Chapter 2067: Dream Maiden and the Lord of Xian Gao Jie

Everything in this stretch of heaven and earth had settled back to calm.

The cycle of reincarnation, the Yellow Springs River, the mysterious youth within the cycle — all of it vanished, and the sky of Xian Gao Jie began to return to normal.

"A true immortal son of an alien race within the Six Paths of Reincarnation…"

Jiang Ding murmured.

Although this being had encountered the obstruction of the Human Race's Heavenly Dao and himself, and appeared to have failed in his advancement, he did not dare hold the matter in too light a regard.

Without his own existence, by borrowing the authority of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, that one could reincarnate across the endless starry sky — or perhaps only across several star domains — but in any case his influence would surely far surpass that of an ordinary true immortal son, and he would certainly hold a tremendous advantage on the future road of measuring the constants of the immortal Dao universe.

The path of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was too powerful, too bizarre.

Without his own existence, given that one's steady, cautious style of slumbering for three million years, that one would almost certainly have achieved the True Immortal Son of the Dream Dao, with innate talent and brilliance that shocked the world.

No wonder, though born of a small race, he had received the favor of so much of the demon race's fortune.

Of course, the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was now reviving.

This seemed to be yet another terrifying problem — the true immortal son on this path might not necessarily have the chance to achieve true immortality, and in the future might have to contest the authority with the reviving Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Just thinking about this path was enough to make one afraid.

The reason Jiang Ding had never in the past considered stepping onto the path of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was precisely this.

"Kill!"

Jiang Ding came back to himself slightly as a desperate, wretched pale-blue attack came flying toward him — to still have the courage was, he supposed, not bad; it had not disgraced the title of the demon race's Child of Anomaly.

This generation's Immortal Butterfly Son.

She burned everything she had and launched a final, desperate attack.

Then she froze into an amber, sealed within it, and would in the future become excellent research material.

A being like her could not even draw so much as a glance from a Human Race true immortal son — like an ant, like a blade of grass — her fate was sealed in the midst of such a tragic assault.

"Great Sun…"

"Great Sun Supreme…"

The Skyblood Dragon Lord wore a look of utter despair.

"…We are guilty…"

The hundred-headed Black Prison Supremes trembled as well; the two of them had not even dared to take part in such a terrifying battle, and after only a moment's hesitation and pacing, the slaughter was already over.

"The two of you — how many Human Race beings, more than hundreds of millions, have died at your hands or in your bellies?"

"You have no qualification whatsoever to be forgiven."

Jiang Ding sighed.

A Supreme was qualified to be regarded by him; he should not be ignored and should be given a certain degree of respect—this was his consistent principle.

"Not good!"

The Skyblood Dragon Lord and the hundred-headed Black Prison Supremes were seized with great terror.

The two of them thought no further, burned their essence blood, and fled madly in two directions,

fleeing — in an instant crossing who knew how much space, passing through how many laws.

Clang~

Behind them, within the shadow of the Law-Destroying Great Dao, the blue-robed youth Xu Xu slowly drew his sword.

A blade-leaf sword-light that slaughtered souls and extinguished spirits flashed and was gone — severing space, severing laws, severing the origin of the divine soul, ignoring all defenses — coming from a Demon Emperor who had once brought endless humiliation upon the Human Race's sword cultivators.

Clang!

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword.

In the distance, the Skyblood Dragon Lord and the hundred-headed Black Prison Supreme, who had fled no one knew how far, stiffened.

No one knew when, but a sword-shaped blood-hole had appeared on each of their foreheads; deep-red fresh blood gushed out, the spiritual light symbolizing life in their enormous pupils scattered bit by bit, and their star-like bodies crashed down to the earth, kicking up enormous clouds of dust.

In the final moment of their lives, would they recall the savagery and the overwhelming killing intent from back when they had resolved to surround and kill the Great Sun Sword Son?

Did they ever feel regret?

But that no longer mattered — death was the final outcome.

Heaven and earth were brimming with new life; a rainbow appeared at the edge of the sky, its seven-colored light shining upon the distant reaches of the realm.

The fall of the two Supremes seemed to herald a future — namely, that the old era of Xian Gao Jie, the era ruled by the many Human Race immortal sects and quasi-immortal races, an era that had lasted for tens of millions of years, had ended at this very moment; Xian Gao Jie was unified, and had welcomed the era belonging exclusively to the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Son.

Throughout all of Xian Gao Jie, henceforth there would be only one voice, one sovereign.

And that was —

The Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Son!

At this moment, Jiang Ding too felt a sigh of emotion in his heart.

"Many years ago,"

"when this lord first came to Xian Gao Jie, I wished to bring light and order to all the myriad worlds, all the heavens and earth, and all living beings — that was the dream of the past."

"And now, that dream has actually come true."

"This lord truly is a fortunate person…"

Jiang Ding sighed softly, with no small hint of self-satisfaction.

Casting his mind back, it should have been three hundred thousand years ago, when he first came to the lower domain of Xian Gao Jie, to the Thunderflame Domain — back then he had witnessed disasters ceaselessly in every land, the various sects and races warring without end, casualties unceasing, commoners and cultivators alike in misery, cities often slaughtered to the last soul, and peace extremely hard to come by.

That was when he, for the first time, conceived the thought of sweeping clean the myriad worlds.

Now, the thought of so many years ago had become reality.

The joy of the mortal world was at this very moment.

"This lord is truly amazing!"

"This lord, so strong!"

"This lord, unmatched beneath the heavens! The beings of all the worlds of Xian Gao Jie will, because of this lord's arrival, be blessed with happiness and peace — this is what this lord says…"

Jiang Ding felt smug, a bit carried away by his success.

After quite some time, he recovered, taking a single step to stand before the corpse of the Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord.

The Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord was dead.

Yet unlike other deceased beings, her body, her soul-substance, and the rules themselves still existed; indeed, they had increased, for Jiang Ding had added vast quantities of rare heavenly treasures and earthly gems, including even the primordial-grade celestial material Great Sun Immortal Spirit Gold, along with numerous heavenly treasures and earthly gems surrendered by the various Immortal Sects of the Seven Great Star Regions. One could say he had poured out everything he possessed.

The corpse of the Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord collapsed.

Within the phantom image of the Dharma-Annihilating Dao, her body underwent repeated reshaping and reforging, experiencing cycles of the Six Realms of Rebirth over and over, as myriad profound mysteries of the Immortal Way were born and perished.

Time passed, unknown how long.

Finally, a peerlessly beautiful woman, dreamlike and unreal as a True Person, resurrected from the collapsed body of the Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord. Kneeling on one knee, she said, "Sword Lord."

"Mm."

Jiang Ding gazed indifferently at this quasi-Immortal-grade Dao-artifact prototype within the dream realm, a perfect body of rebirth stolen from a True Immortal Maiden in a future cycle of reincarnation, the future core of the Great Dream Sword Realm.

"From today onward, your name is Meng Ji."

"Yes, Sword Lord."

Meng Ji bowed her head deeply.

She was now a magical treasure prototype, merely in the initial stages of refinement; the forging process had not ended, but had only just begun. She did not yet possess self-awareness; everything she did obeyed logic and rule-programs.

In the future, she would presumably awaken self-awareness.

For the expectations of the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Maiden regarding her were not limited to the present; rather, they were to fully unleash the potential she possessed, further advancing the mission of the Great Dream Sword Realm to gather the wisdom of countless starry sky prodigies, thereby further propelling the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Maiden's Dao toward the path of Immortality.

Even if, after awakening self-awareness, there existed the possibility of loss of control, that would be nothing more than a trivial flaw.

The Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Maiden cared little for this.

"The Fallen Realm has been cleared."

"Next, we wait for the return of many old friends from the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm. Many promises made years ago must be fulfilled one by one; this Lord is a good sword cultivator who keeps his word..."

Jiang Ding glanced at the dark starry sky above, then casually flew toward a direction, patrolling the land that belonged to him.