Chapter 1626: The Candidate Daozi Breeds the Great Sun Swordzi

The great hall was utterly silent.

Although Li Qingyun Shenjun and Great Love Shenjun both desired it immensely, they dared not offer any further persuasion.

For they knew that the strong always possess their own firm convictions and will; mere words are of little use and would only bring about disastrous consequences.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

"Two Daoist friends,"

"I will think seriously about this matter."

"I am very pleased with this meeting. I wish you, Daoist friends, that your path to Immortality remains evergreen, and that we may meet again many years from now."

The Jin Dan youth spoke slowly.

Immediately, a wisp of flame appeared quietly starting from his brilliant golden pupils, spreading from the pupils to his face, to his head, and finally to his entire body, burning fiercely.

In an instant, this Jin Dan cultivator turned into a pile of ash, and finally even the ash vanished without a trace.

This person simply disappeared, leaving no cause-and-effect or material residue behind.

In the end, he still gave no clear answer.

The palace fell silent once more.

The two He Dao Shenjun stood up, filled with immense disappointment, gazed at each other for a long time, and both sighed silently, unable to restrain their own emotions.

"Little Junior Uncle seems uninterested in this opportunity. Why?"

"This is an opportunity of the Near Immortal rank!"

Han Lin said, finding it somewhat hard to understand.

That sword cultivator generally does not control his emotions, especially in front of old acquaintances; his thoughts are not hard to discern. He simply has little interest in this opportunity, which can be called supreme.

"It does indeed seem so."

Great Love Shenjun glanced at him and walked outward on his own.

Why?

Naturally, it is because if that one does not die, he will surely achieve the Near Immortal state.

For him, achieving Near Immortal is a matter of course; as time passes, it is a goal that will be reached naturally. How could he crave it?

These matters need not be told to that despicable and shameless leech.

However, there is a Candidate Daozi there.

Wherever there is a Candidate Daozi, a Great Sun Swordzi will inevitably be bred.

This is an absolute iron law of the Great Thousand World, which will not change even after thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.

At this time, Jiang Ding had traveled to the Central Region of the Seven Killings Immortal Palace and stayed in a place named the Blood Fiery Domain, silently contemplating the customs, differences in rules, and characteristics of the Seven Killings Immortal Sect's branch lineage in different regions.

"Seven Killings Candidate Daozi?"

"Known as sword cultivators among spell cultivators, violent and bloodthirsty, claiming that nothing in the world cannot be killed, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill... A Seven Killings Stele, forged from the blood, bones, and souls of countless strong ones and countless human and non-human beings, is a newly risen Immortal Sect that emerged in the late Great Calamity."

"Truly strong..."

Jiang Ding recalled the intelligence he had gathered and praised.

"Even if I killed every strong one in the entire sect, I would feel no guilt; instead, a sense of righteousness to act on behalf of heaven would arise, and the common people of the world would surely praise my deeds."

"Actually, I am quite vain myself."

"The Upper Realm is truly a land of endless treasures."

At this moment, a very faint message came from afar, having undergone many folds and transformations, and after being washed by hundreds of years of time, arrived before him to be read.

In this instant, nothing terrifying happened.

Jiang Ding's divine sense, which was constantly touching the tip of the broken sword, relaxed slightly after being tense.

This indeed does not seem to be a trap set by a Near Immortal existence.

"These two Daoist friends are people with good fortune."

Jiang Ding recalled many past events in his heart.

These two showed many talents in their youth, rising in adversity time and again. Whether in the chaotic Northern Plains or the Northern Plains shrouded by the light and order of the Great Sun, they could adapt to every environment, live very well, and yet remain not too conspicuous.

That is true ability.

However, between heaven and earth, there are too many talented people and too many people with opportunities.

But Immortals are something that has never been born in countless billions of years, or even throughout the historical cycles of an entire Immortal Sect's lineage and the history of the preceding Immortal Sects inherited.

Below the True Immortal, all heroes and heroes of the world are truly like carp crossing the river, mere straw.

"Tiangong Star Chain World Cluster..."

"The ancestral land of the Ling Bao realm of a fallen Immortal Sect..."

Jiang Ding's gaze was dim as he looked at the dark starry universe: "Could this be a trap set by the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm to lure me?"

"If it is, that would be truly wonderful, as long as there is a Candidate Daozi inside."

"That would be enough."

"For this Lord, such a mediocre life, with not a shred of hope to become an Immortal, is not something I cherish greatly."

A ghost wandered among the many Central Regions of the Upper Realm.

The Central Region is an excellent place; for those at the Tian Ren realm and below, breaking through the boundary will have no effect, while for those above Tian Ren, descending will trigger a massive uproar.

Furthermore, the Central Region is too cramped for existences above Tian Ren.

Therefore, the Central Region is usually a quite safe place.

In such a peaceful life, unknowingly, three thousand years passed.

More than two thousand years ago, a piece of news that shook the world spread across the Upper Realm, causing countless sword cultivators in the Upper Realm to feel waves surging in their hearts, agitated and turbulent.

The world cluster of the Heavenly Craft Star Chain, belonging to the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, was covered by a minor tributary of the Yellow Springs Naraka River, and could only permit living beings below the Heavenly Being realm to enter and exit.

If it were only this, then so be it.

There were countless death zones under heaven — who would pay any attention to this one?

What truly drew attention was that the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong and the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm went mad, sparing no cost, frantically dispatching countless cultivators to charge in, frantically fighting over something.

In the end,

many sword cultivators of the Thunder Yang Heaven Sword Realm also charged in.

This world cluster had already become a burial ground for countless cultivators.

Batch after batch of living beings entered, and fell in swathes — yet the Sandaxian Sect showed no reluctance, ceaselessly pouring in the many powerful experts of their sects.

The slaughter within had already turned the sky dark and the earth dim!

Even so, it still wasn't enough!

The Sandaxian Sect simultaneously began recruiting many loose cultivators and powerful experts from sects great and small — magic treasures, Gong Fa inheritances, breakthrough pills, and everything else were thrown open, available in full — all for the sake of luring in enough powerful experts to throw into the Heavenly Craft Star Chain world cluster, to fight over a certain thing within it. They had gone nearly mad.

Everyone was guessing what the previous generation's Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Spirit Treasure Realm had hidden within, that it would drive the Sandaxian Sect to throw away their lives so recklessly.

Under the lure of heavy profit, many powerful experts completely disregarded life and death, throwing themselves into the battlefield one after another.

Sword cultivators especially.

For sword cultivators with aspirations upon the Great Dao, there was no better battlefield than this — the future of the Great Dao lay within it.

Some even asserted that, in a battlefield like this, after the deaths of countless sword cultivators, a future Heavenly Being sword cultivator would surely be born — this was an inevitability, only no one knew who it would be.

The Heavenly Craft Star Chain world cluster was like a magnet, ceaselessly drawing in a flood of powerful experts; what happened on the battlefield tugged at every heart with each passing moment.

At this time, in a loose-cultivator immortal city in the central region of the Thunder Yang Heaven Sword Realm.

At a certain teahouse, many sword cultivators craned their necks in anticipation.

This teahouse was called the Sword-Watching Tower. Since it was opened in the Thunder Yang region, where the atmosphere among sword cultivators was thick, there was naturally a reason behind it.

This teahouse's tea was utterly ordinary — just a common first-grade spirit tea sold at an exorbitant price, more than a hundred times that of other places, blatantly fleecing customers.

Strangely though, daily visitors streamed in without end, and even Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation cultivators were not absent among them.

The crowd spent a fortune, ordered a cup of spirit tea, yet didn't so much as glance at it — they simply closed their eyes and focused their spirits to regulate their breathing, appearing as though they would heed nothing beyond themselves.