Chapter 1723: Why Doesn't Our Sect Have Such Good Fortune!

The Divine Lord of Spiritual Treasures stood amid the ruins of his sect!

His stature was not tall, his aura not domineering, his foundations thin; rising from between remote, barren realm domains, he was destined never to have had a good past.

Yet he could stand unshaken before the entire Eastern Extreme Demon Sect fleet, faintly showing the bearing of one who could match them blow for blow!

All of it was simply because he now presided over the last lingering radiance of the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong's Spiritual Treasure Realm in the Upper Realm — the Nine-Layer Spiritual Treasure Dao Ring suppressing heaven and earth — the Near-Immortal Destiny.

The so-called Near-Immortal Destiny was something akin to a False Core; it was the authority condensed from the final thoughts of many Upper Realm Supreme beings, able to greatly enhance the combat strength and potential of the sect's descendants, to shelter them as they grew.

The Divine Lord of Spiritual Treasures felt light and buoyant at this moment.

Having in an instant taken command of power dozens or even a hundred times his own, he could hardly help but swell with pride, as if the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect fleet pressing down on heaven and earth before him were not worth mentioning.

Why?

Because this was the Near-Immortal Destiny formed from the thoughts of many Supreme beings!

Eastern Extreme Demon Sect?

Hahaha, what kind of thing is that?

A Unity-of-Dao sect that doesn't even have a single Heaven-Human, nothing more — it merely borrows external objects to possess Heaven-Human combat power; after so many years, who doesn't know its true strength inside and out?

Such power is admittedly considered strong among world clusters, but compared to Supreme beings, it is nothing but an ant!

What right do such ants have to be so arrogant before him, destroying his sect on a whim?!

"Jiang Ding Zi,"

The Divine Lord of Spiritual Treasures revealed a trace of cold smile, slowly floating upward; terrifying quasi-Supreme pressure spread out through heaven and earth, forcibly cutting off the almost-substantial pressure of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect fleet, matching them blow for blow.

"Fellow Daoist, your coming to our sect is truly too rude—"

He revealed a hint of icy coldness as he spoke slowly.

Suddenly,

His voice paused, his expression shifting slightly.

"Shut up!"

"You shut up for me right now!"

A distorted roar echoed in the Divine Lord of Spiritual Treasures' heart: "What the hell is this?! How could such a level of power appear in a remote world cluster?"

"How could a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Child appear?!"

"Is this the Upper Realm? Have you run to the Upper Realm?!!"

This voice was inexplicably panicked.

"What's wrong, Patriarch?"

The Divine Lord of Spiritual Treasures' heart thumped, and he asked inwardly.

This was the inheritance supreme treasure of the Upper Clarity Spiritual Treasure Sect; after the lingering radiance and thoughts of many patriarchs descended, the inheritance supreme treasure became the vessel for the patriarchs' Near-Immortal Destiny, its spiritual intelligence and power soaring enormously — named the Inheritance Supreme Treasure, but in actual status it stood above even his own position as Supreme Elder of this sect.

In his heart, he also respected the Xinde Sect's Inheritance Supreme Treasure.

Because he knew that in this world there would never again be any living being or treasure so selfless toward him, so caring for him.

"What's wrong?"

"How would I know what's wrong!"

The Upper Clarity Spiritual Treasure Palace said, somewhat frantic: "The lingering radiance of so many patriarchs, the arts of so many patriarchs — since they've appeared here, how could an enemy of this level possibly appear now? Shouldn't it only appear after you've grown strong?"

"Theoretically speaking, the surrounding realm environment should be peaceful or low-intensity warfare, a fertile stretch of land perfectly suited for your growth… otherwise this lingering radiance simply wouldn't have appeared!"

"Lingering radiance cannot appear in a dead zone!"

"Patriarch,"

"Are the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect fleet and the Great Sun Sword Master very strong?"

The Divine Lord of Spiritual Treasures' heart sank, and he asked.

Tens of thousands of years of tempering were ultimately not spent in vain; he calmed down in an instant.

At the same time, he was truly incredulous.

How could the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect have suddenly become so strong?

Fine, they have Heaven-Human level strength — but could it be that even the lingering radiance formed by many Supreme beings cannot destroy them? Granted, the lingering radiance cannot possess true Near-Immortal power, the material basis doesn't allow it, but it is still an extremely powerful force among Heaven-Humans!

"Yes, the living being before us is very strong."

"Especially that person suspected to be a Sword Child of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm… Laozi really envies them — compare people and you want to die, compare goods and you want to throw them away."

The Upper Clarity Spiritual Treasure Palace was consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred.

This remote place had actually given birth to a true Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Child, possibly even one who had advanced further — why didn't such a person appear on the seed of the Spiritual Treasure Realm?

"This disciple is ashamed."

The Divine Lord of Spiritual Treasures felt ashamed in his heart.

"Stop being ashamed, damn it!"

"Quickly go smooth things over for me, buy time — wait until you've grown strong, at least wait until you've ascended to Heaven-Human before we talk."

The Upper Clarity Spiritual Treasure Palace cursed: "My chance of defeating them right now is less than thirty percent; running away with you is doable, but this world cluster is small, and outside is a stretch of desolate void — we wouldn't even know where to run. Quickly, smooth things over."

"Don't be afraid of losing face."

"Don't look at how our patriarchs through the ages cut such dignified figures — when they were young, who didn't suffer a bit, who didn't have a past they couldn't bear to recall? They too once served as dogs for others; what face does a young whippersnapper like you have to lose?"

"I know, I know, Patriarch."

"I'm already over seventy thousand, almost eighty thousand years old — I understand, don't worry."

The Divine Lord of Spiritual Treasures replied.

In the span of a breath, he rapidly adjusted his mindset; the cold smile at his lips appeared for an instant then vanished, replaced by a humble smile: "Fellow Daoist Jiang Ding Zi, you were far too rude—"

"If you were descending, why not give notice in advance, so that we cultivators of this humble sect could

have come out to welcome you in advance, so as not to lose propriety."

"This humble Daoist privately believes this is truly inconsistent with the 'Regulations on the Management of Immortal Sects' Subsidiary Civilizations and Sects.'"

"Disciples of the lower sect pay their respects,"

Lingbao Shenjun bowed deeply to the massive fleet: "Pay respects to the Grand Sun Councilor, pay respects to Your Excellency the Regent, pay respects to the envoys from the upper sects."

"It is our utmost honor for the envoys to grace our sect with their presence."

He bowed again and again, humbled to the extreme, with unmatched skill; this was how he had spent his years.

Swords drawn and bows taut, the military formation's oppressive pressure deepened; the ten great deep-space fleets of the Immortal Sects, with countless ship cannons and quasi-ninth-tier forbidden nuclear weapons poised to fire simultaneously, paused slightly as the fleet's collective will thought and decided.

Finally, they looked toward the Grand Sun Sword Master.

A youth in green robes flashed and vanished, appearing before Lingbao Shenjun.

His indifferent gaze swept all directions, finally settling on Lingbao Shenjun, yet seeming not to settle on Lingbao Shenjun at all, but on something deeper.

"Pay respects,"

"Senior from the Shangqing Lingbao Palace."

Jiang Ding bowed slightly in greeting.

The Shangqing Lingbao Sect's inherited treasure, after receiving the thoughts of numerous Supreme Ones, could already be called a senior; its power might be weak for now, but in terms of knowledge, it could certainly be called a senior master.

Lingbao Shenjun's body stiffened slightly.

Then, a hoarse will came from the Ninefold Lingbao Dao Rings, sighing: "Truly the Sword Disciple of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, the mutated Sun Sword Disciple."

"Damn it, why didn't this sect have such good fortune?"

"Those two gloomy sword cultivators, Lin Yang and Lin Yin, had no shame or propriety at all, yet their luck was so good; truly, good men do not live long, while troublemakers survive a thousand years."

"The two Founding Ancestors planned far ahead."

Jiang Ding's expression did not change.

The sages of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm are also sages of the Immortal Sects; this is a principle long established. All beings who once contributed to the human Immortal Dao technological civilization should be remembered, including the Ancient God Ancestors.

"Little Jiang,"

"Let's discuss something."

The Shangqing Lingbao Palace, with a shameless face, said: "What if the Shangqing Lingbao Sect continues to serve as your Immortal Sect's dog?"

"Don't let me brag to you; our Lingbao Realm's artifact forging is both excellent and fast. With us, forging magical treasures, forging mechanical flying boats, none of these would be an issue."

"Between realms, if our Lingbao Realm serves as a subsidiary sect, who would not praise us?"