Chapter 2666

The human Dao's fortune has gathered!

This is Jiang Ding's current state.

He has nearly become the sole living being favored by the human Dao of the human race, for the human Dao of the human race is so real that it has finally, at this moment, judged that Jiang Ding alone possesses the ability and will to safeguard and expand the survival rights of the human race, and thus unhesitatingly cast aside the human race's extreme orthodox Taiyang Gu Huang.

In fact, extreme human supremacism is precisely the political faction most favored by the human Dao of the human race, which is the primary reason why the human Dao favors the Taiyang Gu Huang.

Unfortunately, the Taiyang Gu Huang lacks sufficient strength, which is its greatest original sin.

Thus, it has come to pass that the Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang has become the sole object of favor from the human Dao of the human race, standing only one step away from the human emperor.

"Fortune... is truly a most peculiar thing."

Jiang Ding silently gazes into the distance at the endless army of forbidden zone ancient emperors approaching like cosmic calamities, carefully contemplating the various effects of the human Dao's fortune upon him.

Big data is improving; among numerous random probability events, the probability of turning toward favorable outcomes is greatly increasing!

Yes.

In the Daoist immortal universe, random probability events are not truly random!

Rather, they are existences influenced by the wills of numerous heavenly Daos—cosmic Dao, human Dao, demon Dao, phoenix Dao, and others—among which the cosmic Dao is supreme, occupying the highest priority sequence, yet the cosmic Dao does not favor anyone; even if it favors you, it is only temporary and may vanish at any time. But ethnic Dao fortune is different: it persists continuously, exerts constant influence, and its influence is relatively controllable—namely, by doing things that bring great benefit to the ethnicity, or by forcibly binding the ethnicity's fate as Jiang Ding has done.

If one can achieve this, the ethnic Dao can be made to serve oneself!

In the Daoist immortal universe, numerous large-scale data biases observable among sentient beings of the Daoist immortal civilization have given rise to a Daoist immortal science, which is named fortune!

Of course, fortune is not everything; those of great strength can forcibly ignore its influence.

But this does not mean fortune is unimportant, for it is truly an excellent embellishment, an amplifier of one's own strength, and no one dislikes benign fortune.

Jiang Ding has schemed for many years precisely for this moment of human Dao fortune descending upon him.

At this moment, with human Dao fortune upon him, Jiang Ding immediately feels the influence of numerous random events upon himself.

In agriculture, the probability of beneficial mutations in bred and selected plants is higher;

In Daoist immortal scientific research, among a project's tens of thousands of laboratories attacking a problem from different directions, it is easier to find laboratories discovering the correct path—though such a successful laboratory would eventually appear anyway, fortune is not omnipotent, and its influence on random events has limits; after many experiments, successful random events will naturally occur, not every obstacle can forever block the Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang.

But the influence of fortune makes this result appear sooner!

This means higher efficiency, lower consumption, greater output... everything, everything becomes more wonderful due to the favor of fortune.

Even the supreme human weapon hidden high in the heavens, the Tai Shang Da Ri Tian Shu, now clearly appears in Jiang Ding's divine awareness; with a mere thought, he can awaken this human relic, let it descend into the mortal realm, become the human emperor's traveling palace, and henceforth possess undeniable political influence among the human race. "How marvelous..."

Jiang Ding silently appreciates the mystery of fortune.

Silently waiting.

Hundreds of years pass in an instant.

Finally, at this moment, the terrifying army of the forbidden zone emperors slowly arrives, pressing upon the entire ancient realm of the Tai Yang Xi, twenty-six great Dao intertwined, twenty-six Dao banners fluttering and ringing, twenty-six Dao authorities, and an incomprehensibly terrifying number of forbidden zone Dao soldiers and star realm Dao soldiers, unified under the myriad immortals formation into a single entity whose mass alone exceeds that of countless black holes.

This is the greatest and most terrifying biomass aggregation in the Wu Jin Kong Kong to date; merely the fluctuation of souls and spirits is enough to crush the eight-character immortal scripture forbidden zone ancient emperors.

It even makes one doubt whether any sentient being in the Wu Jin Kong Kong is worthy to face this terrifying immortal formation.

"Tai Shang Da Ri..."

The Desolate Ancient Emperor, the Red Thread Ancient Emperor, the Nine Leaves Sword Emperor, the Desolate Rock Dragon Emperor gaze upon the blue-clad youth in the star realm.

The opponent sits cross-legged in the void of space, like a boy playing at his doorstep, seemingly having waited a long time; at this moment, he likewise turns his gaze here.

"Kill!"

The Desolate Ancient Emperor and the others have no idle chatter; they will directly activate the myriad immortals formation to crush this Wu Jin Kong Kong powerhouse on the spot, and no one believes there will be any accident—no matter how mysterious the maneuvers, they will be utterly pulverized before absolute strength, for nothing can withstand it. Perhaps in the future something capable of blocking the myriad immortals formation will appear, but certainly not now!

How long have the emperors been revived?

Only six hundred thousand years!

This span of time is too brief for cosmic-level life—too short to allow any significant change.

Though the old emperors of the forbidden zone appear to have broken through the eight-character immortal scripture in just decades, in truth it is the result of ninety million years of relentless day-and-night accumulation across past ages, culminating in the concentrated outbreak of the golden great age—not a claim that mere tens of years or hundreds of thousands of years could truly affect cosmic-level life.

Kill!

At this moment, this is all the Desolate Ancient Emperor, the Desolate Rock Dragon Emperor, and others wish to say to the Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang—without anything else.

"Not bad,"

"You Dao friends are rather impatient."

Jiang Ding, seeing this, praised it with a sound, yet felt no urgency; instead, he drew his sword and, with a casual posture, slashed a single stroke toward the myriad immortals formation.

Clang!

The Tai Qing flying sword's light glided slowly, clear and pleasant, echoing throughout the entire star realm. This stroke carried no killing intent, nor did it stir any Dao power, not even affecting a single speck of dust—formless and substanceless, using a scripture as its hilt and countless streams of divine awareness as its blade, he slashed toward the forbidden zone emperors a stroke of ultimate radiance and splendor!

This stroke was not of sword intent or magic power, but rather, using the 《Slaying Law Taiyang Immortal Scripture》 as a sword, he struck a stroke of creation!

In an instant, the Desolate Ancient Emperor and the other forbidden zone emperors were stunned.

Even the Dao power and the myriad immortals formation's strike unconsciously dissipated, fearing that the unleashed force would shatter this beauty unto extremity.

Creation!

This is endless creation!

Because, this is nearly the seven-character 《Slaying Law Taiyang Immortal Scripture》!

This is currently the most radiant and beautiful achievement of Daoist immortal cultivation in the Wu Jin Kong Kong—about to break through the seven-character pinnacle of Daoist immortal achievement, which countless forbidden zone ancient emperors have painstakingly sought, for which they have spared no effort in life-and-death struggle—now appearing before everyone's eyes; who could not go mad?

"This sovereign desires to discuss Dao with you Dao friends."

"How?"

Jiang Ding, facing the twenty-six eight-character immortal scripture forbidden zone emperors, spoke calmly.

One man, facing twenty-six peers, seated and discussing Dao, lips and tongues as weapons, using Dao insight as blades to clash, until one side is utterly defeated, Daoist logic collapsing in disarray—this is Daoist discussion. The Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang asks: can the Daoist wisdom of these twenty-six peers compare with his own?