Chapter 2102: The Autumn Final Hunt of the Human Race

Jiang Ding silently gazed at the distant night sky.

This was his first time seeing the sky of the Qingfeng Beidou Star Domain; it was the first time his true body had come here, bringing many novel experiences.

The phenomena around him were naturally existing; as long as he did not restrain himself, these phenomena would spontaneously emerge.

This was a being that naturally consumed all light and matter like a black hole, containing terrifying mass, energy, and authority over cosmic rules, inherently influencing the outside world.

At this moment, standing within this starry expanse, the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal's heart gradually grew calm.

Let the enemies run if they wish to run.

It has no effect, for before beings capable of traversing vast star domains and waging endless cosmic wars, flight is meaningless.

"We pay homage, Sword Son!"

The two human supreme beings bowed deeply in reverence; they had always guarded this place and never left.

They were two people he recognized.

Jiang Ding's gaze settled upon them.

One was a martial woman, vigorous and radiant, clad in Bai Yu armor—the former Qingfeng Beidou Sacred Maiden, now the Qingfeng Beidou Supreme, Seventh-Catastrophe Supreme, drawing near to the Eighth-Catastrophe Supreme.

"Has the former Qingfeng Beidou Supreme long departed?"

Jiang Ding asked calmly.

The former Qingfeng Beidou Supreme was merely a Third-Catastrophe Supreme; though she grew with time, she could never break through to Seventh-Catastrophe. This Supreme was hastily elevated during Qingfeng Beidou Sacred Land's crisis, with severely insufficient foundation and potential, barely sustaining the sect's survival through the imperial relics of the ancient Qingfeng Beidou Emperor, successfully waiting for the arrival of the new Qingfeng Beidou Supreme.

The former Qingfeng Beidou Supreme had firmly stood by his side when he was weak, and there was some bond between them.

Though only some.

Even so, upon meeting his descendant, a greeting was proper etiquette.

"Sword Son, my master departed many years ago, having passed away of natural causes."

"Thank you for your remembrance."

The Qingfeng Beidou Supreme bowed deeply, expressing gratitude.

She was exceedingly cautious.

This stemmed from Qingfeng Beidou Sacred Land's history—the glorious deeds of the Qingfeng Beidou Mad Sovereign were vividly remembered; he slaughtered the last lineage of the Ten Thousand Methods Ancient Emperor, which might provoke new suspicion from True Immortals.

The other Seventh-Catastrophe Supreme was naturally the Seventh Kill Sword Son of the Seventh Kill Divine Dynasty, now the Seventh Kill Sword Lord.

In the past, the former Seventh Kill Sword Lord attempted to assassinate a True Immortal; after exposure, the Seventh Kill Divine Dynasty fell, and only a few disciples like the Seventh Kill Sword Son and Kong Sha Sword Son—who had participated in the Great Dream Sword Realm project and earned merit—were pardoned. Now, these former Seventh Kill disciples have matured, producing several Supremes.

Among them, the strongest Seventh Kill Sword Son is now a Seventh-Catastrophe Supreme with Eighth-Catastrophe potential.

The remaining ones—the Wuji Sword Son, Zang Tian Sword Son, Huang Huo Sword Son, and Zhenjun He Huan Sacred Maiden—remain in slumber, for their respective paths' Eighth-Catastrophe Supremes have not yet died, preventing their ascension.

"Seventh Kill friend, do you have doubts regarding your ascent to Eighth-Catastrophe?"

Jiang Ding looked at the Seventh Kill Sword Son, now the Seventh Kill Sword Lord, and asked slowly.

"Yes."

"Sword Son."

The Seventh Kill Sword Son bowed respectfully and said: "The Star Domain is too tranquil; opponents are hard to find. Thus, there is much fog upon my path, requiring battle to pierce through."

"Enemies,"

"will come."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

After unifying the Seven Star Domains, he would reorganize the seven human Dao-Bing armies, adding military formations infused with his own Immortal Dao universe's constant formulas, specializing formations, and further enhancing the Dao-Bing's combat power.

Ultimately, he would forge the strongest Supreme Great Sun Sword Dao-Bing—an elite force transcending all others, where every Supreme between star domains is naturally a member.

"We pay homage, Your Majesty!"

After the current Seventh Kill Sword Lord and Qingfeng Beidou Supreme knelt and bowed, the surrounding crowd of ordinary Supremes and Seventh-Catastrophe Supremes collectively knelt in unison, their voices shaking the heavens, triggering ripples of cosmic rules—numbering hundreds of Supremes.

These were all the Supremes of the entire Seven Star Domains.

Compared to their predecessors, the elder Supremes had long passed away; these Supremes were born and raised under the radiance of the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal since childhood.

They had long grown accustomed to the Immortal's order; their ages were far younger than hers, and their loyalty and obedience were innate.

"No need for such formalities."

Jiang Ding smiled faintly.

Inside, however, he felt a sense of disorientation.

In his mind, Supremes should be ancient beings; now, a group of very young cultivators had become Supremes, unlike the past.

In the distance, lights descended, their aura terrifying yet tinged with decay.

"We,"

"pay homage, Your Majesty!"

"May Your Majesty reign for ten thousand ages, restore the glory of the Human Immortal Dynasty, and attain the Dao to become Immortal!"

The Zhenjun He Huan Dao Lord, Wuji Sword Lord, Zang Tian Sword Lord, Tanlang Dao Lord, and others arrived, kneeling on one knee, offering their highest reverence to the Human True Immortal.

They saw the grotesque, terrifying Lei Ting palm-print wound on her chest, radiating an aura of indestructible ten thousand methods—a state of grave injury—and their hearts tightened.

Their loyalty did not diminish; instead, it sank even deeper into their bones.

"Elder Lords, please rise."

"You are all elders; no need for such grand rites."

Jiang Ding's voice was gentle: "You are all meritorious subjects—why cling to such formalities?"

"No!"

"To serve Your Majesty faithfully is our duty!"

The Wuji Sword Lord and others said solemnly.

Their hearts eased slightly, filled with immense relief.

It seems that even after ascending to Supreme, the True Immortal did not turn her back on old acquaintances; the inertia of rule still remained, which should be related to the fact that I had never truly crossed the Lei Chi in the past.

"This Lord observes that the auras of all you elders are subtly connected and carry an aura of death; what is the reason for this?"

Jiang Ding asked curiously.

The auras of these few Human Race Eight Tribulations Supremes at this moment seemed as one; he had been somewhat excited just now, but he never expected the target to not be him.

"Your Majesty, this is the Human Race tradition across the Seven Star Domains."

"Nothing strange."

The Wujie Sword Master's voice was calm as he said, "When the Human Race Eight Tribulations Supremes approach the limit of their lifespan, they will jointly cast the Life-and-Death Seal, using the certainty of our deaths a thousand years hence as the price to form a great formation, then summon numerous Seven Tribulations Supremes and ordinary Supremes, impose prohibitions upon them, and together launch an assault against the Divine Path and Demon Race allied armies."

"Using death as the price to severely injure or slay numerous Divine Path and Demon Race Supremes, buying time for the growth of the new generation of Supremes."

"In these final moments of life, we few old things can still be considered united, throwing ourselves into danger without fear of death, so we often achieve our goals."

"Pity that at this time, the Divine Path and Demon Race Supremes often hide within formations; otherwise, it might be possible to wipe them out in one stroke."

"This process is called the Spring and Autumn Final Hunt."

The Wujie Sword Master sounded somewhat regretful.

The Spring and Autumn Final Hunt!

A large crowd of Human Race Supremes around felt a chill run through their bodies.

The Eight Tribulations Supremes' lifespans are nearing their end and they fear no death, but we are all still in our prime!

Alas, since all Eight Tribulations Supremes reached a consensus, combined with the great righteousness of the Human Race, all Supremes can only listen to orders with solemnity; those who resist will incur the strike of the entire Human Race, facing certain death.