Chapter 1628: The Glory of the Lie Yang Jianzi Lord

In the boundless, endless universe.

Streaks of Lei Ting flying boats cut across the sky, leaving behind trails of sword qi shadows in the heavens, the sword intent of thunderous destruction slowly dissipating.

These were the mechanical Lei Ting flying boats of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm, transporting cultivators to the Celestial Forge Star Chain battlefield—a process that had continued for several thousand years, with no telling when it would end.

Inside the world-sized mechanical Lei Ting flying boats rode hundreds of millions of dao-soldier cultivators of every rank, all of them having undergone years of military formation training, their hearts full of longing for the Dao of the Sword.

Deep within one of these cultivators' souls, a pair of pupils silently gazed at the outside world.

"The most dangerous time is precisely this stretch right now."

"Will there be a Supreme Being who has long since laid an inescapable net, lying in wait for me along the road to the Celestial Forge Star Chain world cluster?"

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Along the way, there had not been too many setbacks—apart from being intercepted and surrounded to the kill three times by powerful cultivators of the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm, which cost many mechanical flying boats and dao soldiers, there had been no other accidents.

And now, they were already approaching the Celestial Forge Star Chain world cluster.

In the distance, a dull-yellow river flowed past the Celestial Forge Star Chain world cluster like a jade belt, suspended between the illusory and the real. Through some manner of human-engineered coincidences, it had ultimately taken on a form that only permitted passage by cultivators below the Heavenly Being realm, forming a semi-enclosed world cluster.

This dull-yellow river was a tiny tributary of the legendary Yellow Springs River.

If Heavenly Beings or cultivators above that realm were to force their way into this world cluster, they would inevitably risk utterly sinking and falling into the Yellow Springs River.

"Here…"

Jiang Ding gazed at the Celestial Forge Star Chain world cluster, now within arm's reach, a trace of longing surfacing on his face.

This was a solid step toward True Immortal!

Even if he were to die here, life would hold no regrets, because life was no longer a stagnant pool offering not the slightest hope of becoming an immortal…

Boom!

Heaven and earth seemed to shudder violently.

Every hair on Jiang Ding's body stood on end in an instant.

His materialist Lie Yang Jianzi Soul was trembling as well, as if some immense terror had descended, all fate and the flow of time had been gathered in, collapsing into a blank void, and the destiny of life had already come to an end.

"No,"

"after all…"

A sliver of despair rose in Jiang Ding's heart.

The patience, the wisdom, of an Upper Realm Supreme Being was ultimately something beyond the imagination of lower beings.

He had spent every day clinging to a sliver of hope, having once already been lucky enough to escape. Now, risking himself a second time, fortune did not favor him again; instead, he met a casual strike from a Supreme Being—a blow brewed over who knows how many years.

Time itself seemed to freeze on the spot.

But the next instant, the time of heaven and earth returned to normal.

It was all as if a dream, nothing had

happened—even all the Dao-Unification Void-Refinement cultivators of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm around him, as well as one Heavenly Being powerhouse, had sensed nothing at all.

An illusion?

A dream?

Was it an illusion?

Jiang Ding drew in a deep breath.

He followed the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm dao soldiers as they formally stepped into the Celestial Forge Star Chain world cluster, his figure concealed by the tiny tributary of the Yellow Springs River, and was never seen again.

……

Above the endless high heavens.

Here, within the endless primordial chaos, there existed an unimaginable Yin-Yang Creation Chess Game. Within this Yin-Yang Creation Chess Game were suppressed two terrifying existences—one of endless darkness, the other dwelling amid endless destruction and thunder, madly wrecking everything. Countless chess pieces crumbled and shattered along with them, the chess game itself in terrible turmoil.

Yet the Yin-Yang Creation Chess Game had never broken, from beginning to end.

Within this Yin-Yang Creation Chess Game, that radiant, towering figure looked beyond the board toward the dark, heavy cosmic starry sky and exclaimed in surprise, "Who is it?"

"Not Thunder Yang, not Celestial Forge…"

"My sect's Pure Yang Sword Son truly is a once-in-an-era genius, shining through the ages!"

That radiant, towering figure laughed joyfully: "To think a third Supreme Being has hidden his form, keeping his head tucked and tail concealed for countless years, all for the sake of one tiny Void-Refinement cultivator."

"This is the supreme glory of a sword cultivator!"

"Is it that old fellow from the Heavenly Beast Garden?"

"Or is it that one from the Dan Tian Immortal Sect?"

That radiant, towering figure guessed and deliberated, but reached no conclusion, and looked toward the figure of the Grand Yin beside him, laughing: "My wife, what do you think?"

"I had thought you would try to stop me."

"If you had blocked me—or even struck directly at the Pure Yang Sword Son yourself—perhaps you could have suppressed and killed him outright, who knows."

"Hmph!"

The Grand Yin Sword Lord said coldly with a sneer: "At the end of the great tribulation, the Immortal Fortune Heavenly Palace that Master and the two elders annihilated—most of its inheritance was gathered back into the sect. It seems your comprehension of the Dao has grown quite deep, to have already reached the point where you can scheme against a Supreme Being!"

"How wonderful…"

She said icily.

In that instant, she truly had made a move.

The Great Lie Yang Jianzi Dao that slaughtered the Grand Yin lineage!

This lineage's inheritance carried an original sin—there was nothing forgivable about it; it had to die, just like the Grand Yin female cultivator who had died at her dao-companion's hands several hundred thousand years ago.

Yet before she could strike, countless strands of fate, countless karmic ties told her she could not succeed.

The Pure Yang Sword Son would surely escape.

The only price would be that the two dao-companions would be gravely wounded, and their splendid situation lost.

What made her even angrier was that this dao-companion—the one who had shared her pillow for several hundred thousand years—had revealed such command over fate for the very first time, and used it against her!

……

The Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster.

This dim-yellow realm was now a sea of blood. The slaughter that had lasted for thousands of years, with cultivators from countless Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie gathering here and being buried in this place, had pushed the number of dead living beings to an utterly terrifying level.

By now, the sky of this realm was shrouded in a blood-red hue — the fresh blood of living beings.

And the slaughter between cultivators was still going on.

At the main battlefield, the Taiyin-Taiyang Sword Child, the Heavenly Sword Sword Child, and the Immortal Weapon Child were locked in combat, each commanding a contingent of Dao Soldiers to fight at the center of the world cluster. They shattered sky after sky, tore apart web after web of rules, and the prodigies from every corner of the Da Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie fought for their very lives.

On the outer battlefield, the Dao Soldiers of the Pure Yang Sword Child were locked in slaughter with those of the Qi Sect and part of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm.

No.

To be precise, it was the Dao Soldiers of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm and the Qi Sect who were mopping up and pursuing the Dao Soldiers of the Pure Yang Sword Child.

Because the most elite Great Sun Longswords among the Pure Yang Sword Child's Dao Soldiers, along with the formation of the Tu Mountain Maid Corps, had long since collapsed, and they were defeated by the enemy in a very short time on the frontal battlefield, suffering heavy casualties.

The various elite Great Sun Sword Cultivators and Tu Mountain Maids fled frantically in all directions, launching sporadic hit-and-run attacks from time to time to annihilate small numbers of Qi Sect and Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm Dao Soldiers, tying down part of the enemy's forces.

They had no choice.

The Pure Yang Sword Child's Dao Protector and guardian, the Yang Bone Heavenly Person, had issued a cold and iron-blooded order — those who retreat shall die!

They had to prove useful on the battlefield and not disgrace the glory of the Pure Yang Sword Child; otherwise, they had no right to exist in this world.

Blood battle!

Blood battle! Blood battle!

For however many Great Sun Sword Cultivators that fall, the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm will replenish that many Great Sun Sword Cultivators!

For however many Tu Mountain Maids that fall, the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm will replenish that many Tu Mountain Maids!

The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm was rich in all the world, occupying

Only those who could grow through war were true Great Sun Sword Cultivators!