Chapter 432: Dayang Dayang Tianchi Is the Cradle of the Great Sun Sword Heir

"Damn you, Eastern Pole Dongji Dongji Mo Men scum!"

"Old Man's been itching for years—thanks to you, hahahaha…"

Insults poured endlessly from the dark clouds, and faint, seductive demonic whispers crept into the deepest recesses of the mind; within a blink, the clouds regained their size of a li.

"As long as Dayang Dayang Tianchi endures, the sword spirit endures?"

"That defies logic."

Jiang Ding ignored his wild laughter and words; thoughts surfaced one by one in his heart: "Sword cultivators rely solely on themselves, on their own essence, unaided by external things—those of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion are even more extreme; they could never allow a self-aware entity to be immortal within the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi."

"Dayang Dayang Tianchi is the cradle built by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion for the Great Sun Sword Heir."

"The Great Sun Sword Heir holds absolute control; even the Great Sun Sword Master will not interfere in this matter, respecting the Great Sun Sword Heir's dominion within the Dayang Tianchi."

"Theoretically, even if the Dayang Tianchi is damaged and permissions are lost, it cannot be suppressed in terms of authority—that is the fundamental logic of the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi."

"Isn't that right?"

One by one, hypotheses arose in his mind, and he spoke them aloud.

"Hahahaha—"

The voice within the dark clouds fell silent.

"So what? You really think you're…"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Jiang Ding's expression was cold.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword blazed with brilliant light.

The sword intent of destruction illuminated heaven and earth, transforming into a blue-gold radiant sun that rose, rose, and rose again, returning to the core of the Dayang Tianchi's array, becoming the sole Great Sun within Dayang Dayang Tianchi.

Light bathed every corner of the Dayang Tianchi.

Jiang Ding's spiritual sense was anchored in the Taiqing Flying Sword; faintly, he saw countless chaotic array patterns flickering into existence and vanishing, sword runes blanketing the entire Great Sun Dayang Tianchi.

Leveraging the arrays scattered throughout, his spiritual awareness easily spread over a thousand li, revealing every detail with perfect clarity—any concealment or evasion was useless.

From this perspective, he finally saw two clusters of light.

One was a pale gold, like the morning light of eight or nine o'clock—warm and gentle, lacking the scorching, domineering heat of the sun, yet radiantly sovereign over all life, impossible to gaze upon directly.

The other was pitch black, within which countless sword cultivator spirits could faintly be seen being destroyed amid brilliant light and mushroom clouds, emitting waves of wailing cries.

"You…"

At this moment, a pair of terrified eyes gazed out from within.

"You're here."

Jiang Ding said coldly.

From this perspective, it was clear: this cluster of black residual soul matter extended its power through the Dayang Dayang Tianchi array into the dark clouds, which is why no matter how many times it was destroyed, it could not harm its true body.

"Break!"

Jiang Ding uttered a single word.

No manipulation, no spiritual sense or magic power needed—the array lines connecting to the dark clouds severed themselves at his command.

The dark clouds, swollen to several li in size and restored to full strength, collapsed into a skyful of spiritual light and vanished.

Dayang Dayang Tianchi,

is the Great Sun Sword Heir's Dayang Dayang Tianchi!

Not some so-called Dayang Tianchi Spirit, not some Dayang Tianchi Heavenly Dao nonsense.

"Die!"

Jiang Ding pointed at the cluster of black residual soul matter dwelling within the Sun Abyss, and pointed again.

Boom!

There was no attack—like a soul rooted at the core, firmly controlling the Dayang Tianchi Spirit, one word brought life, one word brought death; no resistance existed.

"Ahh!"

The black residual soul matter shrieked; something inside it instantly exploded, shattered, its aura plummeted to rock bottom, its very foundation trembling.

But after a moment, countless sword cultivator spirits roared and merged into a broken flying sword that emerged from the explosion, gaining a new core.

Still alive.

"Unfair! Unfair!"

"The Dayang Tianchi array is blind!"

The residual soul matter's aura dropped sharply, wailing plaintively: "This isn't the Great Sun Sword Heir—he's a remnant of the Eastern Pole Dongji Dongji Mo Men! How can you not understand?!"

"How can you not understand!"

"Ahh!"

He roared.

"No."

"This is the Great Sun Sword Heir."

A gentle voice laughed softly.

"The array?"

In this state, Jiang Ding immediately gained deep insight into many aspects of Dayang Dayang Tianchi.

The core of the Dayang Dayang Tianchi array, also known as Yue.

It is the array structure within Dayang Dayang Tianchi; though appearing feminine, it has no gender, is not a living being, and operates entirely according to the Sword Laws of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion left by past Great Sun Sword Masters.

As long as the Great Sun Sword Pavilion Sword Laws deem it correct, it will act according to those laws.

The only way to authenticate Dayang Dayang Tianchi is the Great Sun Flying Sword.

The Great Sun Sword Cultivators were cold and ruthless.

They revered the sword above all else, utterly extreme.

Even at the peak of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, if someone successfully refined a Great Sun Flying Sword and slew a Great Sun Sword Son in a fair setting,

the Great Sun Sword Pavilion would acknowledge his identity as a Sword Son!

As for this creature that called itself Sun Spirit, it originated from the previous generation's Great Sun Sword Son.

He was a man who feared loneliness, and within the Dayang Dayang Tianchi he used countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures to create an array spirit, to keep himself company in conversation and sword practice — it could be regarded as a special being with its own emotions.

Therefore, it inherited the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's hatred.

"Wait for me in the Sun Abyss."

Jiang Ding took a long look at the remnant soul aggregate and cut off the perspective of observing the entire Dayang Dayang Tianchi.

The Immortal Sects were the invaded party; over ten billion Immortal Sect cultivators and mortals had died at the hands of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's sword cultivators. They sought survival in death, and at last won a hard-fought victory, destroying the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

This was a hatred to the death, with no end.

"The Great Sun Soul Flame needed for Core Formation is within the Sun Abyss."

Jiang Ding confirmed once more.

The Dayang Dayang Tianchi held no secrets from him.

Now, what needed to be done was to sweep away external interference, to avoid accidents when he went deep into the Sun Abyss to collect the Great Sun Soul Flame and slay the remnant soul aggregate.

A blue-gold sword-shaped beam of escape light pierced the sky and flew into the distance; moments later, his figure vanished from sight.

……

"Too fast."

Antu-zi frowned, grabbed his fishing rod, and from the lava lake hauled up a five-story small tower. Light of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth flashed in sequence; he closed his eyes and sensed for a moment.

"Still lacking a bit of refinement."

"Finding another place like the Sun Flame River won't be easy. In those years, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion spent goodness knows how much to build the Dayang Dayang Tianchi."

After much hesitation, he still continued to sit cross-legged in place, muttering to himself.

"Afraid of what bird?"

"He's a Great Sun Sword Son, but I'm still a Five Elements Dao Son. The reason I want to avoid him is just because fighting brings me no benefit — not that I'm afraid of him."

……

When Jiang Ding flew to the source of the Sun Flame River, he stopped.

Looking around, what was called a river was actually a lava lake stretching beyond sight, scorching and destructive. Streaks of solar sword qi rose into the air above the lake along with the sunlight, performing wondrous sword arts, as if ten thousands of Great Sun Sword cultivators had launched their flying swords to dance in the sky.

On the shore, a simple and honest-looking fatty holding a fishing rod watched him warily.

"Student An, long time no see."

"How have you been lately? Has your Dao cultivation been going smoothly?"

Jiang Ding put on a warm smile and greeted him politely: "I'm preparing to go into the Sun Abyss to handle some matters. To avoid outside interference, could you seal yourself up? The kind that can't be undone in a short time."

"Don't worry, I'll pay you for it."

He assured him: "Moreover, I won't pursue the matter of you forcibly occupying my cultivation site with you anymore."

(End of this chapter)