Chapter 2443: The Terrifying Number of Emperor-Realm Cultivators in the Tai Shang Da Ri Xian Chao

Even as a forbidden zone ancient emperor, in his ninety-million-year lifetime, the number of emperor-realm cultivators he cultivated was no more than a few dozen at most, far fewer than those of the Tai Shang Da Ri Xian Chao.

The number of emperor-realm cultivators in the Tai Shang Da Ri Xian Chao is at least five times more than that of other forbidden zone immortal dynasties!

This is an anomaly, an anomaly in immortal Dao education.

Perhaps, from ancient times to the present, there has never been a forbidden zone ancient emperor so skilled in education and talent cultivation.

This is related to the path of the Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang; compared to other forbidden zone ancient emperors, his immortal Dao research and development heavily relies on a large team of high-quality immortal Dao scientists, through integrating the heaven's pride talents of the Wu Jin Kong Kong to conduct immortal Dao research; otherwise, it would be impossible to demonstrate the immortal Dao research and development quality of a forbidden zone ancient emperor level.

The Sun Ancient Emperor said his talent and aptitude were mediocre—this is truly not humiliating opponents on the battlefield, but stating objective facts.

Among forbidden zone ancient emperors, the Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang's talent and aptitude are relatively weak.

"One hundred and seventy-nine emperor-realm cultivators—"

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding calculated and deduced: "If in the Golden Great Age, we could find a way to extend the lifespan of emperor-realm cultivators, that would be good; it should be possible, with such a favorable heaven and earth environment, so suitable for cultivators to survive."

"If there were simultaneously over two hundred emperor-realm cultivators serving as beasts of burden, and each formed their own large, orderly research and development teams—my research efficiency would take off."

Jiang Ding thought of this beautiful vision, and his breath involuntarily quickened.

In this life, he has never enjoyed the beautiful scene of two hundred emperor-realm cultivators assisting in research; the peak state of the Tai Shang Da Ri Xian Chao simultaneously had only twenty-something to under thirty emperor-realm cultivators, and did not form a large-scale cluster-style emperor-realm research and warfare.

To him, using emperor-realm cultivators in war is a waste.

Only by treating emperor-realm cultivators as leaders of academic disciplines, letting them organize teams and conduct immortal Dao research, is this the maximized use of emperor-realm cultivators' benefits.

"Golden Great Age—carrying how many dreams."

Jiang Ding sighed.

His gaze withdrew from the unmanned warships coming and going within the forbidden zone, and he looked toward the forbidden zone gate.

There, a girl with a delicate and lovely appearance was walking step by step toward here, stood still before the ancient emperor, bowed slightly, and said: "Yu, I pay my respects to the Sword Lord."

Yu.

The current head maid of Tushan, an emperor-realm cultivator, the highest achiever of the Tai Shang Da Ri Maid Dao in the present era, who has commanded the Tushan maid corps for six million years.

Jiang Ding gazed upon this lovely girl.

From her face, he vaguely recalled a very distant era, when there was also a girl named Yu, a sword cultivator practicing the Yin Yang Sword Dao.

But all of this has long been buried in the flow of time.

This person is ultimately not her, but a sword cultivator emperor-realm whose sword Dao talent and achievement far surpass hers, who attained the Dao during the Tai Shang Da Ri Xian Chao's glorious era.

"What is it, Yu?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

As the head maid of Tushan, without being summoned, they would not proactively meet the ancient emperor, even if they could never see the ancient emperor in their entire lifetime.

This visit must have some reason.

"Sword Lord,"

"After the Later Tai Shang Da Ri Era, which side should the Tushan Maid Corps stand on?"

Yu asked softly.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding was surprised.

"Yes, Sword Lord."

"Many powers are now courting the Tushan Maid Corps—immortal sects, Tai Shang Da Ri sword cultivators, the various immortal sects' holy lands of the starry sky, and so on—all have much sincerity, many reasons."

Yu explained.

"Or perhaps,"

"Will you arrange for the Tushan Maid Corps to be buried together as sacrificial offerings?"

Yu asked again.

The forbidden zone cannot let beings below emperor-realm rest in peace, but it can allow sacrificial burials; historically, it has often happened among ancient emperors that when an ancient emperor enters rest, they take everything from the heavenly pivot—maids, consorts, cooks, dancing girls, artifact refiners, formation masters, etc. —and adorn them at their resting place.

To treat death as life.

Moreover, the ancient emperor has not died, only entered rest, and instinctively wishes to leave some familiar things nearby, some attachments.

Yu gazed at the ancient emperor with bright, sparkling eyes.

It can be seen that she harbors a fervor for the collective sacrificial burial of the Tushan Maid Corps, as if she believes this is the highest honor in practicing the Tai Shang Da Ri Maid Dao.

This idea is mainstream among the Tushan maids.

"Sacrificial burial?"

"Will not be sacrificial burial."

Jiang Ding flatly rejected their proposal.

"As for my departure, your stance? It is up to you to decide."

"Decided by your own thoughts."

Jiang Ding let out a light sigh, saying: "The bond between Sword Lord and maid lies in my existence; after I depart, you will be left alone in the Wu Jin Kong Kong; you should fully consider your own interests, path, and emotions before making your own decision, rather than because of the command of some slumbering person."

"Rights and duties are two sides of the same coin."

"After I enter rest, you will lose your rights, and simultaneously lose the duty of loyalty; this sovereign will not be so selfish as to bind you again."

""

"Like this."

Yu felt somewhat disappointed.

"We understand, Sword Lord."

Yu rose, bowed again, and then retreated backward out of the palace.

The Tai Shang Da Ri Tian Zhu returned to silence once more.

The time of Wu Jin Kong Kong flowed like water, with one unmanned warship after another, one immortal-path robot after another, continuously flying into the forbidden zone, busily preparing everything for the forbidden zone's distant journey through the long river of time, and all matters in the starry sky were set aside.

Under these circumstances, the nerves of many strong cultivators in the Xian Dynasty were taut, with undercurrents surging secretly.

During this time, the most eye-catching presence was naturally that of the inheritor of the Great Sun Sword Child.

When the month began the inheritance, one sword-proud heavenly pride after another, following their own ambitions, initiated the Great Sun Sword Child inheritance, obtaining one of the 108,000 sword embryos of the Supreme Great Sun Dao Sword, thus embarking upon a cruel, terrifying, bloody Great Sun Sword Path.

At every moment, inheritors of the Great Sun Sword Child meet, engage in slaughter, the victor lives, the vanquished dies, and the victor devours the vanquished's sword embryo.

Or, both perish together, or the victor suffers qi deviation and dies.

At this time, the sword embryo returns once more to the Great Sun Tianchi, awaiting a new inheritor.

In Wu Jin Kong Kong, at every moment, Great Sun Sword Child inheritors die—either from qi deviation, defeat in battle, or madness leading to execution by the Xian Dynasty's law enforcement department; deaths vary wildly, strange and myriad.

Over these years, nearly every year the number of sword cultivators who die is hundreds of millions times greater than the number who died when the Xian Sect originally cultivated the Great Sun Sword Child.

The corpses of sword-proud heavenly prides fill the starry sky.

Yet despite this, sword-proud heavenly prides continue to come forward in succession, regarding death as homecoming, willingly throwing themselves into the Great Sun Sword Child inheritance, for this is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in Wu Jin Kong Kong.

Wu Jin Kong Kong lacks nothing but madmen, lacks nothing but sword-path dreamers.

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