then?"

"What are their plans?"

Jiang Ding said with keen interest: "Aside from Senior Brother Xuanwu, the rest should all be eligible for pardon. After all, the Immortal Gate is likewise magnanimous, not fickle in nature."

"Reporting to Sword Son."

"My Master and the others wander the desolate, endless starry sky."

Dao Son Tianji immediately fell into his role, replying respectfully with the courtesy of a subordinate: "They are unwilling to surrender, preferring to die in battle. They hope for a miracle—to discover a world of life in the desolate star domains, or…"

His words paused for a moment.

"Or, to see the afterglow of the Upper Realm's Ancestral Master."

"If the afterglow of the Upper Realm's Ancestral Master appears, there is still hope for everything."

"Unfortunately, for hundreds of thousands of years, the afterglow has never once appeared; it is naturally impossible for it to appear in these few years."

Dao Son Tianji sighed.

He actually understood his Master's and the others' thoughts deeply.

As strong ones of the previous era who had contended for supremacy with the last generation's Great Sun Sword Lord, pride burned in their hearts—they were unwilling to surrender to a junior, unwilling to endure such humiliation.

For the sect's legacy, having the juniors was enough.

They would rather walk into the endless desolate star domains, spending their lives in lonely solitude amid those endless desolate star domains, until their lifespans ended and they perished.