Chapter 440: The Sword Child Has Taken Control of His Dayang Dayang Tianchi

Jiang Ding's scalp prickled.

In his sword-intent perception, after that self-inflicted slash, the figure before him had weakened drastically, dropping to barely a tenth of his own strength.

Yet, when a sword came slashing down, sword-Dao flowing fire flooding the space between heaven and earth,

what strength, what perception, all became a joke!

In every direction, above and below, the will of the blazing sword filled everything; all of heaven and earth, including spiritual Qi, fell under its control; killing intent was everywhere, swiftly swallowing the destructive sword intent that had spread through the surroundings.

Sword Dao Fifth Realm!

Sword World!

With one sword, the sword became a world; all things lived or died!

A thought surfaced in Jiang Ding's mind.

Boom!

High above, the super aerial warplane unfolded; within a radius of dozens of kilometers, endless deep-blue runes flickered into being and faded; every ounce of power gathered into the dark, cavernous muzzle of the electromagnetic main cannon.

A streak of blue-gold light roared forth; under extreme speed and force, the destructive sword intent was amplified enormously.

At last, in this state, amid the sky-blotting crimson streams of light, he saw it — a real, surviving crimson broken sword, savage and blood-soaked, slashing toward him at unimaginable speed.

"Kill!"

Jiang Ding stared fixedly at the sky.

The Taiqing flying sword pierced the air, shattering the surrounding streams of light with extreme force and speed, breaking the Sword World's shackles over all things and spiritual Qi, barely seizing a moment to gasp, gathering a sliver of the outside world's spiritual Qi to slash at the crimson broken sword.

Boom!

An earth-shaking roar; sunspot radiance erupted, searing destruction, annihilating spirit and soul; the shockwave rolled outward for dozens of kilometers; the earth was flattened once again, rumbling and roaring.

Clang!

The Taiqing flying sword wailed once, its spiritual light plummeting, and it retreated backward.

"Die!"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun said flatly.

The crimson broken sword blazed with dazzling brilliance; its speed not only failed to weaken in the slightest, but surged once more; the heavenly fire-stream fell from the sky, crushing down with destruction; the savage, searing sword intent slaughtered and burned all living beings.

"I will not die."

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Every wisp of magic power, every shred of divine sense, poured wholly into the flying sword — everything he had.

Boom!

The Taiqing flying sword sang and hummed, drawing the electromagnetic main cannon's array patterns into itself; a great light blazed forth; thread-like, net-shaped patterns of resplendent gold shone bright as stars, bursting outward in layered waves of destructive spiritual radiance.

Break the Law!

Annihilate the Law!

Forbid the Law!

Threefold true intent descended upon this heaven and earth dominated by the blazing-sun sword intent, causing the very foundation of immortal-Dao civilization — the particles of heaven and earth spiritual Qi — to stagnate, congeal, even undergo subtle changes in structure.

The countless crimson streams of light churned and swayed, no longer holding absolute dominion over everything; the terrifying, deathly still pressure in all directions faded greatly.

A wheel of blue-gold blazing sun hung in the sky.

The light of Law Annihilation shone upon high and low, standing on equal footing with the Sword World dominated by the blazing-sun sword intent!

"Kill!"

Jiang Ding growled low.

Boom!

The blue-gold great sun, bearing the radiance of Law Annihilation, thundered forward and slammed head-on into the blazing-sword Tianhe at the center of the Sword World.

Sizzle…

The two touched in utter silence, then collapsed; a dreadful aura spread across the entire Dayang Dayang Tianchi; even a sliver of shockwave that leaked out and struck the earth gouged a crater kilometers wide and deep — one that would kill even a Jin Dan cultivator on contact in an instant.

After a brief stalemate, the blue-gold great sun was ultimately inferior in many ways of technique; the light of Law Annihilation gradually dimmed, and the resplendent blue-gold great sun began to fade.

The blazing-sword Tianhe, by contrast, blazed ever brighter; the affected Sword World recovered in an instant, bearing the power of an entire world as it pressed down; the blazing-sun sword Dao destroyed everything, burned everything.

Jiang Ding's face was pale, but his eyes had regained their calm.

The blazing-sword Tianhe and the Sword World it had birthed faltered.

They crumbled and exploded apart.

The blast stirred up endless towering waves of spiritual Qi, spreading in all directions like a storm; countless sword cultivators uncontrollably vomited fresh blood, their magic power thrown into utter chaos.

The blazing sword had spent its strength!

After all, it was only a wisp of a remnant soul.

"What a pity…"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's divine soul was nearly transparent; endless regret filled his eyes; he took one last look at Dayang Dayang Tianchi, and at the many ruins in all directions, then his body crumbled into ash across the sky.

Silence fell here.

A long while passed.

"A peerless prodigy of the realm."

"What a pity he was born ten thousand years too early!"

Jiang Ding's nearly dried-up dantian recovered a measure of magic power, granting him the strength to protect himself once more, and he murmured.

At a thought of his divine sense, from the place where Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's remnant soul had perished, a battered crimson flying sword flew to hover before him.

"Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun — according to the records of immortal-gate history, this man was all but invincible below Soul Transformation; only when the Dayang Sword Child advanced to Soul Transformation could he be suppressed by a margin; immortal-gate and Badaxian Sect Soul Transformation cultivators who died at his hands numbered in the dozens — the nightmare of Badaxian Sect Soul Transformation cultivators."

"His flying sword is very likely half-Void Refinement grade!"

Jiang Ding's face showed anticipation.

Refining Void!

Anything tainted by this name is impossible to purchase even by exhausting an entire minor realm, worth over a trillion low-grade spirit stones.

His divine sense and sword intent scanned this broken flying sword meticulously.

His expression froze.

"A second-grade flying sword?"

"And a second-grade flying sword picked up casually?!!"

Jiang Ding's body shuddered, his mouth hanging wide open: "He wielded such a sword, his strength still ten times weaker than mine, yet he nearly killed me with a single strike!"

"What sword art is this!"

"So powerful it defies all reason."

"Fortunately, it wasn't a Refining Void flying sword, otherwise..."

Jiang Ding felt lingering fear.

This result was only to be expected.

How could a wisp of residual soul possess the Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's life-bound flying sword.

This figure was someone both the Badaxian Sect's Refining Void grand experts and the Central Array Spirit Computer were tracking; once free, he would surely pursue personally, how could he allow his life-bound flying sword to escape.

As long as the life-bound flying sword remains, the sword cultivator may not be entirely dead!

A Refining Void grand expert would never allow such a result, even if it meant utterly destroying the Dayang Dayang Tianchi.

At the instant the residual soul aggregate of the Day Sun Sword Cultivator perished and was annihilated,

the light of the Dayang Dayang Tianchi shone in all directions, rows of array patterns flickered into existence and vanished, re-spreading across every corner of the Dayang Tianchi, leaving no control blind spots whatsoever.

"Day Sun Soul Flame."

"Give it to me."

Jiang Ding said.

The Dayang Dayang Tianchi is his home!

With the destruction of the residual soul aggregate of the Day Sun Sword Cultivator, this became absolute reality.

Under normal circumstances, if you want something, you simply take it.

A trial?

That is prepared for other cultivators of the Day Sun Sword Pavilion.

"Sword Disciple, there are three Day Sun Soul Flames."

A cheerful female voice sounded.

"One is on An Tu Zi, one is on Yu Yu Qianzi; before your arrival, according to the array spontaneously operating within the Dayang Tianchi, they passed the trial for Day Sun inheritance disciples and took the two Day Sun Soul Flames."

"As for the last one, only the Day Sun Sword Disciple is qualified to take it."

"A complete Dayang Dayang Tianchi produces one Day Sun Soul Flame every hundred years; in its current state, it produces one every three hundred years."

"One? That is enough."

Jiang Ding frowned, reached out to accept a jade box, and opened it.

A Day Sun Flame burned quietly, like a candle, emitting a faint glow; merely a slight touch of the soul caused it to grow slightly, adding threads of indestructible essence within the soul.

"Golden Core, no doubt remains."

Jiang Ding's heart was firmly settled.

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(End of this chapter)