Chapter 722: The Sleeping Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun Begin to Awaken

Farewell?

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment, then logged into the official website of Qingfeng University using his authority as a professor in the Sword Dao Department of the Adult Education Division, to investigate this matter.

The doctoral program at Qingfeng University lasts two hundred years; Yu Yu Qianzi should not have finished yet, at most she would be in her third year.

Soon, a line of information was retrieved.

"On the 24th of the 6th year of the 【Era】, Yu Yu Qianzi, a third-year doctoral student at Qingfeng University, applied for early graduation examination. The examination results were qualified. The title of Doctor of Sword Dao is conferred upon student Yu Yu Qianzi, and the Doctoral Graduation Certificate of Qingfeng University is awarded."

On the records, there was also a picture of Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun conferring upon her the degree certificate and graduation certificate.

Clang!

The dust and shattered spiritual light dispersed, revealing the figure of the Taiqing Flying Sword.

A great Immortal Sect would not entrust its life and death to a cultivator who had not yet grown.

At the moment the two flying swords clashed.

Accumulate for another thirty-seven years, and one could break through to the late stage of Jin Dan.

"This is exactly the outcome that should be!"

She murmured softly to the intact moon-white Immortal Sword before her, as if bidding farewell.

"Why is it an unnamed stele? I thought it would say 'Grave of Jiang Ding, the Last Great Sun Sword Disciple'."

A terrifying sympathetic detonation occurred; layers of scorching and freezing sword qi spread out, destroying layer after layer of space, and it did not recover for a long time.

Jiang Ding gazed at the Taiqing Flying Sword before him.

The moon-white Immortal Skirted Maiden's face turned pale.

"Thick-skinned."

The moment they made contact, vast stretches of the sea of consciousness were frozen, thoughts solidified; even a Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun would fall into a cold dream, unable to resist.

Even if the Dao Disciples of this generation of the Badaxian Sect died, the Badaxian Sect could still activate new Dao Disciples; the remaining lifespan of a Void Refinement Great Power would be more than enough for the Dao Disciple to grow up.

The moon-white Immortal Sword stood upright where it was.

"Hmm, yes, yes, yes, that makes sense."

"This is for you,"

This is the third realm of Sword Dao, where sword qi and sword intent are highly condensed, bringing greater sharpness and greater penetration, possessing absolute dominance over lower-rank Sword Dao cultivators, allowing one to defeat opponents of higher levels.

Currently, he is in the second realm of Sword Dao, at the peak of Sword Qi Thunder Sound.

Jiang Ding asked curiously.

In the sea of consciousness, the Annihilation Sword Intent rang out with a metallic clang, cutting down the sword intent that had invaded the sea of consciousness and frozen the Thunder Sound; instinctively, it followed the direction it came from, locking onto the moon-white Immortal Skirted Maiden who was tearing apart space in the distance.

The third realm of Sword Dao,

Refining the Sword into Silk!

Her voice was calm, as if an ordinary classmate was saying goodbye.

Beneath this twisted, bright sword light, space, shadows, and will were all sliced open in an instant, sharpness reaching its extreme.

"Extreme Great Sun..."

It must be the result of diplomatic activities by the Qingmuxian Sect; they promised something and convinced the Immortal Gate to believe it, which is why they agreed to Yu Yu Qianzi's early graduation.

Jiang Ding stuffed the Taiqing Flying Sword into his brow, walked into the Silver Sky Island dormitory, and closed his eyes.

"Hmph!"

Breathing in and out the heavenly and earthly spiritual qi and Great Sun essence within a radius of nearly one hundred kilometers, they flowed into the Zhou Tian meridians, constantly refining, turning into drops of fine magic power that fell into the dantian.

Jiang Ding's originally careless expression immediately became solemn; holding the Taiqing Flying Sword, he slashed down with a Boom.

Clang!

In the clouds, a crisp sword cry came, entering Jiang Ding's divine soul.

Inheritance, again lacking inheritance.

Even if resources are sufficient, there is enough time for multiple Dao Disciples to grow up.

At the same time,

Yu Yu Qianzi handed over a jade slip: "Regarding your Sword Escape, some thoughts on fourth-rank electromagnetic Sword Escape are recorded inside; I hope it can provide some reference for you."

"And... if we are enemies, I hope you will go all out, because I will do the same."

Cold, freezing, hallucinogenic.

This is what many Immortal Gate elders say: the Dao Disciple is important, yet not important.

One by one, the Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun who had slept for thousands, even tens of thousands of years, began to awaken.

Jiang Ding agreed wholeheartedly, taking the jade slip from her hand.

"This Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun?"

Yu Yu Qianzi showed a look of disgust.

No matter how the opponent moved, it was useless; they were firmly locked on.

Yu Yu Qianzi, who had broken through to Refining the Sword into Silk, was no longer someone who could be defeated with a casual strike; she could be considered a Dao Disciple-level opponent.

In fact, the procedure for the Doctor of Sword Dao degree she received was originally to be conferred by the young man in green robes before her; she strongly protested, and only then was it changed to Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

He knew this was not simply a matter of a student having exceptional talent and graduating early.

After a long time, she reacted, returned in the direction she had struck, and for a long time, did not appear again.

They gathered their old subordinates, nurtured their meridians, refined the Sky Mother Ships, formed new Sky Troops, and practiced adapting to military formations that had continuously evolved for thousands of years.

Jiang Ding complained: "I, this Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, am the professor of the Sword Dao Department; your graduation certificate should have been conferred by me. Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun overstepped."

Facing such a situation, Yu Yu Qianzi made her decision.

"One day, the Sun and Moon Sword Pavilion will once again rule the realms and reach glory."

The next moment, he turned and shot away, without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.

Every sword Dao realm requires a profound foundation in the sword Dao; the Immortal Sect is extremely unskilled in this aspect and can only let him grind and explore it bit by bit.

Of course, this is absolutely not a cost that would affect the grand situation; a Great Yin Sword Disciple is not worth that much.

"Forging the sword into threads..."

"You are very good."

"You are already in the late stage of Jin Dan..."

Even with equal sword intent, the Extreme Great Sun would be stronger than her; let alone that the opponent's flying sword far surpasses hers, and the sword intent is the same. Plus, the suppression of the Extreme Great Sun makes the clash of sword intent levels utterly disastrous.

"This does not conform to the procedure."

The sword intent roared with a boom!

He descended into a cold divine consciousness space. The hot and brutal killing intent accumulated over years of sword forging surged into it, like waves and explosions, invading like fire, instantly destroying a vast expanse of the ice-and-snow divine consciousness world and rushing toward its very core.

Boom!

Although his learning ability was stronger than Yu Yu Qianzi's, his manifested sword art was inferior; there was nothing he could do about it.

"We should be unlikely to meet again in the future. I wish you a smooth path on your Dao."

This attitude enraged Yu Yu Qianzi. She had originally wanted to say some other things, but now she had completely lost the will. She snorted coldly, tore open space, and vanished.

"Your strength is passable."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

"Just laugh. One day, you will regret it!"

A sword strike was unleashed!

The supreme Great Yin sword intent was contained within; sword shadows were dense and layered, making it impossible to distinguish true from false. Following the mysterious shortest path through space, the sword light twisted into threads, bright and brilliant, its speed almost equal to that of the Great Sun flying sword, exceeding its own limits.

The entrance to the Immortal Sect's Chen Mian Mi Jing has been accompanied by constant celestial phenomena in recent years.

"Cut!"

"If I have the strength to spare, I will leave you a complete corpse, bury you in the ancestral land of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, and erect a nameless stele to commemorate you."

"Traitor,"

Yu Yu Qianzi's expression changed. She said hatefully, "The Great Sun Sword Pavilion is all traitors. Their history should be completely erased; they have no right to exist in this world."

It did not form threads; the sword qi was not condensed enough. But with a single sword strike, the area within dozens of kilometers suddenly brightened. The will of heat and destruction filled the space, rushing along the channel of sword qi and thunder sound toward the moon-white immortal sword twisted into threads.

No one spoke; no one needed to give orders. They proceeded with various preparations with utmost proficiency, following the contingency plan issued thousands of years ago.

All was silent, yet an invisible killing intent permeated the sky above the Immortal Sect.

(End of this chapter)