Chapter 1610: Second Rule Fine-Tuning: Nirvana Complete

"I can do the second rule fine-tuning nirvana now."

"It will probably take about a thousand years…"

Beside the sun, Jiang Ding silently estimated.

In fact, he had already completed the proof six hundred years ago.

But this was something involving life, so naturally it required repeated verification, repeated checking, continuing for six hundred years, only then reaching this step.

"Should I say goodbye to anyone?"

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

In the past, before entering a longer seclusion, he was always rather busy, saying a word to Zhang Zhang Junsheng, to Zhenjun Shenji Zhen-zun, to Mieri Zhen-zun, An Siyan, Jin Jin Lingfeng… and a great many others, lest they be unable to find him.

But now, looking back over the four corners of the universe, there was only one person he could call familiar — Yuan.

A measure of the melancholy that comes with longevity, gradually growing accustomed to it.

Jiang Ding silently arranged the handover of various tasks.

After temporarily losing this humanoid super star-river immortal-path computer of his as support, the sect's scientific research work inevitably suffered a great drop in efficiency, and much chaos appeared. For this reason, many personnel organizations and institutions needed adjustment, to adapt to the work during his absence.

Then there was the arrangement of various research projects.

Many major projects such as the eighth-tier central array spirit computers would be watched over by Yuan at all times, needing no worry from him. Some sword-path projects, however, required his careful personal planning — for instance, the currently very important dark matter laboratory, which had already conducted twenty-seven experiments, and dark matter seemed to show a true trend of being born.

After his nirvana, the sect's Sword Path Academy of Sciences would take over this work.

This work was actually very simple: cooperate with Jiang Ding's avatar to keep watch over the dark matter laboratory, conduct experiments according to fixed procedures, record data, and that would be enough.

It was estimated that, after roughly a hundred more experiments, dark matter would truly be born within the laboratory.

With a tangible finished product, Jiang Ding could reverse-engineer the principles, and then apply these principles to his own sword arts, making the Sword of Space Annihilation truly complete.

These arrangements were completed over the course of several years, and passed testing.

The sect's little ones made no major mistakes, and every institution ran smoothly.

"Then that's it, Yuan."

Jiang Ding gave a greeting toward the distance, and gradually sank into a deep slumber.

Layer upon layer of bright, resplendent sun-restriction patterns rose up around Dayang Dayang Tianchi, then gradually vanished.

Immediately after, the array patterns of the central array spirit computer covered this place, and along many pre-arranged array interfaces, incorporated the numerous arrays personally laid down by the Dayang Sword Lord of Dayang Dayang Tianchi into the sect's super solar-system grand array.

Amidst the countless array patterns, Dayang Dayang Tianchi gradually disappeared into the sunlight, existing within an unknown space.

Without eighth-tier attainments in the Dao of Arrays, even if a cultivator spent an entire lifetime

of time, they would never hope to glimpse where Dayang Dayang Tianchi lay, let alone make any hostile moves.

The immortal path, to this point, already bore the appearance of the legendary Penglai Immortal Isle.

The sect's most ancient elder once again fell into silence.

……

An unknown length of time passed.

Jiang Ding awoke amid a stretch of light, and looked before himself.

This was an ocean of light and flame. Endless sun rules, like threads and like nets, filled every corner of heaven and earth. These sun rules contained everything — destruction, radiance, searing heat — and even things he had thought belonged solely to himself, such as Distortion, Law Annihilation, Law Prohibition, and Yuan Magnet force, were all present.

The ancient sun, the sun that had appeared since the birth of the universe, contained all things.

"Then,"

"what should I do?"

Jiang Ding murmured.

He was to change the rules, change the rules within his own body and soul, change an extremely minute thread, making the rules more suited to himself as an individual, making himself the sole spokesperson, the sole communicator, of these rules that had undergone minute change, completely mastering this rule that had already undergone minute change.

"Now, change."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

All the deductions, all the preparations, had already been entirely completed in the past.

He was bound to succeed — this was the most natural thing. Water flows toward the low ground, stones fall toward the earth, such ordinary matters — what was there to worry about?

The Materialist Sun Sword Soul reflected the sun rules that had already undergone one fine-tuning, and his divine sense power gently touched an extremely minute point within the Materialist Sun rules.

The sword soul stung faintly.

The Heavenly Dao rules — the most precise, most indescribably complex existences in heaven and earth — even Jiang Jiang Jinxian-level powerhouses found it difficult to glimpse their full picture.

This single point of change Jiang Ding made was like touching one point of a tower of blocks, immediately triggering a chain reaction — collapse.

How terrifying — merely because he had touched one extremely minute, extremely minute point, less than a billion-billionth, the entire edifice of sun rules began to collapse.

Rule backlash!

This was rule backlash!

With the rules gone, everything in heaven and earth was gone. Flesh began to collapse, soul began to collapse, matter began to collapse. Centered on the youth, everything within a one-meter range was silently, soundlessly vanishing, turning into the pure 'Qi' of heaven and earth.

"Rules — the foundation of all living beings, all matter, in the immortal-path universe…"

Jiang Ding sighed in admiration.

He showed no panic, and once again touched the sun rules, slightly slowing the collapse of the sun rules. Fine-tuning again and again, he made the collapsing sun rules begin to form a new equilibrium, a new rule equilibrium, no longer continuing to spread along the path of destruction.

Again and again, this touching of the sun rules would continue for billions upon billions of times, only thus could the new final equilibrium be formed.

Within these billions upon billions of times, a single failure meant the fate of soul and body both perishing — even Jiang Jiang Jinxian-level powerhouses would find it hard to save them, and could only let them die.

What happened upon the rules was reflected upon the Dharma body and soul.

The rules that had already undergone minute change clashed violently with the soul and Dharma body. From time to time a clump of flesh would crumble into rotten pulp; from time to time a great hole would appear in the soul, the soul-matter within disintegrating.

The cultivator, throughout this process, had to endure terrifying agony, adjusting ceaselessly, adjusting ceaselessly, not permitted even the slightest, most minute error.

There were always very, very few Dao Sons in the Upper Realm Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong — this was not without reason.

A cultivator without this kind of ability would never have become a Dao Son from the very start. Even the direct child of a Supreme, without sufficient ability, the Supreme would not let them ascend to such a high position — because this was suicide.

Time passed, day by day.

Change, repair, destruction, repair, the collapse of the Dharma Body, repair... endless cycles like this constantly appeared within the body and the divine soul. The only thing a cultivator could rely on was absolute confidence, a profound understanding of oneself and the laws, never erring at any time.

Finally, after more than a thousand years, everything gradually ceased.

Amidst endless radiance, a blazing, scorching Sun Sword Dao Dharma Body reappeared between heaven and earth, incomparably perfect, emitting a terrifying pressure that made a Dao-Integration Divine Lord suffocate in fear.