Chapter 2214

The meeting of the Supreme Sun Heavenly Palace lasted three thousand years.

Three thousand years later, this vast Wu Jin Kong Kong-level power completed an internal reorganization, achieving preliminary integration and refinement of True Dragon Qi Luck Immortal Dynasty technology, and Supreme Sun Immortal Dao technology steadily advanced by one level.

Production and construction in the myriad worlds and star domains across the regions flourished like fire and tea, with Immortal Dao industrial zones being built one after another, continuously producing Immortal Dao industrial goods, supplying cultivators with semi-finished products for cultivation, and this power's efficiency in transforming star-domain nature continued to rise.

In just three thousand years, the star domain once ravaged by war regained its prosperity once more.

The smoke of war no longer lingered.

Across the three hundred-plus star domains, human beings multiplied and thrived, their population once again expanding enormously, geniuses as numerous as sand and mud arising endlessly, dazzling the eye, among whom were peerless heavenly talents who greatly influenced certain branches of Immortal Dao technology, attracting the gaze of the Dao Court and receiving major cultivation.

Development flourished across the star domains, and Supreme Sun Immortal Dao technology advanced rapidly.

In this process, the Supreme Sun Immortal Dao universal constant, as Immortal Dao technology was explored across the regions, drew ever closer to reality, becoming ever more precise.

At the same time, the number of cultivators across the star domains began to trend toward saturation, starting to cause damage to the Immortal Dao environment.

"Qi Refining certification, Foundation Establishment certification, Golden Core certification..."

Jiang Ding's gaze swept over and finally landed on the document transmitted to the Great Dream Sword Realm Government System before him.

"Has it come to this point?"

Jiang Ding was slightly startled.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Relying on macroeconomic regulation, we can no longer restrain the rapid growth in cultivator numbers; clear policies must be issued, and cultivators who promote themselves without authorization must be punished."

The Fusang Holy Maiden spoke softly: "The Government Affairs Department says the standards for promotion certificates should be based on research merits, military achievements, moral character, and so on, to better build a talent team and better explore Immortal Dao."

On this document, the names of Yuan, Chengzhen, Bei Dou Zunzun, and He Huan Dao Zhu, among others, were all listed.

This represented a collective consciousness of the Dao Court bureaucratic team.

Jiang Ding furrowed his brows deeply.

Immortal Dao lies in carefree wandering.

Immortal Dao research requires a relaxed and free environment, not a society bound by countless rules and regulations; such a society is too oppressive.

"Qi Refining certification is acceptable."

"Control the total number of cultivators somewhat."

Jiang Ding said lightly: "As for Foundation Establishment certification, Golden Core certification, and the like—abolish them all, don't even think about them; cultivators need only have talent, not break the law, and let them promote."

"Don't let the idea of establishing an authoritarian Immortal Dao society be too strong among everyone."

Jiang Ding said somewhat helplessly.

It was another test from his mother.

Even among these were the ideas of old friends like Yuan; they felt intense unease toward these uncontrollable forces within the Dao Court and wished to grasp everything in their hands.

"Not everyone has Your Majesty's such confidence."

"Many Daoists' unease is unavoidable."

The Fusang Holy Maiden pursed her lips and smiled lightly.

In the Dao Court, solemn yet lively, without overemphasizing strict hierarchical order, so these cultivators dared to test the boundaries—this is a negative effect of such a relaxed environment.

Such a Dao Court organization that completely restricts no powerful individual—perhaps only the contemporary Sword Immortal Maiden could control it.

The day the Sword Immortal Maiden passed away was the day the Dao Court collapsed and civil war erupted.

"Besides legal regulations, everything else is permissible."

"Don't concern yourself with what others think or do; as long as they don't break the law, it's fine. Though people vary in strength and talent in height and depth, all people are equal, mortals and us alike—there is no difference, all share the same joys, anger, sorrows, and pleasures."

Jiang Ding instructed.

This Dao companion of his is an important member of his life, destined to accompany him for about thirty million years in the future; it would be best to understand each other well.

"Hmm, I understand, Your Majesty."

The Fusang Holy Maiden's brows and eyes held a gentle smile.

In the distance, a light footstep sound came.

After a moment, a cultivator with a long beard and an aura of fate entered the palace, bowing and saying: "Qian Fa, I pay my respects to the Sword Lord!"

His voice was crisp and decisive, resonant and powerful.

This was a relatively young Eight Tribulation Supreme, only seven or eight hundred thousand years old.

"Qian Fa..."

Jiang Ding silently gazed upon this young Eight Tribulation Supreme before him.

In a vague way, he seemed to see the face of the departed—that peerless Sword Dao cultivator who practiced the Supreme Forgetting Love Sword Dao in the temporal rift.

"Dao friend,"

"Wei Zicheng, what is your relation to me?"

Jiang Ding asked gently.

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

This Dao friend's death allowed him to take a crucial step toward the True Immortal Maiden.

According to sword cultivator tradition, the victor in an internal sacred sword duel has the necessary duty to care for the family, disciples, sect, and so on of the defeated party—this is the ancient inheritance of human sword cultivators.

Jiang Ding has never forgotten.

This is his first time seeing Wei Zicheng's descendant.

Although that sword cultivator who practiced the Supreme Forgetting Love Sword Dao once said there was no need to care for any descendants, he did not care what descendants there were, and they held no value.

But the words of the defeated should not be overvalued.

Sword cultivator tradition must be upheld.

The descendants of the losing side in an internal sacred sword duel among sword cultivators must be cared for.

"Sword Lord!"

"The Progenitor, the founder of the Qianfa Imperial Dynasty!"

The Qianfa Supreme took a deep breath, a strong surge of excitement rising in his heart, as he had already sensed something, and loudly said: "And I, the junior, am the 1,887th-generation direct-line descendant of the Progenitor!"

He had nothing more to say.

When there is a question above, there must be an answer below—only then is it proper.

"Hmm."

Jiang Ding cast a spell seal.

Hum!

Before him, red light flickered, faintly revealing specks of blood, scattered like stars across the starry sky.

This was the bloodline mark left behind when the Supreme Yang Sword Immortal, still the Supreme Yang Sword Child, had slain the Supreme Seven Emotions Sword Child in ancient times.

Now, using this bloodline mark to deduce, he instantly discovered that among the neutrinos in the starry sky, there were those who bore the bloodline.

It was somewhat awkward that, although the Qianfa Supreme indeed carried the bloodline of Wei Cheng, its concentration was insufficient, failing to rank among the top hundred thousand in all living beings.

"It seems,"

"Throughout history, the succession of the throne in the Qianfa Imperial lineage has seen many twists and turns."

Jiang Ding said with a half-smile.

"This..."

"Sword Master..."

The Qianfa Supreme broke out in cold sweat.

At this moment, he recalled the many changes in the imperial supreme position throughout history—from the main line to branch lines, then to collateral lines supported by the demon race, a tangled mess that now defied sorting.

A sense of fear welled up in his heart, as if he had seen death.

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

"After so many years—over thirty million years have passed—ranking within the top hundred thousand is already quite good."

Jiang Ding waved his hand, bestowing an object: "This is an opportunity to step onto the path of quasi-emperor; I grant it to you, fellow Daoist, hoping you may henceforth strengthen the bloodline of the Wei Cheng lineage."

"Of course, this is within the limits permitted by the Tushan Law."

"The Tushan Law is supreme, yet there are many bearers of the Wei Cheng bloodline—this you, fellow Daoist, must bear in mind, and not disappoint the expectations of your ancestors in the fracture of time."

A karmic debt from many years ago was thus settled.

"Thank you! Sword Master!"

"The junior will surely remember and not fail the Progenitor's expectations!"

The Qianfa Supreme tremblingly received this opportunity, then bowed deeply.