Chapter 2224: Great Sun Bright Sword Dao Lineage

Ming Chong Guang Zi is dead.

"This dog thing actually died."

"Good riddance..."

Jiang Ding let out a soft sigh.

It's clear that when this brat was alive, he couldn't be bothered to see him, gave him no support, just let him grow like a tenacious weed by the roadside.

But now that he's dead, why does he feel a bit uneasy inside?

After pondering for a long time, Jiang Ding arrived at an answer in his heart.

Ming Chong Guang Zi, throughout his life, always upheld the sword laws of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, even in his final moment.

He could have chosen to initiate a holy sword duel with the Seven Tribulation Supremes of Taiyin and Taiyang, which would have been the most suitable opponent, but instead he challenged the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal.

Why?

Because the Supreme Great Sun Sword Master, who holds the Dao lineage of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, said that internal holy sword duels among Great Sun sword cultivators are not allowed.

Ming Chong Guang Zi accepted this logic.

Therefore, at the moment of his death, he chose another path.

Namely, to initiate a holy sword duel against the Great Sun Sword Master in this way that conforms to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's sword laws, in order to directly overturn the various rules set by the Great Sun Sword Master.

As long as the current Great Sun Sword Master is slain, the sword laws established by the current Great Sun Sword Master will become invalid, which is the most fundamental sword law of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, overriding all other sword laws in priority.

Such a pure sword cultivator has now died; it is only natural that sword cultivators feel sorrow in their hearts.

"Ming Chong Guang Zi was a decent person."

Moved in his heart, Jiang Ding even wanted to kill him with his own hands.

Such a pure sword cultivator, though weak in strength, dying under the sword of a sword immortal is not a disgrace to the sword immortal's flying sword; rather, it is a kind of fortune for both parties.

"Has Ming Chong Guang Zi's Dao lineage been passed down?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Young Master, it has been passed down..."

Gong Caiyu was about to answer when she closed her mouth.

This question, just asked by the sword immortal, has already been answered by the heavenly Dao rules—words become law, almost omniscient and omnipotent like mythical beings.

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

In the Mahadeva Extreme Region, a beam of sunlight shines upon a black mountain peak, where a middle-aged swordsman with a stubbled beard sits cross-legged, his body covered in dust, even with weeds growing on him, unknown how many thousands of years he has meditated here, like a barren stone.

This swordsman emanates the aura of Great Light and Great Destruction, a Three Tribulation Supreme.

This is the scene manifested by the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal's words becoming law, as the heavenly Dao changes accordingly—it is the person and thing most closely linked in cause and effect to the sword immortal's curiosity.

Jiang Ding's gaze became somewhat unfocused.

"Young Master,"

"This is the second-generation inheritor of the Great Sun Bright Sword Dao, the Great Sun Bright Sword Venerable."

Gong Caiyu weighed her words and said: "Talent... is rather mediocre on the level of the Boundless Starry Sky; the Three Tribulation Supreme seems to be the limit. He should be a ruler who maintains the status quo like a second-generation Great Sun Sword Master, and in this life, he should be able to make up for some shortcomings of the Great Sun Bright Sword Dao."

"Ming Chong Guang Zi's sword Dao is too extreme, with too great flaws; besides himself, it's unlikely anyone could cultivate to the Six Tribulations."

"The Great Sun Bright Sword Dao needs sedimentation, needs generation after generation of sword venerables to explore, to open the way, and only then will it gradually improve, and only then will there be a possibility of reaching the Seven Tribulations and even higher realms."

"Or perhaps, in the Great Sun Bright Dao lineage, there appears a peerless heavenly prodigy who defies common sense, greatly shortening this process."

This is the history of many holy lands and divine dynasties' Dao lineages throughout history.

Behind these successful sects lie countless corpses of failures; success is not certain, but extremely rare.

The Great Sun Bright Sword Dao might, with the passage of time, be lost and completely disappear from history.

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

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

He no longer felt interested.

This is actually normal—mediocrity and maintaining the status quo are always the majority; peerless heavenly prodigies are rare, who could be so fortunate as to have such a prodigy appear in the second generation?

In fact, having a maintainer as the second generation in a Dao lineage is already very fortunate.

"Young Master, upon seeing an old acquaintance, won't you give him a gift?"

Gong Caiyu asked curiously.

This is not because she likes the Great Sun Bright Sword Dao, but according to past history, after seeing an old acquaintance, the Great Sun Sword Master has always been very attentive, without exception.

But the Great Sun Bright Sword Dao is different—it has been completely ignored.

"Not giving."

"I don't even give a gift to Ming Chong Guang Zi, so why would I give one to his inheritor?"

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes.

After a pause, he felt it was somewhat impolite.

"The star domain war seems to be about to begin."

"There will be many battles in the future."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment and said: "Then, remember to throw the inheritor of the Great Sun Bright Sword Dao into the most dangerous battlefield, send one in when one dies, send one in when one dies, and do not treat the sword cultivators of this Dao lineage as people."

"Do not force, do not compel them—just always give them the best and most dangerous opportunities, and let them choose as they wish."

"This is perhaps the gift I give to Ming Chong Guang Zi."

"He should like it."

This order is somewhat complex and easily over-executed by bureaucratic systems, but Jiang Ding believes Gong Caiyu can carry it out well and fully fulfill his will.

"Oh, Young Master, I understand."

Gong Caiyu noted it down.

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

"These old friends are dwindling one by one; today might be the last time we meet, so we shouldn't miss it again."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly, leading Gong Caiyu toward the direction of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

In the Yin-Yang Boundary Sea, the sound of strings and flutes drifted over—male cultivators blew flutes, female cultivators played zithers, and streams of seven-colored musical notes rippled outward, splendid and magnificent.

These are the contemporary Solar Supremacy and Lunar Supremacy.

These two lovebirds seem to be living quite well, gazing at each other with lingering affection, their eyes practically glowing.

They've been together for over five hundred thousand years and still haven't entered the seven-year itch; their feelings remain strong, which is remarkable and puzzling.

It just feels a bit lacking in ambition.

Lacking the sharp vigor of sword cultivators, that kind of bold, forward-driving will.

After an unknown amount of time, the music ceased.

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

The Lunar Supremacy spoke with an icy expression.

This is one of her descendants—adorable, well-behaved, and filial, at least in her presence—but she didn't expect that, due to violating some laws, they would now have to depart.

Truly, it's hard to accept.

"They should be dead."

"My dear, stop chewing on that thought—just get used to things, chew chew chew."

The Solar Supremacy lay on the ground, a spiritual fruit clenched in his mouth, chewing chew chew, grinning foolishly, speaking unclearly: "Even the two of us chewing chew chew together couldn't match Gong Caiyu in a single move—we'd barely manage, so let's just muddle through, chew chew chew..."

"In this life, our fate is to lie back and enjoy blessings."

"Hmph!"

"Lacking ambition!"

The Lunar Supremacy let out a cold snort.

However, although she appeared displeased, she was actually very satisfied inside.

What's wrong with living a life in harmony, peace, and comfort? Our masters said we two are the most fortunate generation in the sect—no hardships needed.

Lacking ambition isn't bad; men who strive must give up many things, like that certain million-year-old lonely sword maniac...

Clang!

At that moment, amidst the wind, a sword cry containing the fluctuation of law-destruction faintly echoed—pleasant to hear.

This is the courtesy of a guest arriving at the door.

Asking if they have time, if it's convenient?

"Pure... Pure Yang!"

"He he he he..."

The Solar Supremacy shuddered, sprang up from lying down, the spiritual fruit falling to the ground, he patted his wrinkled clothes up and down like a mischievous monkey seeing an elder.

(End of Chapter)