Chapter 423: The Dayang Dayang Tianchi Will Accompany Me for Tens of Thousands of Years Hereafter

"An inexplicable sense of displeasure... as if thieves had broken into my home."

"And not just one, but a gang of thieves."

Jiang Ding communicated with the Taqing Flying Sword in the sky, surveying the entire Dayang Dayang Tianchi with sword light, and a feeling arose in his heart.

This place spans over a thousand kilometers, cast from unknown materials, naturally gathering the essence of the Great Sun and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, drawing it from the chaos beyond the boundary without needing any extra energy source, almost like a small world.

Every inch of this land, every breath of air, contains special sword dao runes; cultivating the sword dao here yields twice the result with half the effort.

Of course, there is a threshold.

Only those with powerful spirits and a certain attainment in the sword dao can enter; otherwise, merely the sword dao sharpness and will in the air would be enough to grind their soul and body to dust.

"The Dayang Dayang Tianchi has three great blessings: the Ri Yan River, the Yue Ming Stream, and the Taiyang Abyss."

"The Ri Yan River condenses the Great Sun essence drawn by the Dayang Dayang Tianchi from the cosmic chaos and the Eternal Great Sun; it is scorching hot, contains sword dao blessings, and can be used to temper flying swords."

"Within the Yue Ming Stream lies the Taiyin essence; sword dao blessings arise naturally, freezing the soul with cold, extremely dangerous, where a slight carelessness leads to death and the dissolution of the Dao; it too can temper flying swords."

"This is a complete process: forging swords in the Ri Yan River, tempering them in the Yue Ming Stream, cycling for nine days, nine months, nine years, or ninety years according to one's cultivation."

"The final Taiyang Abyss is the place to hone sword intent."

"Dayang Dayang Tianchi..."

"A fine treasure."

Jiang Ding took a light breath: "I have a premonition that it is fated with me; in the future, it will accompany me for thousands, tens of thousands of years, or even longer."

"Yes indeed..."

"That is how the Sword Disciple is."

A cheerful female voice came through the air.

"Remnants of the Eastern Extreme Demon Gate..."

Then a gloomy male voice.

Whether goodwill or malice.

Jiang Ding remained calm and unafraid.

Not only did Master Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Zhang Zhang Junsheng, but the Central Array Spirit Computer also calculated and told him that within the Immortal Gate territory, he would not encounter enemies beyond the realm.

Then he believed it to be true.

At least in this domain, it was absolutely true.

"Pity, I am only at the Foundation Establishment realm now; taking the Dayang Dayang Tianchi away as a package is nearly impossible."

"At the Nascent Soul stage, it would be about right."

Jiang Ding sighed.

"However, at the bottom of the sources of the Ri Yan River and the Yue Stream, there are Ri Yan Crystals and Yue Stream Crystals, which can also produce some effect; they are a step short, but can be taken out; after a thorough search, it should be enough for the entire Golden Core stage."

The Dayang Dayang Tianchi held almost no secrets for him; with the Taqing Flying Sword present, it was like entering his own home.

"First, let's go check the Ri Yan River; see if I can meet An Tu Zi; it's been nearly a hundred years since I saw my classmate, and I miss him strangely."

Jiang Ding's figure flashed, concealed his form, vanished, and sped toward the direction of the Ri Yan River at incredible speed.

"... Sword Disciple, this is not right... one must be open and aboveboard..."

That female voice could not help but say again.

Jiang Ding was too lazy to pay her any mind and further strengthened his concealment.

After nearly a hundred years of cultivation, the Electromagnetic Light Wave Concealment Technique and the Electromagnetic Sword Escape had both reached the Perfection realm; his speed had surpassed the past by a huge margin again, almost becoming an invisible stream of light cutting through the sky.

Soon, within the glazed sand and gravel, a thumb-sized river of molten lava flame appeared; surrounding it like a spiderweb, stretching toward the horizon, the lava river grew larger bit by bit.

"In the past, this was the place where the Great Sword Pavilion's Qi Refining sword cultivators honed their flying swords."

Jiang Ding landed on the glazed sand and gravel on the ground without disturbing the sandy ground in the slightest; with a thought, the Taqing Flying Sword silently descended from the sky and flew into the thumb-sized river of molten lava flame.

A slight scorching and stinging sensation came, like a mosquito bite, then vanished.

"This place is of little use."

"But the general principle is understood: it is a violent sword-forging method that uses an extremely efficient special flame to burn away impurities in the flying sword and relatively fragile components in the material."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, then opened them, and judged.

He sheathed the flying sword and rose, flying toward the sky.

Midstream of the Ri Yan River.

A hundred zhang wide river of flaming lava rolled, flowing toward the distance.

The temperature here was extremely high, and one had to endure the constant pressure of the Dayang Dayang Tianchi's sword intent; ordinary Foundation Establishment peak cultivators would, within a few breaths, turn themselves and their magical tools into a pile of ash.

By the river, a youth wearing a Wuxing robe opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over his storage ring, pondering for a long time.

"Sword Disciple Zhou Tian, the Xuan Tian Sword Disciple of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace summons you, citing the principle that when lips are gone, the teeth grow cold, proposing to jointly slay the Great Sun Sword Disciple, then divide the final opportunity of the Dayang Dayang Tianchi using the Great Sun Flying Sword, establishing a world-shocking Da Gong for the sect."

"Shall we go or not?"

Beside him, three or four sword intent sword cultivators of the Wuxingtian Sect sat cross-legged; one of them asked.

Zhou Tian pondered for a long time and said.

"We will not go."

In the sky, several hurried sword escape lights streaked by, standard sword cultivator's open and sharp style; they were sword dao cultivators of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.

They hurriedly converged toward the Xuan Tian Sword Disciple from a distance, their divine sense sweeping below, revealing a hint of joy.

"Greetings, Reincarnation Sword Disciple!"

A cultivator of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, with brown-black skin, riding a flame flying sword, with a faint scorching sword intent surrounding him, descended, bowed with clasped hands, and was about to say something.

"Xia Hou Gang, I will not go."

Zhou Tian said calmly.

"Why?"

The brown-skinned Xia Hou Gang was stunned, frowning despite himself: "Although the Great Sun Sword Child did not leave sword intent imprints on you and the disciples of Wuxingtian Sect, this is merely a treacherous ploy—nothing more than waiting until the disciples of our three sects are all dead before coming to deal with you."

"In the history books, the Great Sun Sword Child has always been known for his greed and cruelty. He would never let slip any opponent he could use to hone his sword intent, even if it only had the slightest effect."

"Such a simple ploy of sowing discord—can you truly not see through it?"

The surrounding sword cultivators of Wuxingtian Sect nodded in agreement, sharing the same worry in their hearts as they looked toward their Sword Child.

"Please leave."

Zhou Tian did not hesitate in the slightest.

A small-accomplishment grade Five Elements Revolving sword intent spread outward, forcing the brown-skinned Xia Hou Gang back several hundred steps, looking as though he did not wish to say another word.

"Short-sighted!"

"Foolish beyond compare!"

Xia Hou Gang's face darkened, but he could only fly up into the sky.

"Wheel-Turning Sword Child, you will sooner or later regret the decision you've made today."

He returned to his four companions. The five beams of sword-escape light once again accelerated, converging toward the Sword Child of Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, not daring to remain scattered outside any longer.

Suddenly, the sword-escape light of the five faltered.

A heart sank to the bottom of the abyss.

"Sword cultivators of Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace."

A youth in blue robes revealed himself, floating before them, and asked curiously: "This is my first time seeing living sword cultivators—could you all kill yourselves and let me watch?"

Only by comprehending sword intent!

Can one be called a sword cultivator; otherwise, one is merely a cultivator who wields flying swords.

And the five people before them were all at the peak of Foundation Establishment, each emanating a faint scent of sword intent—flames, sharpness, heaviness, and other auras spreading outward.

(End of this chapter)