Chapter 1608: Yu Yu Qianzi Drifts

The thunder of Lei Gao Jie roared and shook, the maiden's sword slashed bolt after bolt of Lei Ting, her divine soul began to merge with the Heavenly Dao, her very essence of life climbing endlessly toward the peak, climbing endlessly.

At a time when every Path-Merging Divine Lord of the past had fallen, the second Path-Merging Divine Lord of the Ancient God Domain was being born.

"In the long drift of time, I do not know how many years have passed, yet in my daze I still think it is yesterday…"

Jiang Ding murmured.

In his memory, Yu Yu Qianzi was still an undergraduate student of an immortal sect whom he had caught and brought over.

Yet her cultivation realm was already the realm of the great powers of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong in the past—she had become a Path-Merging Divine Lord, the ancestor of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong—and this contradiction of existing simultaneously left a faint sense of unease.

"Greetings, Sword Master!"

The Taiyou inheritance and the Guangming inheritance stepped forward to pay their respects.

They had ascended to Path-Merging at about the same time as Yu Yu Qianzi; letting Yu Yu Qianzi ascend first was also so they could guard one another's Dao and avoid mishaps.

"Mm, not bad."

"After so many years apart, the foundations you have laid are passable—you have not wasted the years and time."

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense over them and gave a slight nod.

These two Taiyin–Taiyang sword cultivators had grown far stronger than when the Ancient God Domain's Nine Spirit Domain first made contact, rapidly closing the gap with the Dao children of the Nine Spirit Domain.

Perhaps they still fell short, but it was no longer a chasm-like gap; there was some hope of ascending to Heaven-Man.

This was the promise the Great Sun Sword Master had once made to the Taiyou Sword Master and the Guangming Sword Master.

A wordless promise between sword cultivators of the same-origin inheritance for the losing side of a Sacred Sword Duel—a tacit understanding that they would surely look after the disciples and descendants left behind by the defeated side.

"How are Daoist Guangming's descendants now?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

Descendants—the continuation of bloodline.

Personally transmitted disciples—the continuation of the Dao path.

"Reporting to the Sword Master,"

The Guangming inheritance cupped his hands and said.

"Daoist Chong Guang'an and Daoist Youmian both passed away five thousand eight hundred and seventy-seven years ago—Daoist Chong Guang'an perished in the Refining Void Great Tribulation, and Daoist Youmian perished at the limit of her lifespan."

"Throughout their lives, apart from the prohibitions you set forbidding them from violating the immortal sect's laws, they encountered no objective difficulties; their lives were smooth and unhindered, with no calamities to speak of."

"From the deaths of the two Daoists to the present, they left behind three hundred and seventy-nine thousand nine hundred and thirty-one descendants; among them, the direct-line descendants with the closest blood ties have all been properly settled by the sect."

The two inheritance sword cultivators could not help but sigh.

Their master's children, the junior brothers and sisters of those days, now existed only in time and memory, while the elders of the sect one by one reached the end of their lifespans.

On some night when they suddenly tossed and turned, they realized that the two of them had actually become the oldest people in the sect.

They had actually come to resemble their master of those years.

Between heaven and earth,

a formless loneliness rose in their hearts, impossible to shake off.

Fortunately,

the two glanced at the Great Sun Sword Master.

This old acquaintance from memory would surely exist forever—even as they grew old with the years, he would still be there; this had to be called a comfort.

"That is good, then."

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

At this moment, he thought of the Yang Bone Heaven-Man, a Heaven-Man who had been very good to him, and further thought of the Taiyang branch of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm—the Taiyang branch too had nothing to reproach him for.

According to the intelligence Yang Bone Heaven-Man had given, the Taiyang branch seemed to have given him an entire cluster of worlds.

Although he might not dare to go and receive it.

Still, this kindness had to be accepted.

"Although the foundations of you two are passable,"

"for a Heaven-Man they are still not enough—there is only a sliver of hope."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

He waved his hand, and two pills shimmering with spiritual light, each radiating the Qi of Chaotic Yin and Yang, flew before the Taiyou inheritance and the Guangming inheritance, hovering there as countless emanations of Dao spread in all directions.

"Sword Master, this, this is…"

The Taiyou inheritance and the Guangming inheritance trembled, their hands shaking, and for a moment they did not dare to take them.

In the inheritance of the Youming Sword Grotto-heaven, and in the Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion inheritance they had further mastered, this pill was called the Yin-Yang Sword Reflection Pill—one of the supreme divine pills for strengthening one's foundation, quasi-eighth grade.

With this pill, their foundations would surely advance another step!

This was the role of opportunity and external aid for cultivators—the inheritance of the Youming Sword Grotto-heaven did contain such a pill, but with their own ability, and the ability of every past patriarch of the Youming Sword Grotto-heaven, it could not be refined at all.

"Take them."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

"Yes, Sword Master."

The Taiyou inheritance and the Guangming inheritance drew a deep breath, bowed once more, and then carefully collected their respective pills.

At this moment, they deeply understood once again what a fortunate thing it was to have a sect elder on the immortal path—not only could doubts on the Dao be consulted, even opportunities came knocking at their door.

At the horizon, thunder rumbled.

As the last bolt of thunder fell, the dark clouds parted, and a maiden in a moon-white immortal skirt, her eyes slightly closed, appeared before everyone.

Yin and Yang Qi flowed about her; the Heartless Supreme of old that once froze all things was gone, as if she alone were the Yin-Yang Heavenly Dao, commanding the yin and yang, the four seasons, and all things of heaven and earth.

The many wounds left on her body from enduring the Lei Gao Jie healed swiftly under the flow of Yin and Yang Qi.

"She has taken the path of the Yin-Yang Ancestor…"

Jiang Ding Zi murmured to himself.

Yin-Yang Ancestral Master, the second revival ancestor of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, who led the originally Pure Yang Sword Sect onto the path of cultivating both yin and yang, ascended to Heaven-Human, and was an extremely important Ancestral Master in the history of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

The sect brought him onto the path of dual cultivation of yin and yang, and his ascension to Heaven and Man makes him an extremely important patriarch in the history of the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

As if hearing a sound, the girl in the moon-white immortal skirt opened her eyes, whooshed to appear before the blue-clothed youth, the might of the Dao Merging Divine Lord spread out, and phoenix eyes brimmed with longing.

"Getting cocky?"

Jiang Ding said lightly.

"Mm."

Yu Yu Qianzi nodded hard.

Boom!

The sun rose in the east, its light illuminating the realm!

This sword-light contained terrifying auras of destruction and aberration, and even contained the aura of rules that did not belong to the Heavenly Dao of nature at all; merely the pressure of its bloom made the girl in the moon-white immortal skirt's body stiffen, her divine soul stiffen, unable to move in the slightest.

Dao Merging Stage · Yu Yu Qianzi, an ant.

She wanted to resist, wanted to struggle, but it was utterly useless.

The sword soul was stiff, the yin-yang rules were suppressed, the sword art was clumsy beyond compare, the magic power sluggish beyond compare, there was not a single place possessing the strength to resist — an all-around crushing, completely useless.

The sword, fell.

The blazing sun slammed into the Yin-Yang Heavenly Dao law-net, shattering everything, slamming into the girl in the moon-white immortal skirt, breaking her bones, making her spit blood and retreat, smashing her viciously deep into the earth, instantly altering the natural terrain of one area of the Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie, as rolling lava spread outward in all directions.

The Tai-You Inheritance and the Light Inheritance watched with aching teeth.

At the same time, they were filled with admiration in their hearts.

Worthy of being a sword cultivator who grew up in the same era as the Sword Master — still refusing to accept defeat even now, truly a model for sword cultivators of our generation.

The girl at the bottom of the deep pit struggled for a long time before barely recovering some strength, flying unsteadily toward the sky, arriving before the blue-clothed youth.

Meeting his gaze, Yu Yu Qianzi hung her head in dejection.

"Not cocky anymore."