Chapter 1633: The Ruthless Great Sun Sword Master Is Her Sovereign

The former Great Sun Sword Disciple of the mid-Heavenly Dao stage knelt prostrate before the current Great Sun Sword Master, having lost all fighting spirit.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword, and a sword light slashed horizontally and vertically in a single stroke.

Chong Chong Guang Zi was struck by the blade, possessed no power to resist, his body shield shattered, and he was smashed violently into the starry sky, spitting blood endlessly while suspended in mid-air.

He remained silent, struggled to rise, and continued to crawl on the ground.

The sword cultivators around fell silent as if frozen by cold cicadas.

The killing intent surrounding them grew colder and colder, unchanged by the opponent's submission, as if death was about to descend.

Chong Chong Guang Zi trembled.

He knew this killing intent was real and not false.

The current Great Sun Sword Master had no connection with him; there was absolutely no possibility of mere intimidation. Killing intent was simply killing intent.

His soul and spirit were almost frozen!

"Sword Master!"

"I see no hope now!"

Under the threat of death, Chong Chong Guang Zi roared: "For tens of thousands of years, I have been unable to draw closer to the true Dao Disciples of the Upper Immortal Sects. I have tried countless times, fought bloody battles countless times, and it has been completely useless!"

"Even drawing near to the Succession Disciples has been extremely difficult!"

"The Great Sun Sword Dao is too immature. With only a history of several hundred thousand years, compared to the tens of millions of years of heritage of the ancient Immortal Sects, and compared to the exquisite Gong Fa deduced by generations of Supreme Ones, it falls far short!"

"The Great Sun Sword Dao lies in the future!"

"But the future is not me!"

The cold killing intent continued to accumulate, about to fall.

"Sword Master!"

"Give me time!"

Chong Chong Guang Zi suddenly had a flash of inspiration, gritted his teeth, and said: "Grant me time. In the future, I will surely achieve a breakthrough in the new Great Sun Sword Dao, overthrow the current Great Sun Sword Master, and ascend once again to the peak of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion!"

The killing intent around vanished completely.

The youth in green robes looked toward the distant sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"Remember your ambition."

"Chong Chong Guang Zi."

Jiang Ding said coldly: "The Great Sun Sword Dao requires ambition. Without ambition and pride, one cannot proceed. A Great Sun Sword Cultivator without ambition and pride has no value."

"Show me your Great Sun Sword Dao."

"Yes!"

Chong Chong Guang Zi respectfully handed over a jade slip.

This was also the Great Sun Sword Scripture, which remained so until the Heavenly Dao stage. The source of the inheritance came from Zou Zou Xiyuan, and was subsequently revised by Chong Chong Guang Zi and many other Great Sun Sword Cultivators, making it much more perfect, although it had not yet reached the level of the Heavenly Man stage.

However, even so, it could be considered a rare inheritance in the Upper Realm.

Jiang Ding did not take the jade slip; he merely swept his divine sense over it, instantly finishing the reading of the Upper Realm Great Sun Sword Cultivators' exploration of the Great Sun Sword Dao, and fell

into deep thought.

Indeed, there were many useful things, and one could even see some thoughts of the Heavenly Men within it.

However, it was too artisan-like.

It was like a rigid imitation of the madness and destruction of the Great Sun Sword Dao, failing to touch the deepest core, and sharing too many similarities with the Pure Yang Sword Realm of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

"Pass down this inheritance of the 'Great Sun Sword Scripture'."

"Do not shame the path of the Great Sun Ancestor."

Jiang Ding, with some disgust, tossed a brand new jade slip to Chong Chong Guang Zi.

This was the 'Great Sun Sword Scripture' that every generation of Great Sun Sword Masters must revise; this was the eighteenth version.

The Great Sun Ancestor owed a great debt of gratitude to the current Great Sun Sword Master.

Now, one had to admit a fact: the Immortal Sects were not suitable for the inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Dao. The political system of the Immortal Sects was completely incompatible with the Great Sun Sword Dao.

In a situation where one could die at any moment in a holy sword duel, out of the Dao Heart, Jiang Ding was unwilling to let the inheritance of the Great Sun Ancestor be disgraced by a waste like Chong Chong Guang Zi.

This would be a blasphemy against the great wisdom of the Great Sun Ancestor!

"Yes..."

Chong Chong Guang Zi took the jade slip, swept his divine sense over it once, and his body trembled.

Those chapters of scripture completely surpassed his imagination. The hundreds of billions of Great Sun Sword Cultivators in the Upper Realm and tens of thousands of years of accumulation were nothing but rotten wood in the face of this scripture, completely incomparable.

Just this single scripture could greatly enhance the strength of the Great Sun Sword Cultivators in the Upper Realm!

Chong Chong Guang Zi's path also became much brighter because of this scripture; the road ahead could be seen more clearly, no longer so confused.

"The Great Sun Sword Cultivator lineage system needs reform."

"This is the charter, this is the planning for each institution, and there is also a fifty-thousand-year research plan table. The first ten-thousand-year research plan table is detailed, while the subsequent forty-thousand-year research plan table can be modified, but stage goals must be completed."

"If stage goals are not completed..."

Jiang Ding's tone was grim and cold.

The current Great Sun Dao Lineage, in his view, was simply chaotic and disordered, not even on the right track, and many research resources were completely wasted.

"Sword Master!"

"Your subordinate accepts the order!"

Chong Chong Guang Zi was startled.

These reforms had similarities to the system of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, but he did not resist, because obeying the stronger was the most primitive instinct of Great Sun Sword Cultivators, and the stronger represented the more correct path.

"And also,"

"Your military formations are far too clumsy, even more clumsy than your Gong Fa."

The look of disdain on Jiang Ding's face deepened. He tossed them a set of formation diagrams: "The military formations must be revised within twenty years, and then you will go into battle."

"These weaklings should not die beneath this lord's sword."

One

by one, orders were issued. The accumulated ills and mistakes of the Great Sun Sword Line's past were swept clean, and then the surrounding sword cultivators and Fox Mountain maids gradually dispersed.

They needed to grow through war.

Not only them.

Likewise, the Great Sun Sword Lord needed to seek his own Sword Dao between life and death!

The blue-robed youth found a mountain peak, sat cross-legged, placed the Taiqing Flying Sword before him, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and thus merged as one with the sunlight.

A hundred years.

A hundred years it was said to be, and a hundred years it was—not a fraction more, and not a single second less.

From behind came the soft sound of footsteps.

A one-meter-fifty girl in a white dress hurried to catch up and stood quietly behind him.

"After all our years of friendship,"

"is there any last wish you have?"

The Great Sun Sword Lord sat with closed eyes in quiet cultivation, and a flat voice emerged.

Though just a few breaths earlier there had been a touch of sentimentality, even something vaguely resembling it surfacing, after a few breaths those emotions vanished in an instant.

Just like the sun high above the heavens—eternal through the ages, neither glad nor sorrowful.

"I have no last wish."

"Young Master."

Gong Gong Caiyu shook her head gently, a look of joy in her eyes.

This was the Great Lie Yang Jianzi she had accompanied for tens of thousands of years. He was no cultivator who had attained the supreme forgetfulness of emotion; his feelings were rich, nothing like those of an immortal Dao cultivator.

Yet these emotions could not affect his Sword Dao.

Heartless, powerful, cruel, with endless devotion to the Sword Dao, and endless pride.

This was her Young Master.

Her lord.

"Then,"

"let us part."

Jiang Ding cast her a deep look, then sank into meditation.

The wind whistled as it blew across the mountain peak.

This mountain peak had always been quiet. One sat cross-legged, the other stood, no words spoken, as they quietly passed their final hours together.

In the distant worlds, the slaughter between the Dao Sons grew even more brutal, even more fierce.

Heaven crumbled and earth split, the heavens and earth shattered, the rules collapsed, the Minor Thousand Worlds themselves shifted, and the Lunar Sun Sword Sons fell into bitter fighting. Wounds appeared from time to time, and the Lie Yang Jianzi's physical body shattered several times—a sight too tragic to bear.