Chapter 2151

The Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace's meeting lasted three thousand years.

After three thousand years, this vast Infinite Star Realm-level force completed an internal reorganization, achieved preliminary integration and refinement of True Dragon Qi Destiny Imperial technology, and steadily elevated Supreme Great Sun Immortal Technology to a new tier.

Production and construction across all Great Worlds and Star Realms surged forward; Immortal Industrial Zones rose one after another, continuously producing Immortal Industrial goods—semi-finished products for cultivators' cultivation—and the force's efficiency in transforming the starry natural environment grew ever higher.

In just three thousand years, the war-torn star realms regained prosperity once more.

The smoke of battle was gone.

Across more than three hundred star realms, the human populace multiplied, their numbers expanding dramatically once again; geniuses emerged like sand and mud, overwhelming in number, among whom were world-class prodigies whose impact on specific Immortal Technology branches drew the Dao Court's attention and earned them major cultivation support.

Star realms developed, and Supreme Great Sun Immortal Technology advanced at breakneck speed.

In this process, the cosmic constants of the Supreme Great Sun Immortal Universe grew ever closer to truth, ever more precise, through exploration across all regions.

Meanwhile, the number of cultivators across star realms began to saturate, starting to damage the Immortal environment.

"Qi Condensation Certificate, Foundation Establishment Certificate, Jin Dan Certificate…"

Jiang Ding's gaze swept across, finally settling on the documents transmitted by the Great Dream Sword Realm's administrative system.

"Has it come to this?"

Jiang Ding blinked in surprise.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Macro-level regulation can no longer curb the rapid growth of cultivator numbers; clear policies must be enacted—cultivators who ascend without authorization must be punished."

The Fusu Holy Maiden spoke softly: "The Administrative Department proposes that promotion certificates be awarded based on scientific achievements, battlefield merits, and moral character, to better build a talent pool and further explore Immortal Dao."

On this document, the names of Yuan, Cheng Zhen, Qingfeng Qingfeng Beidou, and the Lord of Zhenjun He Huan Dao all appeared.

This represented a collective consciousness within the Dao Court's bureaucratic corps.

Jiang Ding's brow furrowed deeply.

Immortal Dao is about freedom.

Immortal research requires a spacious, free environment—not a society bound by rigid rules and regulations; such a society is too oppressive.

"Qi Condensation Certificate—fine."

"Control the total number of cultivators."

Jiang Ding said coolly: "All other certificates—Foundation Establishment, Jin Dan, and so on—abolish them entirely. Don't even think about them. If a cultivator has talent and hasn't broken the law, let him ascend."

"Don't be so eager to build an authoritarian Immortal society."

Jiang Ding sighed helplessly.

It was another damn test.

Even old friends like Yuan held such views—they felt intense unease toward forces within the Dao Court they could not fully control, and wanted to seize absolute command over everything.

"Not everyone has the confidence Your Majesty possesses."

"Many Dao companions' unease is inevitable."

The Fusu Holy Maiden smiled faintly.

Within the Dao Court, seriousness and liveliness coexisted; strict hierarchical order was not heavily emphasized, so these cultivators dared to test boundaries—this was a negative side effect of such a relaxed environment.

Only the current Sword Immortal could possibly control an organization like the Dao Court, which placed no limits on any powerful experts.

The day the Sword Immortal perished would be the day the Dao Court collapsed into civil war.

"Beyond the law, all is permitted."

"Don't interfere with what others think or do—as long as they break no law. People may be strong or weak, talented or dull, but all are equal. Mortals are no different from us—they feel joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness just the same."

Jiang Ding instructed.

This Dao partner was one of the most important figures in his life; she would accompany him for roughly thirty million years—better to understand each other well.

"Yes, understood, Your Majesty."

The Fusu Holy Maiden's eyes and brows carried a gentle smile.

From afar, a soft footstep echoed.

Moments later, a Supreme Being with a long beard and an aura of destiny entered the palace and kowtowed: "Senior Qian Fa bows before the Sword Master!"

His voice was crisp, strong, and resonant.

He was a relatively young Eighth-Catastrophe Supreme Being, only seventy or eighty thousand years old.

"Senior Qian Fa…"

Jiang Ding silently regarded the young Eighth-Catastrophe Supreme Being before him.

Faintly, he seemed to see the face of an old friend—the peerless Sword Dao cultivator who trained in Supreme Forgetting Emotion Sword Dao within the rift of time.

"Dao companion,"

"What is your relationship to Wei Zicheng?"

Jiang Ding asked gently.

Many years ago, a Sword cultivator named Wei Zicheng died in a sacred sword duel with him.

This Dao companion's death marked a crucial step for Jiang Ding toward Zhen Xianzi.

According to Sword cultivator tradition, the victor in an internal sacred sword duel bears the obligation to care for the defeated's kin, disciples, and sect—this is an ancient heritage of human Sword cultivators.

Jiang Ding had never forgotten.

This was his first time meeting Wei Zicheng's descendant.

Although that Sword cultivator who trained in Supreme Forgetting Emotion Sword Dao had said he needed no care for descendants, that he cared nothing for them, that they held no value,

the words of the defeated need not be taken too seriously.

Sword cultivator tradition must be upheld.

The descendants of those who lost internal sacred sword duels must be cared for.

"Sword Master!"

"The Founding Ancestor, who established the Thousand Dharma Empire!"

The Thousand Dharma Supreme took a deep breath, a surge of intense excitement rising in his heart as he sensed what was coming. He shouted loudly, "And I, your junior, am the 1,887th direct descendant of the Founding Ancestor!"

He said no more.

When there is a question above, there must be an answer below; this is one's duty.

"Hmm."

Jiang Ding cast a spell technique.

Buzz!

Before him, red light flickered, faintly revealing rows of blood spots scattered like stars across the void.

These were bloodline markers imprinted back when the Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy was still the Great Sun Sword Disciple, after slaying the Supreme Seven Emotions Sword Disciple.

Now, using these bloodline markers to deduce, he immediately discovered those in the starry void who carried Wei Zicheng's bloodline.

What was somewhat awkward was that, although the Thousand Dharma Supreme before him indeed possessed Wei Zicheng's bloodline, its concentration was insufficient; among all living beings, he did not even rank within the top 100,000.

"It seems,"

"throughout history, the succession of the imperial throne within the Thousand Dharma Empire line has seen many twists and turns."

Jiang Ding said with a faint, ambiguous smile.

"This..."

"Sword Master..."

The Thousand Dharma Supreme broke out in a cold sweat.

In this moment, he thought of the many changes to the supreme imperial throne throughout history: from the main lineage to collateral branches, then to side lines propped up by the Demon Clan, a tangled mess that was now impossible to untangle.

A wave of fear rose in his heart, as if he had seen death itself.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to fear."

"So many years have passed; over 30 million years have gone by. Ranking within the top 100,000 is already considered good."

Jiang Ding waved his hand and bestowed an object upon him: "This is an opportunity to step onto the path of the Quasi-Emperor. I give it to you, Fellow Daoist. I hope you will strengthen the Wei Zicheng bloodline in the future."

"Of course, this is within the scope permitted by Tushan Lu."

"Tushan Lu is supreme and above all, yet there are many bearers of the Wei Zicheng bloodline. Fellow Daoist, you must keep this in mind and not betray the expectations of your ancestors within the time fracture."

A karmic bond from many years ago was thus settled.

"Thank you! Sword Master!"

"Your junior will surely keep this in mind and not betray the expectations of the Founding Ancestor!"

Trembling, the Thousand Dharma Supreme accepted this opportunity and bowed deeply.

(End of this chapter)