Chapter 439: The Invincible Soul Transformation Cultivator of Three Thousand Years Ago

Jiang Ding stepped into it in a single stride.

Under the radiance of the Great Sun, a translucent, hazy human figure emerged; the electromagnetic light-wave stealth layer on its surface faded and dissipated into nothingness.

A Great Sun Sword Cultivator!

Utterly firm, utterly righteous, grand and majestic, openly and honorably destroying external enemies and internal weaklings.

"That's not right."

Jiang Ding was unconvinced.

He rose, flew into the sky, soaring upward against the sun's beams, and came to a stop several thousand meters above.

The Great Sun beams here grew ever more scorching, and the oppressive might of the Great Sun sword intent within them grew ever heavier; he had no choice but to unfold his Destruction sword intent to resist the omnipresent erosion of will around him.

"Come out and receive your death."

Jiang Ding said flatly, looking into the not-far distance.

All directions were filled with brilliant, resplendent Great Sun light, nothing else; but through the perspective of sword intent, several kilometers away, a soul-creature steeped in gloom and resentment was hiding here, using the Dayang Dayang Tianchi's own formations to shield itself from the Great Sun light all around—light powerful enough to obliterate countless living beings.

Silence for a moment.

A short while later, at one corner of the Great Sun radiance, a dark, heavy orb of light emerged beneath the sunlight.

"... hate..."

"The Dongji Demon Sect destroyed my sect, wiped out my homeland..."

"... revenge..."

From atop the dark orb, twisted faces emerged one after another, arms slick with blood and grime sprouted in clusters, charred, scattered heads sprouted in clusters, shrieking with venomous hatred.

Within those voices, a towering hatred chilled the heart—even if one poured out the starlight of the entire cosmos, it could not wash away the slightest trace.

The Taiqing flying sword flew out from between his brows, its law-breaking radiance illuminating the four directions.

Jiang Ding watched them in silence.

"Enough!"

"What a disgrace!"

From the void came a resonant, low shout.

The myriad shrieking heads and faces faltered, and the noise fell silent.

"Not enough—far from enough!"

The silence lasted only briefly before a clamor of voices rose again, unwilling, resentful: "The Dongji Demon Sect has not been destroyed—how could that be enough? How could it possibly be enough!"

"Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun—even you cannot stop us..."

"Then die!"

A broken flying sword flew out from within the dark orb; a terrifying sword intent that could burn all things spread in all directions, and it slashed a single sword strike at itself.

Clang!

The dark, resentful spirit aggregate stiffened.

"No!"

"You traitor!"

Countless remnant souls and resentful spirits roared in fury and unwillingness, yet could only stiffen their bodies and crumble into ash.

The resentful spirit aggregate's body abruptly shrank and collapsed by more than half; violent, brief changes were taking place—in an instant, it stilled, and the broken flying sword sliced open a layer of pitch-black membrane and flew out from within.

Behind the broken flying sword was a person!

Jiang Ding's gaze sharpened.

It was a middle-aged cultivator with a plain, archaic appearance, faint threads of crimson flame at the corners of his eyes; the moment he appeared, a terrifying aura that suppressed myriad realms with cruel, domineering force radiated outward, making one tremble involuntarily, as if one had encountered the natural enemy of all living beings.

"Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun!"

Jiang Ding's heart jolted.

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun!

This was a figure of tremendous renown from three thousand years ago—the strongest Soul Transformation cultivator beneath the Great Sun Sword Lord, a great lover of slaughter; beneath a single Soul Transformation flame sword, countless billions upon billions of living beings met their death.

In the clear historical records, at least several dozen Soul Transformation cultivators of the Badaxian Sect and Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong had died at his hands!

His ultimate end was to be encircled and slain by Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong's forbidden nuclear weapons and a great number of Soul Transformation cultivators of the Badaxian Sect.

"Great Sun Sword Child."

"Three thousand years, and I see you again."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun studied the youth before him carefully; after a long while, he smiled: "I had thought that when we parted that day, we would never meet again in this lifetime—I never expected such a pleasant surprise now."

"This wisp of remnant soul is not entirely useless after all—it still has its uses."

Jiang Ding knew that this familiar tone was not directed at him, but at his flying sword.

The Great Sun Sword Pavilion never cared who the Great Sun Sword Child was.

So long as there was one, that was enough.

"Haha!"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun thought of something and laughed heartily: "Within the Dongji Demon Sect, a Sword Child of the Sword Pavilion has actually been born. I had thought that when the Sword Pavilion was destroyed, its legacy would be buried in the dust of history, never to be seen again—until the previous Great Sun Sword Child returned by some one-in-ten-thousand chance."

"The Dongji Demon Sect has always been treacherous and base, yet unexpectedly a Sword Child has appeared."

"Sword Child, your inheritance must be incomplete—you're still missing the secret arts for Core Formation, Nascent Soul, and Soul Transformation, aren't you?"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun thought of something, and without needing anyone to answer, went on by himself: "I am now but a wisp of remnant soul, and I don't remember much, but the Sword Child may take it as reference."

Having said that, he actually transmitted over a great quantity of incomplete, fragmentary spirit-text.

Jiang Ding's breath caught.

It was real.

Only many places were blank—the Core Formation secret art was the most detailed, the Soul Transformation secret art the least, with entire sections left blank at the drop of a hat, followed by only scattered, isolated spirit-text characters.

The transmission of spiritual texts lasted a full three days before finally ceasing.

"That's all of it."

"My remnant soul can't hold much more."

Yanling Canghai Tianjun explained: "For the rest, you can consider slaying Soul Transformation cultivators of the Badaxian Sect to obtain them. The previous generation's Great Sun Sword Son also has a complete inheritance—if you beat him to death, you'll automatically obtain the complete Sword Pavilion inheritance."

"He's not in this realm. If he's still alive, he should have reached Soul Transformation. Be careful yourself."

"The possible locations of the previous Great Sun Sword Son are this…, this…, and this…"

He transmitted a long string of planar coordinates, extremely complex, among which one coordinate faintly resembled the one once submitted to the Central Array Spirit Computer for calculation.

"You…"

Jiang Ding stared, dumbfounded.

"There can only be one Great Sun Sword Son."

Yanling Canghai Tianjun smiled faintly: "This is the Sword Pavilion's Sword Law. If more than one appears, they fight until only one remains—regardless of background or origin."

"Alright. Now, you may die."

"Do you know why?"

He did not strike; he was teaching at Dundun Sect.

"Because of hatred."

Jiang Ding fell silent.

"Yes, precisely so."

Yanling Canghai Tianjun nodded: "The Sword Law is the Sword Law. As a Great Sun Sword cultivator, I will obey the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Sword Law, but at the same time, I am also a person—a cultivator."

"The Great Sun Sword Son needs help."

"The Eastern Extreme Demon Sect is the enemy that murdered old friends and kin—they must be slain."

"Both of these must be done."

"This is my Sword Heart."

"Sword Heart?"

Jiang Ding started.

After a long while, he bowed in salute.

"Good, not bad."

"Just one sword strike, then."

Yanling Canghai Tianjun smiled slightly: "I am now nothing but a wisp of remnant soul, and I have already cut myself with one sword first. I don't have much strength remaining. If you can withstand this one strike, you live."

"Otherwise, you die."

"That puppet dead thing can't save you either."

Boom—!

The Great Sun Heavenly Pool thundered. Countless beams of celestial light descended from the sky, sealing off inside and out—extremely brief, extremely brief, lasting only one ten-thousandth of a second.

Then,

a crimson tide rose behind Yanling Canghai Tianjun, blanketing the entire world, descending, drowning all sentient beings.

(End of chapter)