Chapter 1595: Slaying the Celestial of the Pulling Threads

The sun!

The sun plummeted into the star river, plunging into the scroll painting and tearing everything apart.

Countless fragments scattered, countless fragments turned to ash — how could a mere scroll painting of the rivers and towns south of the Yangtze withstand the sun's searing heat and destruction?

Once a scroll painting shattered, it turned to ash in the searing heat.

Then, what of the people and things within the painting?

Amid the star river, within the ash of the rivers-and-towns scroll painting, countless blood-armored beetles turned to ash together, no different from the fine drizzle sketched in ink — several billion terrifying blood-armored beetles that devoured everything, reduced to ash before they could ever bloom in glory, dying without the slightest worth.

Amid the swirling ash of the scroll painting, the head of a broken wooden puppet, along with one or two puppet arms, barely held its form together by a few threads, fleeing madly into the distance.

"Sigh…"

"My talent, compared to a true immortal, is truly like a blade of grass — utterly insignificant."

The blue-robed youth in the star river heaved a long sigh.

He knew why this was.

This painting lacked time, lacked cause, lacked effect, lacked a soul — it was not a complete scroll painting at all. Even in terms of space it had not reached the extreme. The five elements were passable, yang was passable, but on the path of yin it had not reached a satisfying degree.

This yin did not refer to lunar or icy-cold yin.

Everything is relative. For the sun, yin might be related to dark matter — nothing had been pushed to the extreme.

So much so that, facing a heavily wounded Celestial, he could not cut him down in a single strike.

"This sovereign still has a gap compared to the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Child…"

Jiang Ding murmured.

Clang!

The resonant clang of the Sword Dao rang out in all directions.

His body, essence-blood, and divine soul, after burning for several instants, had reached their very limit — and now suddenly collapsed, turning into a drift of white ash that scattered away.

His final power surged into the Taiqing Flying Sword, making this flying sword incomparably dazzling, incomparably brilliant.

As if a true sun had been born into the world!

"Senior!"

"This is this sovereign's final sword — please, taste it for me!"

Within the light, the youth's voice roared; killing intent that blotted out the sky filled every direction, spreading to every corner of the starry universe.

Whoosh!

The Materialist Sun Sword Soul had become pure light!

In this heaven and earth, only one dazzling flying sword remained — a beam of light from the very dawn of antiquity — and with the supreme fervor of the Sword Dao, with endless fanaticism, it slashed toward the opponent's divine soul.

This sword would surely strike!

It would surely kill!

Jiang Ding merged with the Taiqing Flying Sword, and he saw — the Six Paths of Reincarnation spread throughout heaven and earth, the net of Heavenly Dao rules spread throughout, and moreover there existed countless dim, shifting, extremely fine

pure-gold threads, distributed in every place of heaven and earth.

This was… the flaw of heaven and earth!

This was the Materialist ability inherent to the Materialist Sun Sword Soul!

Slashing along this flaw into it would surely tear it apart, slay it — could even tear the entire heaven and earth to pieces — for now, it could not.

Jiang Ding clearly felt that at most he could only tear open a patch of sky, cut away all the spiritual matter in this stretch of heaven and earth, and could never tear apart the entire immortal-dao universe — because he himself was within it, and work done from within could never destroy the entire system.

To force it would mean certain death.

Fortunately, he had no ambition to destroy the world.

His gaze, from beginning to end, was fixed dead on the figure fleeing madly ahead.

It was a puppet reduced to a head and broken limbs.

Within this broken puppet existed an incomparably vast, incomparably terrifying divine soul — so powerful that even just this shell made the current Great Sun Sword Master feel suffocated.

Had it been at its peak, this sword could never have been brought down.

The puppet's divine soul then would have had no flaw whatsoever — at least none within the current power — and a sword slashing into it would have been utterly useless.

But!

He was far too weak!

Not only because of the earlier battle, but more because in the span of nine breaths he had traversed more than ten realms, facing head-on the iron laws of the Great Thousand World — covering in nine breaths a journey that would normally take decades — without a single pause to rest or heal along the way, all for the sake of intercepting a Void Refinement cultivator.

Now, it was time to pay the price!

"Ha!"

"Hahaha…"

The living being within the Materialist Sun Sword Soul laughed wildly, laughed madly, laughed with the utmost arrogance!

He became a beam of light — a beam of death, a light of the divine soul — and along the flaw in this powerful cultivator's divine soul, he slashed straight in, cutting through with irresistible force!

"Ant!"

"For today's grudge…"

The Celestial of the Pulling Threads howled with bitter hatred.

At such a moment, a sliver of regret rose in him.

He had been far too arrogant!

In his calculations, even if his wounded body could not prevail, escaping would pose no problem at all — he never shied away from fleeing, even fleeing before an ant.

However,

this sword cultivator was far too mad, far too foolish!

He would rather die himself than fail to kill him!

Is there any grudge between us, any grievance?

The two of us have never so much as met before, no karmic ties bind our pasts — everything between us is a chance encounter.

And yet, this person would rather die by their own hand than fail to kill him!

They burned their flesh, burned their divine soul, cast aside everything, abandoned everything — even if the next moment they were seized by other sects, even if other Celestials reaped the fisherman's gain, they cared nothing, only to strike him down at any cost.

So much so that, a tiger fallen on the plain, he was humiliated by a Void Refinement ant.

"Kill!"

The Silk-Puller Celestial snarled in fury.

In that instant, with no hope of escape, he too burned his final divine soul and flesh, transforming into a curse of boundless resentment and boundless karma, charging like an arrow straight at the Sun's divine soul sword, clashing head-on, forgetting everything, leaving only the most savage killing intent.

The two strongest wills collided in that single instant!

The result of the divine soul duel,

was decided in an instant.

A flying sword with dimmed spiritual light swayed unsteadily, standing tall between heaven and earth.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha…"

"Hahahahahahaha…"

Amid wild laughter — wild, arrogant laughter, laughter that made one wonder if he was about to breathe his last — a voice roared: "This Sovereign! Above the heavens, beneath the earth! Unrivaled across all!"

"Who objects?"

"Speak!"

"Who objects?!!"

"Today! The Silk-Puller Celestial was cut down beneath this Sovereign's sword — an old bastard no better than an ant, a pig, or a cur, a wild dog, who dared bar my path in his wounded body!"

"Hahaha…"

"Hahahahahahaha…"

The wild laughter echoed through the domain; every living being that heard it was left with a blank divine soul, filled with endless terror.

They even suspected that if this mighty being harbored even a sliver of killing intent, every living creature in the entire domain would be wiped out in an instant!

The wild laughter flaunted itself, but his movements did not hesitate at all — sword light swept up the Silk-Puller Celestial's karmic silk-thread treasure and storage treasure, and without a second thought he flung them into the broken sword tip.

Then,

Whoosh!

A single instant.

With no further obstruction, the Great Sun Sword Lord plunged into the central domain's Tianhe sword domain, stirring no celestial phenomena, sprinting furiously for tens of millions of kilometers, entering a state of absolute concealment.

In an instant, he vanished without a trace.