Chapter 2227

In the northern frontier minor realm, over a million years ago, it once encountered these two lives and spent a period of time with them.

And now, another parting.

The width of a great thousand-world cluster-level realm is no different from the doorstep for a true immortal; when the sword immortal takes another step, the two arrive at the Beast Garden.

The Beast Garden was the location of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Dynasty's Pacification Commissioner's Office in the past; here lies a super teleportation array leading to the Zhu Que Star Domain.

Of course, the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal does not need a teleportation array; he lifts his gaze to the star river, the myriad star domains are close at hand, including the Zhu Que Star Domain, the Chiyan Star Domain, etc., within easy reach, requiring no teleportation array.

Coming here is merely to collect some spatial data.

Jiang Ding looks toward the Beast Garden.

This place is called the Beast Garden, appearing as an immortal sect power, but in fact it is the Dao Court's domain; all formations, finances, Daoist troops, etc., are entirely controlled by the Dao Court, which is his own territory, requiring no notification to anyone; the many formations here automatically open to the highest authority, welcoming the true master.

Jiang Ding sees at the center of the Beast Garden a long-bearded supreme sitting cross-legged in cultivation.

This is the Beast Garden Supreme, yet not any supreme he recognizes; the supreme of the Fallen Immortal Realm has reincarnated a generation, and this generation has no one he knows, all are strangers.

There is no need for any audience.

"Let's look at this place's teleportation array."

Jiang Ding takes a step forward, arriving at the place heavily enveloped by the Dao Court's formations.

This is an extremely ancient teleportation array, likely from the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Dynasty era; the Beast Garden has performed multiple repairs and replacements on it, though it has never been activated.

The Fallen Immortal Realm is not far from the Zhu Que Star Domain, basically within the star domain's range.

The reason it has not been discovered by the Phoenix Chiyan Imperial Heaven is due to this great thousand-world's special nature, which shields the true immortal's spatial calculation ability.

Jiang Ding fixes his gaze on this teleportation array; the Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Sword Soul's black-and-white pupils carefully scan, observing the minutest material-energy changes in this array across past and present time.

"Eh?"

Jiang Ding's face suddenly shows surprise.

He slightly closes his eyes, communicates with the Annihilation Law Dao Authority, heavy and terrifying pressure radiates outward, pushing through layers of temporal obstruction, and thus backtracks to events that once occurred in this teleportation array's past time.

The surrounding images fly backward rapidly, one second equals thousands of years.

In this image, only extremely rare moments show one or two beings appearing around the teleportation array; these are formation-maintaining cultivators; otherwise, the vast majority of the time this star domain's teleportation array lies silent, with no person or object appearing here, as if time were frozen.

After continuously backtracking over a million years, arriving at the Beast Garden era, arriving at the time when the Illusory Immortal Butterfly ruled the Fallen Immortal Realm, and even further back to the era of the Duoxian Sect-type immortal clans' melee.

At this moment, two somewhat familiar figures flash by.

"This is..."

Gong Caiyu's large eyes stare blankly, her mouth slightly open.

"Old acquaintance."

"Truly a mysterious old acquaintance..."

Jiang Ding Zi murmurs.

The instant backtracking image of thousands of years slows down, becoming the normal flow of time.

In the image, this teleportation array has endured many years, with a thick layer of dust on the formation; time here seems not to flow, utterly dull and boring.

At this moment, two furtive figures sneak in, cautious, not daring to make the slightest sound.

These two people have devoted eighty percent of their power to concealment and cover-up; not even a bit of strength remains to hide their faces, thus preserving their original appearances.

One of them is a youth with slightly dark skin and honest features, like someone raised in a mountain village.

The other is a youth with red lips and white teeth, excessively handsome, with wide sleeves fluttering, full of immortal aura; at first glance, he looks like a righteous cultivator.

The handsome youth is transmitting messages via extremely subtle fluctuations of divine sense, straining to lower his voice: "Hurry up, the Fallen Realm has gone mad, human-demon slaughter never ceases, there is absolutely no possibility for us scattered cultivators to achieve supremacy, the Heavenly Lord will not return either, at least not within our lifespan limits."

"That broken sword of yours can activate the formation; when the time comes, we each flee for our lives, split up, you'd better die..."

"Better that way."

The youth with slightly dark skin replies coldly.

Although the two are engaged in this life-risking business together, their relationship seems poor, constantly on guard.

The two step together into the teleportation array.

Boom boom...

A violent spatial fluctuation suddenly appears, affecting the entire Fallen Immortal Realm, the disturbance too great.

"Who?"

"Ants! Seeking death!"

They provoked the Beast God Supreme's furious strike.

Under this blow, the two celestial cultivators are terrified beyond measure, like ants, as if they will die in the next moment.

But for some unknown reason, at this moment, time suddenly backtracks, all spatial fluctuations and even the Beast God Supreme's strike retreat, everything returns to normal.

Only the two cultivators inside the teleportation array thus vanish without a trace.

From that temporal gap, faintly the two celestial cultivators are seen to have turned into two skeletons, their breath weakened to the extreme, yet they successfully deceived the Beast God Supreme, arousing no suspicion.

"Anomaly,"

"Unknown, unknown..."

Jiang Ding's gaze flashes.

At the moment the two finally disappear, their gazes seem both directed toward the sky.

The place they look at is empty sky, nothing at all.

But, extraordinarily coincidentally, at that time this empty sky, after over a million years of time's passage, now has the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal and Gong Caiyu standing there; the two's final gazes fall exactly here.

Coincidence?

Is this a coincidence?

Or is something hidden?

"Hiss..."

"These two fellow Daoists..."

Gong Caiyu drew a sharp breath, her scalp tingling slightly.

She is now a quasi-emperor realm cultivator, a partial projection of the Eternal Sword Dao, Sun, and even in today's boundless starry void, she cannot be considered weak; she is among the highest tier of immortal Dao beings.

Yet she still felt her scalp tingle, unbelievably so.

Could someone's gaze truly pierce through over a million years to reach the present and gaze upon the beings of this age?

She would rather believe this is a coincidence!

Rather than some terrifying thing!

Jiang Ding also fixed his gaze on these two fellow Daoists looking at him, remaining silent for a long time.

Unknown how long passed.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword, carving a deep sword mark into this teleportation array, severing the possibility of transmission.

"Caiyu,"

"I am leaving."

"I will go to the Zhu Que star region, seeking to sweep away the Phoenix Crimson Flame Imperial Heaven with one person and one sword, to destroy the Phoenix Heaven Nest and slay the True Phoenix Son, completing a further breakthrough on the sword Dao."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

This departure, one man facing countless beings across hundreds of star regions, facing a powerful true immortal maiden, his fervent battle intent gradually surged forth, the long-suppressed sword Dao killing intent gradually flourishing like fire.

"May the Young Master triumph and return victorious."

Gong Caiyu bowed in salute.

No advice, no following, merely seeing him off as usual.

She watched that person, that blue-clad youth slowly vanish before her eyes, once again plunging into the endless war and slaughter.

(End of chapter)