Chapter 713: The Black Dai Sen Radiance

After the Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun left, Jiang Ding took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began adjusting his magic power and spiritual awareness.

In the Jiudaxian Sect, at this point one would burn incense, bathe, pay respects to the ancestral masters, and sit in silent meditation for months before beginning the refinement of treasures or pills—everything done with solemn gravity.

In reality, it was merely a psychological adjustment and self-hypnosis process.

Several days later, he opened his eyes; his pupils shone like stars.

Jiang Ding spat out his Jin Dan flame and began burning the Yangyang Yangyang Lingtie.

As expected, the effect was nearly nonexistent—it was utterly useless, just filler.

Jiang Ding ordered.

Jiang Ding made a rough estimate and frowned in pain.

Jiang Ding waved his hand, gently sending the Yangyang Yangyang Lingtie into the Destruction Dai Sen.

"Another case of lost heritage… Forget it. This thing still works. Set it aside for now. When I reach the Nascent Soul stage, I'll deal with it—right now, distraction isn't worth it."

"The Darifa Sword Pavilion is a bunch of heartless bastards. Suddenly, I think the Yuer Sword Pavilion's path is the right one. Yu Yu Qianzi, I could use you…"

Sizzle…

"Even the Darifa Sect has decent Jin Dan flame!"

Seize it and store it in utter darkness!

This was the foreign wills precipitated during the refining of Yangyang Yangyang Lingtie—the source of danger. A single thread was enough to drive a Jin Dan cultivator mad, triggering qi deviation.

In an instant, a red dot appeared on the Yangyang Yangyang Lingtie, spreading rapidly across its entire surface. Temperature surged violently; the chaotic, myriad sword wills within turned to fine black smoke under the heat, drifting away and piercing the space with countless microscopic holes.

"Dai Sen's Radiance…"

Drone·Dai Sen Solar Sword Domain!

"It's a pity—Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the others are too weak; they still can't be deployed in combat."

And it cannot be removed by external means—not even higher-level cultivators can do it, because some sword will components are essential for refining flying swords, varying from person to person.

The sky's light abruptly dimmed.

In the blink of an eye,

"There is considerable danger here. Among the Nascent Soul Zhenjuns of the Darifa Sect, many have been severely injured refining flying swords—some have even died…"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

The only thing missing was fire-affinity sword will, and yang-affinity sword will.

"Because I am strong."

This is part of sword intent cultivation. Those who skip it lose a chance to grow.

The sun's light was completely blocked, absorbed—within a hundred-kilometer radius, not a single ray of light remained.

In an instant,

Terrible pain surged from all directions—like ants gnawing through flesh, like red-hot irons searing the skin, sizzling, oil popping, the scent of roasting meat filling the air.

Jiang Ding's pained expression vanished instantly, replaced by calm.

"Time required… about three years and seven months…"

Refining the Nascent Soul is always this troublesome—always taking years and years, as if time meant nothing.

"This Jin Dan flame,"

"It hurts…"

"Strong ones walk a smooth path—never stumbling."

"But that's others. For me, there is no danger whatsoever."

Jiang Ding quietly admired the Destruction Dai Sen in the darkness.

Within this range, any light-based spell, any candle flame, any electric light—none of them worked. Nothing could alter the absolute darkness's nature.

These lights were not scattered, not forbidden—they still existed, but were forcibly seized.

On the sunlit deck of the steel warship, the panels slowly opened, revealing rows of neatly arranged sword-shaped mirror drones.

"Damn it! Who invented this sword-refining method? Are you even human? Don't let me find you."

This was the refinement process of eliminating the impure and preserving the pure—cannot be forced by external means, only gradually purged by oneself, polished and smelted with one's own sword intent.

A brilliant sun in the darkness!

Its light was dazzling yet invisible to the naked eye; the rays lost their ability to transmit information—only spiritual awareness could perceive the terrifying, destructive power. Even Nascent Soul Zhenjuns here would be horrified, fleeing in madness.

After their deaths, past Darifa Sword Lords often chose to enter final meditation within Dayang Dayang Tianchi, to nurture the next generation of Darifa Sword Heirs.

"Yunri."

"Hss…"

Jiang Ding was dissatisfied: "I remember the Riyan River in Dayang Dayang Tianchi, the Sun Abyss—both held powerful sword-intent flames that burned metal and melted iron as if trivial. The Sun Abyss and Riyan River are, in fact, manifestations of the Jin Dan flames of past Darifa Sword Lords. None of them had this weakness."

Space flickered with countless fluctuations in an instant; the ship spirit, forged from Dao-numerical stones, simultaneously processed millions of array operation programs.

"This is the core reason Yangyang Yangyang Lingtie greatly accelerates refinement: extracting yang-affinity sword will through sword intent, then destroying and devouring it."

He paid no mind to its power—enough to easily kill multiple Nascent Soul Zhenjuns—possessing absolute confidence in his control.

"Understood, Commander."

Jiang Ding felt a trace of regret.

Billions of blazing golden array patterns emerged between the sword-shaped mirror drones, chaotic qi swirling; one pattern appeared, then transformed into dozens, constantly shifting and evolving—mysterious and unfathomable, one of the pinnacle achievements of immortal sect array art.

Not the dimness of night—but the complete absence of all light, all brightness, plunged into pure darkness.

"It's hard to bear…"

In just a few days, the Yangyang Yangyang Lingtie had become a fist-sized ball of molten, scorching liquid, its yang- and fire-affinity sword wills refined countless times, blazing brilliantly.

"I hope he doesn't disappoint me, returns in failure—that would be unpleasant."

If one looked closely, one could distinguish within the blue smoke: ice-affinity sword will, poison-affinity sword will, wood-affinity sword will… and so on, hopelessly entangled.

"This shouldn't be happening..."

In this process, wisps of visible green smoke spilled out.

In an instant, under the scorching of the Dan fire, the Li Yang Spirit Iron that had remained motionless, and under the scorching of the Ri Yan Jing fire had only turned red all over, began to boil; metal bubbles appeared on the metal surface, dissolved rapidly, and it swiftly transformed from solid to liquid.

Jiang Ding's body shuddered, his face turned deathly pale, and his brows knotted together.

Within a radius of nearly one hundred kilometers, one thousand and twenty-four sword-shaped mirror drones were spread out, arranged neatly with equal spacing.

Under the flames formed by ten Ri Yan Jing, the properties of the Li Yang Spirit Iron changed bit by bit.

From the super battleship Great Sun, situated in the shade of the Sun God Tree, came the gentle voice of the ship spirit Yun Ri: "Activating the Dai Sen Sun Mirror Drone System for you..."

But,

"The Candidate Daozi of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace seems to be called Chong Chong Yuanzi?"

Jiang Ding took out ten Ri Yan Jing, ignited each one with magic power, forming a roaring fire of sword intent.

"Mm, just a little."

Clang!

Without any delay, the Taiqing Flying Sword, containing over seventy percent of the cultivator's Shen Hun He Fa and magic power, unsheathed and stabbed straight into the liquid Li Yang Spirit Iron, allowing a layer of scalding golden liquid to cover its entire sword body, leaving no dead angles.

This was using the sword intent of destruction to suppress the mind lake, so that no waves arose.

Although it still hurt very much, he could now restrain the chaotic thoughts in his heart.

(End of this chapter)