Chapter 1632: The Great Sun Sword Cultivator of the Upper Realm Has Grown Lazy

This stretch of sky fell quiet for a moment.

No enemies, no war; every cultivator was at peace. After that one descended, everything had gone still.

"In this world,"

"how many old friends are still left?"

Jiang Ding sighed softly and looked in all four directions.

True Sovereign Lieyang was gone.

He had died three thousand years ago on the Sword Dueling battlefield. This warlike Great Sun Sword Cultivator could not, after all, win and flee forever; one day he vanished without a trace.

Canghai Tianjun Heilou Xi was gone.

This outstanding one among the Master Tushan maids of the Northern Plains era, a branch-line bloodline of the Northern Plains General Heishi clan, had come to the Upper Realm and ascended to Void Refinement. She died on the battlefield over a thousand years ago, perishing together with her Master Tushan maid detachment.

Canghai Tianjun Yueye, that mutated Moonlight Rabbit, a cultivator from the Master Tushan Xiancheng era, had ascended to Void Refinement in the Upper Realm and likewise already died in battle.

And the many Soul Transformation cultivators who had ascended from the Northern Plains over these tens of thousands of years…

It was simply so.

This world was simply so. As time went on, the familiar figures in one's memory would, at certain moments, vanish completely without a trace.

Those who came later—prodigies and outstanding talents beyond counting, their gifts and aptitude extraordinary—held no great meaning anymore.

Many emotions rose in the heart of the Great Sun Sword Lord.

Then, little by little, they settled.

That heart-lake was smooth as a mirror, not a single ripple stirring.

"Greetings, Canghai Tianjun."

At this moment, a woman like wind and snow walked over from afar, her bearing outstanding beyond compare, and bowed gracefully.

Great Sun Sword Cultivator · Sacred Blood Spirit Physique, Mu Mu Tianxue.

The old ancestor of the Jin Dan faction Xuetudian from the lands of the Three Kingdoms in years past, who had once pursued and killed the young Great Sun Sword Child, and had not died, and had come to the Upper Realm, and was now a cultivator at the early stage of Merging Dao.

"Your Dao title is the Ice and Snow Divine Lord?"

"Interesting."

Jiang Ding said lightly: "A Great Sun Sword Cultivator, yet taking ice and snow as her name—this is very interesting. It is a unique path. Show me."

In that instant, an enormous change came over him.

Every sword cultivator around felt a chill in their hearts.

This was the Great Sun Sword Child.

From a fragile, deeply affectionate youth to an icy swordsman, the majestic sovereign of the Sword Dao was only a single instant away; no one knew which was real.

Perhaps both were, and perhaps neither was.

"Yes,"

"Canghai Tianjun!"

Mu Mu Tianxue accepted the order respectfully.

She knew that not everyone before the Great Sun Sword Child was qualified to be called an old friend, able to stir his heart.

And when this sovereign of the Sword Dao issued a command, it was best not to disobey in the slightest.

Clang!

Mu Mu Tianxue drew her sword.

It was a flying sword of ice crystal like snow, thin as a cicada's wing, utterly scorching, utterly freezing. The instant it appeared, it froze space and countless Heavenly Dao rule-law nets; streak upon streak of ice-crystal patterns sealed the entire cosmic space.

In that instant, nine identical Mu Tianxues drew their swords.

These nine Mu Tianxues were not clones; all were her true body, a feat granted by her innate Dao Physique.

They burned their essence blood, burned their divine souls, and with one sword split open space, split open the net of rules. With only the cultivation of early Merging Dao, she displayed battle-power on the level of peak Merging Dao, leaving the surrounding sword cultivators in awe.

This sublimely ultimate sword-stroke landed on a single hair of the blue-robed youth and froze there.

"Interesting."

"Using the Great Sun Sword Dao's ability to draw in heat to create an environment of extreme cold?"

"Truly a stroke of ingenious thinking, and very suited to yourself. You can be said to have opened a new path."

Jiang Ding did not stint on his praise.

He raised his hand.

This ice-crystal flying sword was caught between two fingers and casually tossed backward, becoming a streak of flowing light that entered Mu Mu Tianxue's pupils.

"This…"

Mu Mu Tianxue's heart trembled; as if enchanted, she gazed at her life-bound flying sword.

It was clearly still the very same ice-and-snow flying sword, the sword that had been her companion for tens of thousands of years—merely tossed back to her by someone at random.

Yet within that flying sword was contained swordsmanship so beautiful, so terrifying.

This swordsmanship was so familiar—clearly the sword arts of the Great Sun Ice and Snow Sword Dao she had cultivated her whole life—yet deeper, more profound; hazily, several entirely different directions of the Sword Dao appeared within.

The subtlety within reached the pinnacle of exquisiteness.

It neither gave a fully concrete answer—so as not to crush the spirituality of a Sword Dao cultivator—nor failed to offer enough directions for advancement. Once one comprehended it through, one's Sword Dao would surely advance by leaps and bounds.

Mu Mu Tianxue could not help but gaze in a daze.

Clang!

This ice-crystal flying sword arrived before the stupefied her and slowly returned to its sheath, not harming her in the slightest.

Mu Mu Tianxue awoke with a start, and for some reason felt a touch of loss.

Did she now lack even the qualification to be gravely wounded by the Great Sun Sword Child?

That blue-robed youth, as expected, paid her no further heed.

He gazed far into the distance, toward a radiant figure who walked step by step, finally kneeling on one knee in submission.

"Lord of the Sword."

He said.

Not the Great Sun Sword Disciple, not the Pure Yang Sword Disciple—but Lord of the Sword, addressing a Cultivation Realm of Void Refinement as Lord of the Sword.

So natural. So perfectly reasonable.

The Lord of the Great Sun Lineage!

This man might be the most orthodox Great Sun Sword Pavilion Great Sun Sword cultivator in the world.

Pure, without a trace of impurity, not far from the original Great Sun Sword Lord who founded the Great Sun Sword Pavilion tens of thousands of years ago.

"Mingguang,"

"I thought you would draw your sword against me, given that you are already a Cultivation Realm of Union Mid-stage."

Jiang Ding said coolly.

"If that had been true, in my memory your image would still be brilliant and radiant, unchanged by the passage of time."

When one abandons glory, the title changes with it.

This could not but stir much regret.

Many years ago, the last time they met, Mingguang Zi was merely fleeing—not yet utterly defeated, still possessing the potential to overthrow.

A possible opponent, vanished like this.

"Lord of the Sword,"

"I have reached my own limit."

Mingguang Zi bowed his head and whispered: "For tens of thousands of years in the Higher Realm, with such abundant conditions, such vast scriptures for reference, such abundant superior sword cultivation resources, I still could not forge a new Cultivation Realm of Union-level Great Sun Sword Scripture."

"In talent, I am far inferior to the previous Great Sun Sword Lord, Zou Zou Xiyuan."

"Even within the Nine Spirit Domain, I am at best a steward of legacy, unable to push the Great Sun Sword Dao to a higher peak—only leaving it to future generations, until another peerless Great Sun Sword Lord emerges with time, shattering the current limits of Great Sun Sword Dao."

"From now on, it is clear you are that person."

"Following in your footsteps, in the future I may yet ascend to the Heavenly Human Realm, and even pursue greater hopes."

Blood battles are supreme opportunities for sword cultivators.

But such opportunities cannot change everything.

Mingguang Zi survived tens of thousands of years of blood battles, won victories now and then, and gained profound insights—but still could not elevate the Great Sun Sword Scripture to a new height, leaving his lineage perpetually weaker than Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong's peers at the same level.

These tens of thousands of years have worn away his ambition.