Chapter 636: The Great Sun Sword Disciple Bullies the Weak

Suppressing the urge to seek healing pills, Jiang Ding clutched the Taiqing Flying Sword, endured the excruciating pain, descended to the ground, and sat cross-legged.

Sunlight fell upon this youth in green robes, who could not stop frowning.

His divine sense and meridians barely moved, circulating according to over a hundred years of habit; the heavenly and earthly spiritual qi and Great Sun Essence within a hundred meters responded, gathering and converging.

Halfway there, they collapsed and scattered again.

"So painful..."

Jiang Ding's face twitched.

The body's meridians were fine, still intact, but the soul was too shattered, nearly splitting in two, making it impossible to fully circulate the Wan Hua Ci Yuan Gong Fa; it collapsed the moment it was activated.

Yet pills could not be used.

Destruction gives way to rebirth; creation is hidden within.

This moment is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to temper the flying sword and refine the divine consciousness; missing it would mean losing a great creation, which no external heavenly opportunity could ever compensate for.

Continuing to circulate the Gong Fa, the heavenly and earthly spiritual qi gathered once more.

"Ah..."

"So painful..."

The heavenly and earthly spiritual qi collapsed.

Circulating the Gong Fa again.

Collapsing again, then attempting to circulate the Gong Fa once more.

"Ah..."

"Help..."

"Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun is about to die from the pain!"

"..."

The heavenly and earthly spiritual qi and Great Sun Essence came and came, left and left, constantly collapsing, then rising again, continuing for over thirty cycles.

Finally,

The heavenly and earthly spiritual qi and Great Sun Essence gurgled into the meridians, flowing slowly along the cultivation paths of the Wan Hua Ci Yuan Gong Fa.

Slowly, it completed one Zhou Tian.

Drip!

The Great Sun Essence and heavenly and earthly spiritual qi transformed into a tiny water droplet that fell into the dantian, splashing up ring after ring of ripples.

At the same time, one Zhou Tian was completed; a wisp of warm power flowed from the body into the sea of consciousness, repairing a sliver of the shattered soul, slightly reducing the excruciating pain in the head.

"... Hiss... Haa..."

Jiang Ding revealed an expression mixing agony with relief, without pause, continuing to circulate the Gong Fa.

It was not the previous cultivation that swallowed the heavenly and earthly spiritual qi and Great Sun Essence from dozens of kilometers around like a mountain roaring and a sea surging; this was simply circulating the Zhou Tian, refining magic power and the soul, with a range of only a hundred meters, much faster, not requiring months to complete one Zhou Tian.

The heavenly and earthly spiritual qi and Great Sun Essence circulated through the meridians, passing through each cultivation path on the Wan Hua Ci Yuan Gong Fa.

Several hours later, another Zhou Tian was completed.

A wave of warmth flowed through the entire body, then through the Taiqing Flying Sword, and finally surged into the soul, repairing the sea of consciousness that was nearly split in two.

Almost synchronized with the soul, the blue-gold sword body, pitted and scarred, nearly cleaved in two by the heavenly tribulation's lightning blades, had light flowing across it, showing faint signs of healing.

But it was very subtle, visible only under a microscope.

From a microscopic perspective, this battered flying sword was covered in cracks, but at this moment, several tiny cracks had healed.

Time continued to pass,

Jiang Ding fell into a state of complete self-forgetfulness, entirely losing awareness of his surroundings, his mind free of distractions, circulating the Wan Hua Ci Yuan Gong Fa again and again, using no pills, relying solely on his own self-healing ability to desperately repair the injuries to his soul.

Slowly, the sound of wind appeared.

The youth in green robes sat in silent meditation; with every breath and exhalation, the heavenly and earthly spiritual qi and Great Sun Essence within a hundred-meter range gathered.

As time passed, the hundred-meter range gradually expanded outward.

One hundred meters, one hundred and five meters, one hundred and seven meters, one hundred and one meters...

At the beginning, progress was extremely slow, expanding one meter at a time; sometimes accompanied by a stifled groan, the range would suddenly shrink, fluctuating unpredictably, rising and falling like breathing.

Until one month later,

Outwardly, there seemed no change; the Taiqing Flying Sword remained battered, but the range within which the youth in green robes inhaled and exhaled the surrounding heavenly and earthly spiritual qi and Great Sun Essence suddenly expanded, doubling with a single breath to over two hundred meters.

After that, without a single moment's pause, the expansion speed surged again; doubling was insufficient to describe it.

Two hundred meters, five hundred meters, twelve hundred meters, five thousand meters, twelve thousand meters...

Hoo...

Hoo-hoo...

With the youth in green robes' breathing, it was no longer a breeze but had become a storm!

The heavenly and earthly spiritual qi surged here like a tsunami, the suns within dozens of kilometers gathered here, the surrounding temperature soared abruptly, and the air distorted and blurred.

The temperature reached several thousand degrees Celsius; even steel would melt into liquid here, flowing everywhere, turning into a death zone for all living things.

The youth in green robes in the furnace felt not the slightest discomfort; his brows gradually relaxed, and his pale face began to show a faint flush.

On his knees, the blue-gold flying sword, about a foot long, under the influx of massive heavenly and earthly spiritual qi and Great Sun Essence, became crystal clear; the sword body began to move on its own, expelling the residual destructive power of the Lei Gao Jie trapped within.

The cracks and breaks on the sword body slowly healed.

Sizzle...

As the sword body moved, a drop of cyan-purple liquid was expelled, dripping down the sleeve to the ground, instantly scorching and dissolving a bottomless deep pit in the Silver Void Island.

This was not the end; with a single breath, this residual drop of cyan-purple Lei Gao Jie power penetrated the thick soil layer of the entire Silver Void Island, leaving a carriage-sized hole that was open from front to back.

Wild wind roared back through the hole, making a wailing sound.

This drop of cyan-purple Lei Gao Jie liquid continued to drip, dripping for a long time, traveling an unknown distance, until it fell upon the boundary of this dormitory area.

This was a complex and mysterious spatial array pattern; numerous forces wore down this drop of Lei Gao Jie liquid, even triggering some of the power of Clear Wind University's defensive grand array, slowly fading from sight.

Lei Gao Jie liquid was continuously expelled from the sword body, Silver Sky Island was pierced again and again, and Clear Wind University's defensive formation was triggered time and time again.

In the end, everything fell silent.

After more than a year had passed,

the Sun Divine Tree rumbled as it rose from the ground, blotting out the sky and sun. As its canopy spread, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the great sun within a fifty-kilometer radius gathered together, rising and falling like living waves of breath, never ceasing.

No one knew how long had passed.

The turbulent sea of heaven and earth's spiritual energy calmed, the light dispersed, revealing a blue-robed youth within. His gaze was bright as the stars, and a sharp, terrifying aura spread out into the sea of stars.

"Finally, the injuries have healed."

Jiang Ding regarded the blue-gold flying sword before him, still shaken.

One chi long, intact and undamaged, clean and bright as new. With the Sun Divine Tree phenomenon unfurling behind it, the sword body quietly hovered in the air, wreathed in a hazy mist.

At this moment, without any magic power or divine sense urging it on, faint spatial rifts spontaneously appeared, as if about to tear through space and merge completely into it.

Clearly a sword, yet also like…

"Nascent Soul!"

Jiang Ding drew in a light breath.

"And a specialized Nascent Soul, with an incomparable affinity for space. Its speed is faster than Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's Nascent Soul — far faster!"

"Something like this, chasing after a Nascent Soul…"

Jiang Ding imagined the scene and could not help a tingling scalp.

The Great Sun Sword Master of those years repeatedly fought across realms, the weak defeating the strong, his name shaking the realm.

Thinking about it now,

how was this the weak defeating the strong? This freaking thing was clearly the strong bullying the weak, using a power advantage to beat up noobs!

Even without the icing-on-the-cake swordsmanship, the Great Sun Sword Master could rely on raw power alone to pummel Nascent Soul cultivators, without needing to think at all.

(End of chapter)