Chapter 2146: The Orthodoxy of the Great Sun Light Sword Dao

Chong Chong Guang Zi is dead.

"That bastard, he actually died."

"Good riddance…"

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

When that kid was alive, he couldn't even be bothered to meet him, gave him no support, and just let him grow on his own, like a stubborn weed by the roadside.

But now that he was dead, why did his heart ache a little?

Jiang Ding thought for a long while and found his answer.

Throughout his life, Chong Chong Guang Zi had always upheld the Sword Laws of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion—even in his very last moment.

He could have chosen to challenge a Seven Tribulation Supreme like Supreme Yin or Supreme Yang, who would have been far more fitting opponents, but instead he issued a Sacred Sword Duel to the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal.

Why?

Because the Supreme Great Sun Sword Son, who presides over the orthodoxy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, had declared that Great Sun Sword Cultivators were not permitted to initiate internal Sacred Sword Duels.

Chong Chong Guang Zi accepted that logic.

Therefore, in his final moment, he chose another path.

Namely, to challenge the Great Sun Sword Lord to a Sacred Sword Duel, and in this way—one that conformed to the Sword Laws of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion—openly overturn every rule the Great Sun Sword Lord had set down.

So long as the current Great Sun Sword Lord is slain, the Sword Laws he decreed will become void; this is the most fundamental Sword Law of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, and its priority overrides all other Sword Laws.

Such a pure sword cultivator is now dead—of course a sword cultivator's heart would ache.

"Chong Chong Guang Zi was a decent man."

Moved as he was, Jiang Ding almost wanted to kill him with his own hands.

A sword cultivator this pure, though weak in strength, dying beneath a Sword Immortal's blade is no disgrace to her flying sword—rather, it is a stroke of fortune for both sides.

"Did Chong Chong Guang Zi's lineage get passed down?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Young Master, it did…"

Gong Gong Caiyu began to answer, then closed her mouth.

The moment the Sword Immortal asked the question, the surrounding Heavenly Dao rules had already supplied the answer—as if her word had become law, nearly omniscient and omnipotent like a being from myth.

The Heavenly Dao rules trembled, spiritual energy shifted, and a scene projected itself before the two of them.

In the Great Black Heaven Extreme Domain, on a pitch-black mountain peak touched by sunlight, a scruffy, unshaven middle-aged swordsman sat cross-legged. His body was covered in dust, even sprouting weeds; no one knew how many thousands of years he had been in silent cultivation here, like a forgotten stone.

This sword cultivator carried an aura of great light and great destruction—a Three Tribulation Supreme.

This was the scene conjured by the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal's word-made-law, the Heavenly Dao shifting to reveal the person and thing most closely bound by karmic ties to the Sword Immortal's curiosity.

Jiang Ding's gaze grew somewhat distant.

"Young Master,"

"This is the second-generation inheritor of the Great Sun Light Sword Dao—the Great Sun Light Sword Sovereign."

Gong Gong Caiyu chose her words carefully. "In terms of talent… he is rather mediocre on the scale of the Endless Starry Sky. Three Tribulation Supreme seems to be his ceiling. He should be a steady, consolidating sort, like the second-generation Great Sun Sword Lord; in his lifetime, he ought to be able to patch some of the flaws in the Great Sun Light Sword Dao."

"Chong Chong Guang Zi's Sword Dao was too extreme, its flaws too great; aside from himself, probably no one could cultivate it to Six Tribulations."

"The Great Sun Light Sword Dao needs to settle, needs generation after generation of Sword Sovereigns to explore, to blaze the trail, only then will it gradually be perfected, and only then will there be any possibility of reaching Seven Tribulations or even higher realms."

"Or else, an absurdly gifted, once-in-an-era prodigy will appear within the Great Sun Light orthodoxy and drastically shorten this process."

This is the history of countless holy lands and divine dynasties' orthodoxies throughout history.

Behind every successful sect lie the bones of countless failures; success is never guaranteed, but an exceedingly rare accident.

The Great Sun Light Sword Dao may well be lost to time, vanishing from history entirely.

"This inheritor of Chong Chong Guang Zi is indeed mediocre."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, agreeing with Gong Gong Caiyu's view, and drew back his gaze.

He was no longer interested.

This was perfectly normal—mediocrity and consolidation are always the majority; where do once-in-an-era prodigies come from so often? Who could be so lucky as to have such a prodigy appear in the very second generation?

In truth, having even one consolidating lord in the second generation of an orthodoxy was already a very fortunate thing.

"Young Master, now that you've seen an old friend's successor, won't you send a gift?"

Gong Gong Caiyu asked, somewhat curious.

It wasn't that she herself favored the Great Sun Light Sword Dao; rather, according to past history, whenever a Great Sun Sword Lord saw an old friend's successor, he had always been very gracious—without exception.

The Great Sun Light Sword Dao, however, was different—it was completely ignored.

"No gift."

"I didn't even send Chong Chong Guang Zi anything—why would I send his inheritor anything?"

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes.

After a pause, he felt it was a bit impolite.

"The Star Domain War seems about to begin."

"There will be many battles ahead."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, then said: "When the time comes, remember to throw the inheritors of the Great Sun Light Sword Dao into the most dangerous battlefields. Throw one in for every one that dies, throw one in for every one that dies—don't treat the sword cultivators of this orthodoxy as people."

"Don't force them, don't compel them—just always give them the best and most dangerous opportunities, and let them choose however they wish."

"That is the gift I send to Chong Chong Guang Zi, I suppose."

"He should like it."

This order was somewhat complicated and liable to be over-enforced by the bureaucratic system, but Jiang Ding trusted that Gong Gong Caiyu could handle it well and fully carry out his will.

"Oh, Young Master, I understand."

Gong Gong Caiyu noted it down.

"Let's go, see an old friend."

"These old friends grow fewer by the day; today might be our last meeting. Better not miss it again."

Jiang Ding sighed softly and led Gong Gong Caiyu toward the direction of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

In the sea of the Yin-Yang Realm, the sound of flutes and zithers drifted over; male cultivators played flutes, female cultivators played zithers, and streams of seven-colored musical notes spread outward in all directions, magnificent and beautiful.

These were the current Supreme of the Sun and the Supreme of the Moon.

These two dogs looked like they were living quite well, gazing at each other with deep affection, their eyes practically melting into strings.

Having been together for over five hundred thousand years, they seemed not yet to have hit the seven-year itch; their feelings remained strong, which was strange and puzzling.

It just felt a bit lacking in ambition.

Lacking the sharpness of sword cultivators, that high-spirited will to advance and never retreat.

After an unknown length of time, the sound of flutes and zithers ceased.

"Are Le'er and the others still executed?"

The Supreme of the Moon said coldly.

This was one of her descendants, cute in appearance, obedient and filial, at least in her presence, yet she never expected that for violating certain laws, she now had to depart.

Truly unbearable.

"They should be dead."

"Wife, chew chew chew, don't think about it; everything chew chew chew must be adapted to and gotten used to."

The Supreme of the Sun lay on the ground, a spiritual fruit in his mouth, chew chew chew, grinning cheekily and speaking indistinctly: "The two of us chew chew chew combined can't even beat Gong Gong Caiyu; surviving one move is already a struggle. Let's just muddle along chew chew chew..."

"This life of ours is destined for lying flat and enjoying fortune."

"Hmph!"

"Lacking ambition!"

The Supreme of the Moon snorted coldly.

However, though she appeared displeased, she was very satisfied in her heart.

What's wrong with spending a life in harmony, peacefully and comfortably? The Master and the others said the two of them were the luckiest generation in the sect, needing to endure no hardships.

Lacking ambition is quite good; if a man strives, he must abandon many things, such as a certain lonely sword madman who has been alone for a million years...

Clang!

At this moment, a sword sound imbued with the fluctuation of law-annihilation faintly drifted through the wind, pleasant and melodious.

This was the courtesy before a guest arrives.

Asking if they had time, if it was convenient?

"Pure... Pure Yang!"

"He he he he..."

The Supreme of the Sun shivered, quickly rising from his lying position; the spiritual fruit fell to the ground. He patted his somewhat wrinkled clothes up and down, like a mischievous monkey meeting an elder.