Chapter 1780: Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Sword Soul

A single sword slash cut through heaven and earth!

This sword strike, born from a star-river scroll, condensed from a two-dimensional spatial scroll into a supreme, razor-sharp edge, slashed across the sky, shattered the Two Realms Vajra Womb Treasury Grand Formation, and split clean through every obstacle in its path.

Everything within heaven and earth fell still.

The wind, the rain, the natural shifts of the cosmos and star rivers, the omnipresent astral winds and currents—all of it froze solid, all of it perished.

In the end, all that remained of the Future Buddha Son and the Xingtian God Son was a single, straight sword wound running from their brows to their groins.

"I…"

The Xingtian God Son's eyes bulged like a frog's, his heart flooded with absolute terror, yet his whole body had gone limp and powerless.

Boundless darkness surged in from all four directions, slowly extinguishing every flame of vitality.

Death felt so real it was impossible to believe—dreamlike.

Here, in the heartland of the Xingtian Heavenly Court, beneath the radiance of the Divine Dao, he was about to die, about to die!

Just like those chickens and ducks sacrificed to the heavens—about to die!

How could this be possible?

How could anyone accept this?!

This shouldn't be, this couldn't be, this isn't real!!!

"No!"

"No, no, no!"

The Xingtian God Son let out a shrill, furious roar.

He had somehow still maintained his self-awareness, still maintained his vocal organs.

That sword strike was too fast! Too sharp!

In an instant it had already cut through, slicing apart his divine soul, divine body, and the core of his Divine Dao incense offerings—so swiftly that these sentient organs couldn't even sense they had been shattered.

Unfortunately, this was his final sign of life.

A wave of searing agony crashed over him.

"No…"

Amid his shrill wailing, the Xingtian God Son suddenly burst apart, his body collapsing into countless chunks of rotting flesh and blood.

A clump of blood mingled with bone-powder tumbled down onto the starry earth; even the most fundamental vitality that composed life had been extinguished by that single sword, severed at the level of cause and effect. Countless resurrection contingencies he had refined over tens of thousands of years had no chance to activate at all.

Xingtian Heavenly Court, Xingtian God Son—dead!

"Amitabha!"

On the Future Buddha Son, the straight sword wound from brow to groin was clearly visible.

He did not display the hysterical emotional upheaval of the Xingtian God Son; he merely sat cross-legged, and a blazing red lotus flame rose up around him, its firelight illuminating his face.

"Patron,"

"the future will surely be my Buddha's greatest enemy."

The Future Buddha Son rolled prayer beads between his fingers and chanted softly: "But my Buddha differs from the Xingtian divine beasts. He loves the people, counsels the people, guides them toward goodness. All sentient beings willingly and sincerely believe in him, bowing in worship."

"Within my Buddha's Pure Land, all beings enjoy peace and happiness."

"Within my Buddha's Pure

Land, cultivators may practice freely, and devout believers, upon death, also return to the Buddha's Pure Land, enjoying their days until their divine souls collapse—never refined into weapons or a Buddhist army."

"The Great Sun Tathagata Future Buddha is a true Buddha. He has always upheld the covenant between gods and men: sentient beings offer my Buddha their incense, and my Buddha offers them a spiritual home. The faithful ascend to the Buddha's Pure Land until their divine souls end, exactly as promised in the sutras."

"Patron, you shall come to know…"

At this point, the Great Sun Future Buddha Son's voice suddenly paused.

Boom!

The pitch-black sword wound from brow to groin collapsed.

This vajra-indestructible Buddha Son's Dharma body crumbled like tofu; the Dharma body refined through ten thousand kalpas of imperishable incense suddenly lost all spirituality—divine soul, Divine Dao core, all of it shattered and perished, the last flicker of vitality extinguished along with it.

Great Sun Tathagata Buddha Son—dead!

Within the vast world of gods and Buddhas, the two strongest Buddha Sons and God Sons had been slain—by a Great Sun Swordspawn who had lain dormant for six thousand years—within the very heart of their own domain!

"This sovereign, right now,"

"is happy."

Jiang Ding stood in the starry sky gripping his sword hilt, squinting his eyes in bliss, like a little cat.

The longing that had gnawed at him without pause for tens of thousands of years, the Great Sun killing instinct that had never rested, were answered at last with immeasurable joy and fulfillment. A flood of inspiration surged through his mind, and a great sense of ease and utter contentment welled up within him.

"Hopefully,"

"may there be days like this year after year, and moments like this age after age!"

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and laughed heartily.

His gaze fell upon the spot where the Future Buddha Son and Xingtian God Son's Dharma bodies and divine souls had collapsed. He saw a golden lotus Dharma treasure, a mountain of thunder refined from divine metal, and a host of dazzling golden treasures and storage pouches, but he paid them no heed at all. He simply stared at that pile of ashes and laughed heartily: "Still not coming out?"

"This sovereign has heard that the original seeds of Divine Dao Supreme God Sons and Buddha Sons are a single drop of divinity split off from the Divine Dao Supreme himself, nurtured into life—a reincarnation of the Divine Dao Supreme, sent to experience the mortal world and all its affairs, so as to anchor the emotions of living beings and not lose themselves within the boundless incense offerings."

"If this single drop of the Divine Dao Supreme's divinity is lost, even the Divine Dao Supreme himself will be grievously wounded."

"So,"

"you two old mongrels,"

Jiang Ding rested his hand on his sword hilt and spoke unhurriedly.

"Tell me, isn't that right?"

One of the supreme inheritances possessed by the immortal gate—the inheritance of the Fallen Immortal Realm's Heaven-Fallen Emperor's Court, the upper-realm immortal sect of Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace!

Regarding the Divine Dao Supreme, he possessed sufficient knowledge!

Rumble!

In the next instant, boundless Lei Chong Guang blazed across the endless sky, boundless light bloomed, and Buddha-light from the future reflected down, shrouding heaven and earth.

"Ant!"

"You seek death!"

A terrifying voice like punitive Lei Ting floated through heaven and earth, as if the master of countless living beings; within the endless heavenly tribulation Lei Ting, the supreme cultivators of the world tested their killing intent, enough to make the souls of any cultivator below the supreme rank in the world freeze, unable to move, and submissively bow down involuntarily.

"You are the one seeking death!"

"You damn bastard!"

The Great Sun Sword Disciple, even more furious than him, instantly changed his expression: "A single drop of weak divinity!"

"Daring to act big before this Lord!"

"You are threatening your old bastard!"

"This Lord sees you are tired of living and wish to die early!"

Clang!

Amidst scorching and furious sounds, the Taiqing Flying Sword drew from its sheath!

Heaven, earth, and the starry river instantly froze; the matter, karma, and rules of the four directions of the universe, even time, all formed a frozen picture.

One sword strike followed, descending.

Boom!

A white scroll of Lei Chong Guang and Buddha-light shattered; many mists were forcibly torn apart, revealing the scene within.

Two drops of dreamlike water, one azure and one bright with Buddha-light, were fleeing madly, rushing madly beyond this battlefield, completely lacking the cold killing intent and terrifying momentum spoken of in their mouths.

The Sword of Annihilating Space struck these two drops of divinity as if striking a mere phantom; it only carried away some spiritual light, unable to completely destroy them.

This is divinity!

The divinity of a Divine Dao Supreme!

This divinity possesses an extremely high dimension; it is the core of the Divine Dao Supreme, invulnerable to ten thousand methods. Even though its bearer, the Divine Son, was slain and greatly weakened, it could not be trapped or slain by a regular Fourth Path Disciple.

These two drops of divinity traveled ten thousand li in an instant, about to vanish completely!

Even the Six Realms of Reincarnation realm blocking the four directions could not hinder them by a hair!

Such cunning and experience.

"Good, good, good!"

"No wonder you are an old senior of the Divine Dao; compared to you, this Lord is still too immature and prone to emotional outbursts."

Jiang Ding, witnessing this scene, sighed: "Indeed, this Lord is too young. And too simple and kind, often easily deceived by bad people."

"This is unavoidable."

The Great Sun Sword Disciple pitied himself.

Boom!

Behind him, a vague, terrifying, and boundless sword soul rose slowly!

Boundless power of annihilation shrouded the four directions, imprisoning them, even causing the divinity of the two Divine Dao Supremes to pause and slow; their speed suddenly decreased greatly, and even the divinity could not instantly penetrate such a gaze.

In the next moment,

this terrifying sword soul, in its black-and-white dual pupils, one pitch-black pupil suddenly flickered.