Chapter 622: Returning to My Master Tushan Xiancheng

Disconnect the fifth thread discussing the Great Sun Infant-Formation Secret Art with Zhang Zhang Junsheng; allocate the remaining soul-computation power proportionally to the other threads.

"The Great Sun Infant-Formation Secret Art requires one thousand eight hundred and eighty-seven years... that is too long!"

Jiang Ding circulated his energy to the end of one Zhou Tian cycle; his aura slowly calmed, the accumulation within his dantian increased slightly, and his face froze.

"My lifespan is only six hundred years; even if I can sleep to slow the flow of life force, nearly two thousand years is still too long. If any uncalculated errors occur in research or the situation, two thousand years may not be enough."

"I must change it."

Although, this speed is already very fast.

The time when the Great Sun Sword Pavilion produced the Great Sun Infant-Formation Secret Art was at least several hundred thousand years ago, before they came to this realm.

Their ancestors endured countless deaths and countless failed trials; generation after generation of countless geniuses pressed forward, falling on this path, paving the road from Great Sun Sword Disciple Jin Dan to Nascent Soul with their corpses.

During this period, countless moving and heroic events occurred.

During this time, it is very likely that the names Great Sun Sword Pavilion and Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion did not yet exist.

One faction after another once collected it, placed it in the Scripture Pavilion; as years passed, after its destruction it fell into the hands of a new sect, or even a lone cultivator, crude and rough, at most regarded as somewhat novel.

Countless years and changes in worldly affairs.

The people died out completely.

The sects were annihilated completely.

The inheritance was passed down, eventually obtained by the ancestors of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, who brought it to prominence, began to dominate, and ushered in a golden age.

The Infant-Formation Secret Art can remain unchanged through the passage of time, and even become more profound and perfected.

People cannot.

"The Great Sun Sword Sect must be visited."

Jiang Ding whispered: "After possessing overwhelming strength, I will descend upon this place and reclaim what belongs to me. With the Taiqing Flying Sword here, I hold the highest claim and ownership of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion inheritance; whoever disagrees, I will simply beat them to death."

He calmed his mind slightly.

Jiang Ding looked carefully at the Taiqing Flying Sword in his hand; complex Great Sun Divine Seals and prohibition runes flickered into existence and vanished upon it.

Three years have passed; the refinement has never ceased. The Earth Fiend Prohibitions have increased to sixty; only twelve Earth Fiend Prohibitions remain. In six years, I can reach Earth Fiend Great Perfection and begin to break through the Infant Treasure Heavenly Tribulation.

"I feel the time to reach Earth Fiend Great Perfection should come earlier."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and sensed for a moment: "Sword Qi Thunder Sound is indeed a sword Dao realm that countless sword cultivators have tirelessly pursued, even at the cost of their lives. It amplifies a sword cultivator's strength in every aspect.

After Sword Qi Thunder Sound stabilizes today, the speed of refining prohibitions will accelerate again; perhaps only three or four more years will be enough."

Buzz!

On the sword body, Lei Chong Guang flickered.

Jiang Ding carefully sensed the Taiqing Flying Sword before him.

In this instant, this one-foot-long flying sword had departed from metal form, becoming half-energy and half-matter; wrapped in sword intent, it reacted with a hissing sound to the space, as if in the next moment it would drift away with the wind and vanish into the clouds.

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound..."

Jiang Ding gazed at a point thirty-two kilometers away.

Buzz!

The instant his will arrived, a humming sound resonated between the flying sword and the point thirty-two kilometers away; space was affected and altered, forming a straight channel the size of a baby's arm. Faint azure Lei Chong Guang flickered within, its size just enough to accommodate a flying sword entering it.

A high-speed space channel under the influence of sword intent!

Jiang Ding did not strike out with the flying sword.

Releasing the sword intent's influence on the surrounding space, the high-speed space channel created by Sword Qi Thunder Sound collapsed into nothingness; immense forces constantly present in the outside world repair any abnormal state of space.

He casually struck out a sword.

Straight as a line, the spatial rift was pitch-black and deep.

"Still unable to strike out the 'Path of Space'; there is still a gap compared to Yu Yu Qianzi's sword art."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

To this day, he can already understand the shape of space as a four-dimensional structure. What appears to be a straight strike is actually not straight; it passes through many detours. Only by grasping the spatial nodes at various points and twisting the path can the resistance on the flying sword be minimized and its speed maximized.

"It's fine; just continue practicing."

He did not mind; after observing carefully for a moment, he struck out another sword, tearing space.

Five times the soul power of one's own realm; this is his huge advantage.

In comprehending sword arts, this is literally one part effort, ten parts harvest; his efficiency far surpasses Yu Yu Qianzi's.

The foundation upon which the Great Sun Sword Disciple stands and lives is precisely this; he should naturally stand at the peak of sword arts in this realm.

The reason for the gap with the Great Yin Sword Disciple is merely the gap in sword Dao education received by the two; this is brought about by later circumstances and is unavoidable.

However, for practice like now with a clear path, he is confident he will grow rapidly in the coming time until he reaches the peak of Sword Qi Thunder Sound.

Every day is like this.

Attending classes to study, developing the Great Sun Infant-Formation Secret Art, writing the paper 'The Sixteenth Power of the Prototype of Immortal Art: Jin Zhi Sword Destruction', refining flying swords and warships, practicing sword arts, traveling through the Spiritless Desert...

Every day brings a little progress.

He hardly felt time pass; he only did some ordinary things, and with just one round of cultivation, another year had passed.

Yellow sand fills the sky, storms cover the land; eventually, they will end.

Concealing his form, the dust-covered Jiang Ding raised his head and gazed at a patch of green in the distance; a sense of intimacy arose spontaneously.

"Master Tushan Xiancheng... the Master Tushan Xiancheng I built with my own hands from the wilderness, I see you again."

Jiang Ding tapped his finger lightly; a pool of silver-white liquid the size of a basketball fell to the ground and transformed into a youth in green robes. The two exchanged a glance and then parted.

Another Jin Dan-level nano liquid robot, designation Jin-94.

This was not one applied for free use; he purchased it from the Immortal Gate Science Academy for over two hundred million low-grade spirit stones, mixed with some fourth-tier heavenly treasures, to act on his behalf in the Three Kingdoms region.

As for Jin-92, which is protected by a sixth-tier talisman, the Cause-and-Effect Erasing Talisman, it still lies hidden in the Black Snow Grasslands.

That day, Jin-92 had once infiltrated the beast-spirit Immortal City, which was protected by formations, intending to launch a surprise attack. Later, as cultivators like Yu Zhong defected, it was never used, so he simply left the beast-spirit Immortal City and continued to lie in wait.

He had an important mission: to continue monitoring the developments of the overall situation on the Northern Plain, and... to construct an ultra-long-distance teleportation formation, the kind that could span the Spiritless Desert. In the future, teleportation formations would continue to be built in various places across the Northern Plain.

The cost of each ultra-long-distance teleportation formation is around one billion low-grade spirit stones.

Don't think it's too expensive — this is the Immortal Sect's price.

If it were a Northern Plain clan instead, the cost would easily multiply tenfold, and even then it would be unavailable on the market — no amount of money could buy it, because the related spatial teleportation technology is locked down.

Every ultra-long-distance teleportation formation on the Northern Plain is jointly funded and built by the twenty-eight clans of the Zhengmo Alliance, possessing extremely high strategic value, and is difficult for outsiders to access.

Jiang Ding's plan is to construct an ultra-long-distance teleportation formation between the Three Kingdoms' lands and the Black Snow Great Grassland, opening it once every ten years to transport annual supplies, and for escape when necessary.

It is expected to recoup the cost in about twenty years, making it an excellent investment project.

Under revision

(End of this chapter)