Chapter 714: Refining the Flying Sword Speed Greatly Accelerated

Pain, a thousand threads and ten thousand strands, appeared in the lake of his heart, yet was suppressed by the Sword Intent of Annihilation, unable to affect his original heart.

In the next moment, a scene appeared before Jiang Ding.

It was a scene of a boy practicing swordsmanship in Shallow Water Village; he was eleven or twelve, a minor, logging into "Sword Dominates the World" every day to practice the village's signature basic sword art, "Fish-Slaying Sword Technique," with the system's help, tirelessly, until the minor's game time limit ended.

His dream was to enter the Adult Sword Dao Department and become a sword immortal as handsome and dashing as those in television and movies.

"This is good, the young people of the Immortal Gate have a new dream..."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself, his eyes blurring for a moment.

"I originally thought it was all prejudice, stereotypes."

If a Jin Dan cultivator came here as a guest and accidentally touched it, they would likely suffer magic power contamination and qi deviation.

The hard shell shed, exposing the sword body, which was entirely crimson, in a critical state extremely easy to refine.

He took out ten Moon Stream Crystals, turning them into streams of ice mist that covered the entirely crimson body of the Taiching Flying Sword; amidst a hissing sound, the sword body regained its blue-gold luster, with its solidity and sharpness rising another level.

The chasm between high-grade and low-grade cultivators can be imagined; they are almost two completely different species.

Buzz!

The Taiching Flying Sword rang with a clanging sound, emitting great light; two Great Star prohibitions within floated to the surface, shining brilliantly, and the flying sword's aura rose a notch.

With a slight tremor, the hard shell shattered into powder and fragments.

"Not bad,"

Clang!

The Taiching Flying Sword shot into the ground, bursting forth from the earth amidst a boom, once again transforming into the Sun God Tree state over a thousand meters high, breathing in the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy and the essence of the Great Sun within a radius of nearly a hundred kilometers to repair the sword body damaged during the refinement process.

The scorching golden liquid formed from the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron had been completely absorbed, leaving only a small amount of black-brown metal hard shell wrapping the sword body.

Over a month of time slowly passed.

Over a year of time slowly passed; the final stroke of the rune was laid down.

"It only takes eight years for me to complete refining one Great Star prohibition!"

In a flash, he became this youth, practicing swordsmanship day and night, harboring a naive dream, curious about everything, completely forgetting his own past two hundred-plus years.

"Eight years."

This thing possesses considerable danger.

A mortal's will is insignificant to a Jin Dan cultivator, but after the precipitation of the Grand Void Illusion Realm and the thousand hammers and ten thousand whetstones of the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron No. 1 Factory, along with purification and various processes, it is enough to cause most Nascent Soul cultivators to suffer qi deviation; it is extremely dangerous.

This is even under the condition that his refinement speed was already very fast among Nascent Soul cultivators; for an old Nascent Soul like Divine Crow Master Dinghai Zhenjun, it takes an average of two hundred years to refine one Great Star prohibition, lacking both talent and resources.

"Efficiency is more than four times the original!"

"I never expected this damn thing to be part of their sword cultivation practice."

After thirty-four years, the second Great Star prohibition was completed!

"Not easy, truly damn not easy..."

Jiang Ding dared not slacken; he took out No. 10 Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin and twenty tons of tungsten ore, smelting them with Ri Yan Jing and the Dai Sen Mirror Sword Domain into a fist-sized mass of dark metal liquid; using his divine sense and sword intent as a brush, he engraved the second Great Sun Divine Prohibition Great Star prohibition inside the Taiching Flying Sword.

"These... are nothing special."

Jiang Ding sealed off all external information, focusing entirely, like a withered tree or rotten stone, motionless.

"For the mid-stage of the Infant Treasure... four Great Star prohibitions are still needed, requiring thirty-two years."

"The Great Star prohibitions in the Infant Treasure stage number eighteen: one for Lower Grade Infant Treasure, six for Mid Grade Infant Treasure, twelve for Upper Grade Infant Treasure, and eighteen for Supreme Grade Infant Treasure."

Magic power and sword intent surged in; every stroke was precise beyond compare, far surpassing a photolithography machine, outlining the prohibition patterns bit by bit and imbuing the prohibitions with spiritual nature.

In just over a hundred years, he traversed the Infant Treasure refinement time that takes other Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun a thousand years; the efficiency is tenfold, truly terrifying.

Jiang Ding stored it away and found a deep pit to seal and bury it.

Jiang Ding, sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes; murderous intent, restless, shone in them; the Sword Intent of Annihilation subtly permeated his body, becoming more scorching, more frenzied, as if eager to devour a person, to irrigate the sword blade with the blood of the strong and calm his heart.

Jiang Ding was also startled in his heart.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes.

This is the aftermath of the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, and also the meaning of the Great Yin branch existing relative to the Great Sun branch within the Sun and Moon Sword Pavilion.

"The Taiching Flying Sword is as excellent as I am; there are no bottlenecks, meaning a total of... one hundred twenty-eight years is needed to reach the peak of the Infant Treasure!"

"The lingering sword dao will of the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron..."

Jiang Ding comforted himself.

Jiang Ding said with a headache: "No wonder the Great Sun Sword Sons of past generations always gave the impression of being bloodthirsty and crazy, greedily wanting to kill any cultivator within their line of sight whose strength was worthy of respect."

No wonder high-grade cultivators often view low-grade cultivators as ants, a crop born and growing every year, never lacking.

Jiang Ding nodded in satisfaction.

"The sword itself is sharp; danger is to be expected. The Sun and Moon Sword Pavilion's method is safe, but the sharpness has been ground away, dulled; it would be better to just take a stick to fight."

"I was still influenced."

"This is a normal phenomenon."

All such things fell into his heart, confusing him for a short while, before being ground up and swallowed by the Taiching Flying Sword and the Sword Intent of Annihilation; the sword intent and the flying sword grew an extremely tiny bit.

"Eighteen prohibitions, thirty-four years, that means... six hundred twelve years at the original speed, and that is still exceeding estimates; cultivators fight, go to prison, handle government affairs, there are too many messy things, things cannot always go as one wishes."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked at the Taiching Flying Sword before him.

"However, we don't need it; we are so strong, how could we need external blood to restrain ourselves? We can do it ourselves."

"It will be soon; at that time, strength will be improved."

Jiang Ding sighed.

His soul and sword intent voluntarily sank into these remnants of sword dao will; scenes flashed before his eyes: the youth refining the sword, the young girl's guild slaughter, the old amateur ninth-dan swordsman's pursuit of his sword dao dream before death...

"Thirty-four years is too long."

Clang!

The sword cry of the Great Clarity Flying Sword.

"Now, with the Blazing Sun Spirit Iron..."

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

A single prohibition array represents half a lifetime for a Qi Condensation cultivator.

"How amazing!"

Jiang Ding calculated in his mind.

The influence was only slight; clarity returned to Jiang Ding's eyes.

Closing his eyes to regulate his breath for a moment, he suppressed the indiscriminate, frenzied killing intent he held toward all living beings.

While entering a cultivation state, he simultaneously expanded his divine sense outward again, using the Immortal Gate Network to spawn threads for major sword path research, academic conference threads, and deeply participate in all Immortal Gate research projects.

Except for the first time using the Blazing Sun Spirit Iron, at all other times he could multitask, never delaying progress on any front.

(End of this chapter)