Chapter 478: The Former Da Ri Chun Jian Zi

Ji Qun Zhong cannon bombardment killing cultivators main text volume Chapter 510 The Former Da Ri Chun Jian Zi The Yin Wu Ling Zhu's spiritual light had dimmed; it needed to be replenished with spirit stones again and would have to wait several months before it could be used once more.

Jiang Ding didn't mind either. He took out a separate storage jade pendant, filled it with spirit stones, then tossed the Yin Wu Ling Zhu inside and let it automatically draw spiritual energy to recover.

After he advanced to Jin Dan, the Yin Wu Ling Zhu's usefulness was no longer that great.

"I still have this."

A solemn look flashed in Jiang Ding's eyes, and he took out another item.

A fist-sized round pearl, glowing red all over.

The moment it appeared, a terrifying aura of destruction and scorching heat spread out in all directions; the surrounding world's spiritual energy became chaotic, restless, and disordered.

The many classmates who were drilling military formations felt a sudden chill in their hearts, their hair standing on end, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Even Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, who was instructing the military formations, felt a chill in his heart.

After a moment, he came to his senses, cast out seal after seal, forming layer upon layer of shields around Jiang Ding to isolate the aura of slaughter and scorching heat within, otherwise no one else would be able to do anything.

The Da Ri Chun Jian Zi from two generations before, his realm was at the peak of Nascent Soul. In the final period of the Da Ri Sword Pavilion, he roamed the Soul Transformation battlefield, and in the end died in a siege by cultivators of the Badaxian Sect and the Immortal Gate at the Soul Transformation stage.

Mie Ri Master Dinghai Zhenjun was gravely wounded and on the verge of death in this very battle, entering the Chen Mian Mi Jing to slumber for over three thousand years before awakening.

Jiang Ding carefully extended a wisp of divine sense.

"There are only two tiers, Jin Dan Jing and Nascent Soul Jing."

"The Nascent Soul Jing tier is sealed; you have to break it open first before you can comprehend it."

Jiang Ding understood.

Mie Ri Master Dinghai Zhenjun looked careless and casual, but in fact he had thought things through quite thoroughly. A wisp of sword intent from a Da Ri Chun Jian Zi at the Nascent Soul Jing could really casually kill a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Worthy of someone who ran a legion—every aspect had been accounted for.

Divine sense surged into it.

His vision blurred.

Hazy and indistinct.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

Light!

Endless sunlight!

Above and below, everywhere—no land, no sky. Everything within sight was sunlight, filled with the will of scorching heat, slaughter, and destruction in every corner.

A cultivator below Jin Dan appearing here would die in an instant, utterly erased from the essence of the soul, unable to even enter reincarnation.

Even most Jin Dan cultivators would vanish without a trace in no more than a few breaths.

To Jiang Ding, all of this was merely ordinary.

He only felt the sunlight was slightly dazzling and needed to squint a little.

The azure mark between Jiang Ding's brows flashed.

The will of law-breaking and spirit-destruction likewise swept out in all directions, devouring and destroying the surrounding foreign wills, carving out a space of calm.

The sunlight was no longer so dazzling and had returned to its original gentle appearance.

Layer upon layer of sunlight dispersed.

Not far away, a youth in a grey robe quietly watched this side.

His features were ordinary. Between his brows, a Da Ri Yin mark of a reddish-gold hue bloomed with specks of spiritual light. A dusty long sword hung at his waist, his aura entirely unremarkable, like any youth one might pass on the road.

"My name is Chong Chong Guang. What's yours?"

The grey-robed youth seemed to bear no hostility and asked curiously.

Chong Chong Guang.

Chong Chong Guang Zi!

Apart from the unknown seed, the name of the final generation's Chun Jian Zi of the Da Ri Sword Pavilion was precisely this.

"My name is Jiang Ding."

Jiang Ding replied politely.

"Jiang Ding Zi…"

The grey-robed youth muttered to himself: "This name is rather strange. Does it mean a mainstay in the middle of a river, taken from the flow of the Jiang?"

"Very strange."

"Still, for a Da Ri Chun Jian Zi to appear within the Dong Ji Demon Sect is itself an inconceivable matter."

"It ought to be… eliminated."

Boom!

A flying sword blazed like the blazing sun, advancing in grand and majestic fashion, yet its sword light twisted from time to time like crimson threads, highly condensed. Space was silently torn open, forming fine, deep black lines—there was none of the irregular spatial shattering seen with other Nascent Soul cultivators.

An azure flying sword appeared before the Da Ri flying sword, splitting into nine. Vast array patterns spread through them, sword qi rose and fell, and in an instant, a sword formation dozens of kilometers in size formed with terrifying momentum to meet it.

Clang!

The instant the two flying swords touched, pure gold net-like patterns surfaced on the azure sword body of the Tai Qing flying sword; it was struck out of its concealment and could no longer hide itself in the slightest.

They stalemated for a moment.

Boom!

Of the nine blue-gold flying swords, eight shattered in the span of an instant. The sword domain vanished without a trace, and the Tai Qing flying sword, its spiritual light dimmed, was sent flying backward.

The Da Ri flying sword of reddish-gold hue, on the other hand, paused; nine shallow scratches appeared on its sword body, and after a moment, faded away.

"Chong Chong Guang Zi…"

"The Di Si Jing of the sword Dao—Refining the Sword into Threads—and he has already touched upon the fourth realm of the sword Dao, the realm of Indestructibility."

Jiang Ding's face went deathly pale.

Not his match!

He could clearly feel that, though they were both at the Jin Dan Chu Qi realm, his sword intent and divine soul were even somewhat stronger than Chong Chong Guang Zi's had been at Jin Dan Chu Qi, and his flying sword was also a cut above that Chi-Gold flying sword.

But, he couldn't win.

He had been defeated by the weaker side — and crushed at that, defeated by the weaker.

"You're only at the First Realm of the Sword Dao?"

Chong Chong Guang Zi was stunned.

"Sigh!"

"A fine sword, buried in dust."

He felt somewhat listless.

Whoosh!

The Chi-Gold flying sword descended once more, its sword-light slightly hazy, splitting into nine, each one highly condensed, twisting into threads, and carrying the extreme speed of sword-qi thunder-sound — arriving the instant the thought formed.

The Tai Qing flying sword rose to meet it once again, likewise splitting into nine.

Ding ding ding…

Sparks flew in all directions; Destruction Sword Intent and Great Sun Sword Intent annihilated each other, battling into a tangle in the sky. Space kept shattering and healing, then shattering again beneath the sword-light, over and over without end.

On the surface, evenly matched.

But looking closely, in every clash between their respective nine flying swords, the Tai Qing flying sword was always struck as if by lightning. Though it was clearly somewhat stronger than its opponent, under the influence of sword-qi thunder-sound and sword-practice-into-threads, it simply could not withstand a single blow.

The transitions and links between sword techniques were even more beyond comparison.

After several dozen exchanges, the spiritual light of the Tai Qing flying sword gradually dimmed.

"Let it end here."

Chong Chong Guang Zi, feeling quite bored, gave a casual flick.

"This move is called Princess Chiyan Slash — it is the introductory sword technique of my Great Sun Sword Pavilion."

Hum!

The Chi-Gold flying sword hummed, the nine flying swords merged into one, and the radiance of sunlight across dozens of kilometers gathered upon the blade — blazing and impossible to look at directly — transforming into a twisted, crimson sword-thread that, amid thunder-sound, arrived in an instant and slashed down upon the nine Tai Qing flying swords.

Boom!

The blue-gold flying swords kept cracking and snapping; only the last one remained, its spiritual light utterly dim. It wailed once and was sent flying backward.

"Such swordsmanship…"

Jiang Ding made no attempt to flee, and let out a sigh of lament.

A chill at his brow,

and darkness filled his vision.

Outside.

Jiang Ding fell silently toward the ground. Before Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun could act, the Tai Qing flying sword within his brow unsheathed itself, spreading out layer upon layer of blue-gold sword-qi that shattered laws and destroyed spirits — like a peacock fanning its tail — and caught his body.

A long while later.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, feeling his magic power roiling, his divine soul aching with pain, and his whole body weak and drained.

"Chong Chong Guang Zi…"

"Truly hateful."

Jiang Ding said indignantly: "Once the super warship is finished being built, I can suppress you with a flip of my hand. The sword prodigies of the immortal sects are plenty strong too, you know — don't look down on people."

In his current state, he was nowhere near his peak combat power, and he was deeply unconvinced.