Chapter 2072: Yue Holds Her Head High and Chest Out

Amid the escort of numerous powerful figures from the Fallen Immortal Xian Gao Jie, the people of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm returned once more to the Yin-Yang Extreme Domain, to the ancestral land of their mountain gate.

Many things had happened here after their evacuation back then; ownership changed hands multiple times, and the most recent masters were the race of the Dayang Dayang Tianchi, who had developed it into an important ancestral territory.

Now, within the mountain gate, there were butterfly nests one after another, remnants of dreams.

From these ruins, one could faintly discern the traces of existence of a magnificent quasi-immortal clan that nearly unified the Fallen Immortal Xian Gao Jie.

But now everything had vanished, leaving only ruins; the Dayang Dayang Tianchi within had been executed one by one, by the will and command of a supreme being.

The Yin-Yang Extreme Domain remained in this state.

This was a deliberate order from Jiang Ding; when it came to constructing a new mountain gate for the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, no one was more skilled than Sun Supreme and the others, for only they knew what they truly wanted; no matter how well others built, it could not compare to the grass, trees, bricks, and tiles of their own memories.

"How many years has it been? Finally, we have returned to our hometown..."

Sun Supreme revealed a nostalgic expression: "Back then, when we evacuated in haste, I thought this would be our final parting; my heart was often filled with worry, and I dared not show this weakness to others."

"Now, everything has been overcome."

"Hometown..."

Yang Gu Tianren and the others were somewhat on the verge of tears.

This was the place where they were born and grew up; the memories of their youth, the aspirations and recollections of their prime, the worries of old age... all of this happened here.

Jiang Ding watched with a smile, fully understanding their emotions.

"Senior, would you be willing to personally restore the mountain gate once built by the ancestral masters of past generations?"

Jiang Ding proposed.

Of all he had learned throughout his life, the most crucial inheritance came from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion; especially from the First Great Sun Sword Master. After Zou Zou Xiyuan and the others died, all hatred had dissipated, leaving only the gratitude of inheritance to be cherished; the inheritance of Immortal Dao Science belonged to all of humanity and held no fault.

And the inheritance of the First Great Sun Sword Master and others came from the ancestral masters of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm of past generations.

Without the efforts of the sages of the human race of past generations, without this star-like brilliance of inherited wisdom, every realm bottleneck would require opening a new path and developing anew; for him to advance to Tianren now would already be great fortune, let alone think of Supreme; the path of a lifetime would have been severed long ago.

Such grace must never be forgotten with gratitude.

"Personally restore the mountain gate?"

"Hahaha! Good! Let it be so!"

Sun Supreme was extremely delighted; he called out to the crowd, leaped to the ground in one step, scooped up a cup of soil, and began to wield his magic power.

One could see palaces rising from the ground, rivers flowing, and plants sprouting; all were scenes from memory, even the sword-carved marks on the threshold were exactly the same, with no difference whatsoever.

Sun Sword Disciple lent a hand on the side; Tianren of the Sun lineage dug holes and passed soil; everyone joined hands, brick by brick, to begin restoring the various places of the Sun lineage.

"Personally restoring the ancestral masters' mountain gate is indeed a great joy of the human world."

Moon Supreme revealed a moved expression.

She and Moon Sword Disciple, along with numerous Tianren of the Moon lineage, also walked onto the earth to personally restore the mountain gate from their memories.

One could see this land boiling and undulating; palaces rose one by one, streams flowed one by one, even a dilapidated thatched cottage, and a large broken stone with a gap before the mountain gate were restored; that was where a certain Sun Supreme of a past generation had broken a sword while forging it in his youth; every place held history.

"Let us begin as well."

"The traces left by the ancestral masters of past generations must not be lost."

Yang Gu Tianren called upon several Tianren of the Pure Yang lineage to come forward together to restore the mountain gate.

"Every blade of grass and tree of the ancestral masters of the past must be preserved."

Tianren of the Ghost Sword lineage, Beast Sword lineage, Extreme Yin lineage, Earth Sword lineage, and others all began to act; their numbers were rather sparse, usually only one or two Tianren, most often just a single Tianren, yet they too had their own generations of ancestral masters and generations of memories, which in their hearts were more precious than anything else.

Of course, there was also the Yin-Yang lineage.

They had a very good relationship with the Moon and Sun lineages; the mountain gate was a mix, with both sides lending a hand to build the mountain gate together.

Everyone worked busily, and within a few short months, they had restored their respective mountain gates; all traces of the Dayang Dayang Tianchi had vanished, completely returning to the state Jiang Ding had seen when he first arrived at the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm; nothing had changed.

Of course, these were merely buildings and the like; the sect-protecting formation arrays would need to be constructed later, not so quickly.

"Pure Yang,"

"Come, build a mountain gate here as well, just as we built a brand new mountain gate at the Yin-Yang Sword Sect back then; from now on, this shall be the place where the Great Sun Sword Masters of past generations return home."

Sun Supreme invited.

Yang Gu Tianren, Yin-Yang Tianren, and many other Tianren all turned their gaze to this historical moment.

"Very well."

Jiang Ding pondered slightly and agreed.

He thought for a moment, summoned two array spirits: one was a massive crystal sphere spinning endlessly, the other a pool of pitch-black shadow.

The Great Sun Dayang Tianchi, and the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion, Hei.

"Hei, long time no see."

Yue greeted.

Regarding the numerous Supremes and Tianren around her, she was not in the least intimidated; she even looked down upon the many powerful figures, completely unbothered, wearing an air of supreme superiority.

I, Yue, am the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi who grew up accompanying the True Immortal Maiden since childhood!

I am the future quasi-immortal supreme treasure!

Yue thought, holding her head high and chest out.

"Yue?"

Moon Supreme felt a great sense of intimacy toward this small artifact spirit, for this was the heirloom treasure of the Moon lineage.

However, this little one was entirely filled with the destructive aura of the Great Sun, lacking any of the gentleness the Moon lineage should possess; its sharpness was fully exposed, carrying an air of madness.

Moon Supreme thought for a moment and asked, "Yue, where is your Moon lineage?"

"Moon lineage?"

"Moon Supreme, they are still in inheritance; they have already transformed into the Yin-Yang lineage."

Yue's arrogance somewhat subsided as she replied unwillingly.

"I see."

The Supreme Yin Realm realized this and fell silent.

"Hail the Sword Master!"

He said in a deep, dark tone.

He is the sect's legacy forged by generations of Solar Sword Masters, with little connection to the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm; he has no life, only rules and logic, and serves only the Solar Sword Son and the Solar Sword Master. Since the Solar Sword Son has not yet been born, he serves only the Solar Sword Master.

"Hmm."

"Go restore the mountain gate of the Solar Sword Pavilion."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

What is the Solar Sword Pavilion like?

This is recorded in the Immortal Sect's library—long ago, the Immortal Sect led troops to crush it. But Jiang Ding has no memories of it, so he cannot restore it.

"Understood, Sword Son."

"Yes, Sword Master!"

The two Heavenly-Class legacy treasures flew off in separate directions.

Soon after, a black, glass-like peak, as if scorched by sunlight for tens of thousands of years, rose from the earth.

A cruel, heartless, frenzied, bloodthirsty aura that destroyed all things spread outward, shaking the hearts of the many Heavenly Ones present and deepening their understanding of this mad, terrifying Solar Sword Dao.

This, then, is the legacy seat of the Solar Sword Pavilion—the place where generations of Solar Sword Masters meditated—Yang Min Mountain.