Chapter 593: Sword of Jin Extinction

Hei Hei Louxi, Blood Hand Man Demon Li Tu, Iron Tie Tie Gu Jin Gang, and others stared solemnly at Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun, who was ascending the high platform to perform the Heaven Worshipping Ceremony; many of them did not even dare to breathe.

"Can it succeed?"

Hei Hei Louxi asked in a low voice.

"Since ancient records began, the Wang Ting War can only be initiated by the direct lineage of the twenty-eight families, and only the direct lineage can be enfeoffed with high offices above Ten Thousand Captain. After victory, they are granted the Wang Ting Order."

"If an outsider rashly bears these things, they will immediately be backlashed by the dragon Qi, their divine soul torn apart and killed."

Her heart was uneasy.

Even the original plan of the General Heishi branch was only to put forward a direct lineage member as a puppet, or to adopt a direct lineage child with exceptional talent and raise them from childhood — not to go up personally.

No one dared violate the strict decree left behind by that invincible ancestor back then.

Throughout history, there was no lack of unwilling branch-line members who tried to go against heaven through the Wang Ting War, fighting desperately — all of them died body and soul at the instant of the Heaven Worshipping Ceremony, without exception.

"Perhaps it will succeed, perhaps it will not."

Blood Hand Man Demon Li Tu shook his head and said lightly: "There is only this path, the only path left for us scattered cultivators, no other."

"At least after the Great Sun Sword Sect and the Dari Sect each tried dozens or hundreds of times, many Jin Dan died, but they succeeded — using a trace of the ancestor's blood within their bodies to blind the prohibitions set by that invincible powerhouse back then."

"Maybe, it can succeed."

"After all, ten thousand years have passed. No matter how powerful the prohibitions left behind, loopholes have appeared. There is still hope."

"Yes…"

Hei Hei Louxi fell silent.

The surrounding Jin Dan cultivators such as Iron Tie Tie Gu Jin Gang and Bai Mei True Person also sighed, smoothing their slightly turbulent Dao hearts, no longer wavering in the slightest.

For Jin Dan cultivators like them, the youngest was already over four hundred years old, the older ones over five hundred, approaching the end of their lifespans.

There was nothing to fear.

Anyway, everyone has to die, sooner or later.

"If there is a second one, then let me go."

Hei Hei Louxi took a deep breath: "The General Heishi clan has planned the Wang Ting War for a long time. Many formation tools, soldiers, and cultivators are already prepared, and I am familiar with these matters, so I can have a few more chances than others."

"Sister…"

Hei Hei Loucheng began to speak, then stopped, and said nothing more.

The surrounding Jin Dan cultivators did not object — anyone was the same.

The wind, suddenly began to blow.

Then winds rose and clouds surged, Jin Chong Guang blanketing the sky, descending from the heavens.

An unimaginable pressure suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, heavy as Rushan, freezing the divine souls of all Jin Dan cultivators, choking them.

"Descendant offspring, Hei Dong Xue Liuyun…"

A weathered voice appeared in the sky, slowly spreading in all directions.

His words paused.

As if in doubt, as if judgment had become confused, unable to make a decision in an instant as usual, hesitating for a long time.

"Is this karma?"

Jiang Ding concealed his form, the Extinction Sword Intent cutting off inside and outside, shielding everything, and thought calmly.

In that instant, he sensed the scent of Jin Zhi karma.

Over the past five years, the Immortal Gate had invested massive manpower and material resources into studying the Jin Huang Diagram. There were no major results — the time was too short — but many branch results had already emerged, which he had absorbed. His insight in this area was incomparable to his first encounter.

Although it was only a branch, a small portion.

But one must understand, this was a realm hegemon, a great number of Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, together with the Central Array Spirit Computer's research results — enough to surpass the sum total of a world's research over thousands or tens of thousands of years, with room to spare.

If it were not for the unknown mutation that Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun had back then, suspected to have occurred together with the immortal art, producing some kind of fusion, otherwise these mere five years of research results would be enough to crush Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun's half-lifetime exploration of the immortal Dao.

"That's right, it is Jin Zhi karma."

"With the aid of formations in various places, plus some curse arts, or the so-called fortune of fate, together they form this grand karma formation covering the entire Northern Plains."

Jiang Ding's gaze flickered.

"The formation bases, as expected, are in places like Tushan Xiancheng, the Tie family of Guishan, the Yin clan, the Bingxuedian Mu family, and so on. After the last war with the Dari Sect, over a dozen clans were exterminated, not even chickens or dogs spared, ancestral tombs dug clean. Part of the formation is already broken and damaged, with loopholes appearing."

"This thing, separated by who knows how many tens of thousands of miles, separated by ten thousand years, is still functioning. Very strong."

Jiang Ding's heart suddenly palpitated.

"I want it so badly, it should belong to me…"

Jiang Ding once again recalled that year.

Over a hundred years ago, when he enrolled in Qingfeng University, the Central Array Spirit Computer performed a 'Dao Derivation' for him, deducing the future of the enrolled students.

It was a True Immortal Embracing Sword Diagram.

Behind the True Immortal were nine pitch-black chaotic black holes, and a ring of golden clouds surrounding them, each with its own different name.

Some had already been verified, such as the Dai Sen Mirror Sword-Type Drone.

Among them, behind the sword-embracing True Immortal, one chaotic black hole was named,

Sword of Jin Extinction!

At this moment, his divine soul trembled, his sword Dao instinct exploded, numerous inspirations surged like a tide, converging together into a vague, indistinct, faintly golden columnar object — like a flying sword embryo, or perhaps something else entirely.

Jiang Ding could not care about anything else.

He seized this once-in-ten-thousand-years opportunity, his divine soul operating at overload, striving to pursue, to remember, to think about everything related to sword Dao, extending further to Gong Fa, formations, talismans — everything that could give birth to this sword.

Unfortunately,

The goal was too ethereal and distant.

Inspiration and epiphany came quickly and left quickly — a concentrated eruption of accumulated bits over time. No matter how he tried to recall, he could not retain even a trace.

Only some seemingly plausible, seemingly reasonable things remained in his Sea of Consciousness — things that on closer inspection felt absurd and irrelevant.

"It's gone."

"Just like that, it's gone."

After a long while, Jiang Ding unwillingly opened his eyes and committed these things firmly to memory.

"Back then, whether it was Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's anomalous fusion or his own heaven-defying talent, the things he left behind might be of help to me."

"The twenty-eight families of the Northern Plains, the Gong Fa and such they have inherited — they are useful to me."

"They should hand them over, and I should take charge of distributing them, to lessen the sins they have committed against the countless mortals and cultivators of the Northern Plains over the years."

After spending some time calming his heart-lake, Jiang Ding continued to look toward the altar.

The sky-covering Jin Chong Guang hesitated for a long time, wavered for a long time.

Neither dispersing nor meting out punishment, unable to make a decision.

The eyes of numerous Jin Dan cultivators and the hundreds of thousands of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators were fixed in a death-grip, not daring to shift away even a fraction, and as time passed, they gradually grew uneasy and fearful.

"Descendant, Hei Dong Xue Liuyun."

At last, the weathered voice continued to appear; the formations and karmic arts that had endured for ten thousand years had already rendered their judgment.

"You shall be king!"

"Bestowing upon you the Northern Plains dragon qi, I hope you will fight with all your might, unafraid of hardship and death, and not disgrace the glory of your ancestors!"

"Dong Xue Liuyun, I accept the command!"

Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun pressed down hard on the excitement in his heart and bowed deeply.

Roar!

In the sky, boundless Jin Chong Guang gathered, transforming into a thousand-zhang three-clawed golden dragon that roared and shook for hundreds of li; after circling once nearby, it plunged into Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun's chest, leaving upon it a mark of a three-clawed golden dragon.

The sky-filling Jin Chong Guang vanished, and everything returned to calm.

"It worked!"

The surrounding cultivators went wild with joy.

"A collateral branch — no, not even a collateral branch, at most only a thin thread of ancestral blood — even such a person can be king, then we too can become Nascent Soul!"

Countless hearts were shaken.

"Greetings, Blood King!"

"Long live our king, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years!"

In the surrounding ring, whether Foundation Establishment or Jin Dan cultivators, all bowed their heads, kowtowed and knelt, completing the next stage of the Heaven-Worshipping Ceremony.

Hope filled the hearts of all cultivators.

From this moment on, they only needed to hold out for another hundred days, and the King-Sealing Altar would not be destroyed.

Thereafter, Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun, as well as the high-ranking grassland officials he appointed, would all be shielded by the Blood King's dragon qi; those who killed them without being of a higher realm would meet with ill fate — this was especially targeted at Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

If successful, from then on their safety would be guaranteed, no longer humble like ants.

"Not bad, my bait…"

Jiang Ding was also delighted; he raised his head and looked into the distance.

"My crow,"

"and that bastard who dares to traffic in people, Shang Shang Sanwu, the Spirit Treasure Merchant Guild of Tushan Xiancheng — where are you?"

(End of chapter)