Chapter 753: A Huge Harvest (Thank you, Alliance Master Yan'e, for your generous gift; truly too much expense)

The moment Brother Brother Xuanwu's divine soul and physical body were annihilated and his Ben Ming Fa treasure, the Primordial Eight Trigrams Chessboard, shattered and flew apart, the millions of cultivator soldiers of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace were struck with terror.

A chilling cold spread through everyone's hearts, an inexplicable fear.

"Flee!"

"The Candidate Daozi is dead..."

"The Candidate Daozi is dead!"

The cultivators of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace went completely mad, abandoning their military formations which still held defensive power, and fled frantically in all directions like ants whose nest had been exploded.

They pressed against one another; whenever a fellow sect member blocked them slightly, they struck ruthlessly, blood and severed limbs flying everywhere, order completely lost.

Millions of soldiers collapsed in an instant!

Jiang Ding stood in the sky, his eyes closing slightly.

In the center of his sea of consciousness, the sword intent of destruction rose and fell, ringing with a clear, resonant sound, the sword's cry ethereal and crisp.

"The sword intent should now have a significant gap compared to the Candidate Daozi of the Badaxian Sect..."

Clang!

Ding-dong...

Now, he was undergoing this process.

In Jiang Ding's heart, numerous realizations suddenly arose, surging in one after another, like duckweed in a stream, common and everywhere, not rare.

Jiang Ding was delighted.

Some realizations concerned the "Immortal Art: The Sixteenth Power of the Prototype of the Jin Zhi Sword"; many past difficulties were now suddenly clear, solved effortlessly, and it seemed he could already see the hope of taking this sword technique out of the laboratory and truly applying it in actual combat.

And the sword intent,

is the core of a sword cultivator, and the greatest distinction between sword cultivators and spell cultivators,

is the sole reliance on this path!

In an instant, certain things were different.

Over and over, no one knew when the sword intent would lose its suppressing effect.

He gazed inward at his sea of consciousness.

His entire body felt lighter than ever before; his divine soul was sharp and clear, as if he had become many years younger, returning to the time of his primordial birth.

Regarding the third realm of the sword path, forging the sword into threads, combined with the sword path data from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, Jiang Ding had absolute confidence that even alone, he could conquer and apply this immortal technique within five hundred years.

There were also some thoughts concerning sword techniques.

The killing intent accumulated over decades of sword forging, originally deposited in the lake of his heart with a dark red hue, so thick it could not be dissolved, constantly on the verge of losing control, was suppressed by the sword intent.

Jiang Ding felt as if he had instantly unloaded a burden of ten thousand jun.

The sword intent was rising dramatically!

It became more condensed, taking huge strides toward the Great Accomplishment Realm, becoming sharper, becoming more dazzling!

Within a range of a thousand li, all cultivators involuntarily felt a chill; their bodies stiffened slightly, as if stared at by a fierce beast.

But now, the sea of consciousness was crystal clear, like flawless crystal, without a trace of impurity.

The sword intent was changing.

If one adds the help of the large number of sword intent cultivators constantly appearing in the immortal sects, and the sect's own powerful and efficient immortal research system, this time would be advanced even further.

The sword body of the Taqing Flying Sword, which had been buzzing excitedly, calmed down, serene and peaceful, hovering beside him like a noble lady.

The Great Sun Candidate Daozi of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion often holds an absolute advantage in sword intent and sword technique, but this is not innate; rather, it is because they defeat strong enemies one by one in the later stages, their sword intent evolving time and again, thus surpassing all others.

However, all of the above is important, but far from the most important.

The most important thing is,

"The Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art!"

"It has been advanced..."

Jiang Ding's eyes shone; he cared for nothing else, all his inspiration and thoughts pouring entirely into contemplation of the Nascent Soul Secret Art, forgetting everything else.

He stood dazed, his eyes devoid of light, even forgetting to maintain the basic floating spell, and silently fell toward the earth.

"Commander..."

This instantly triggered panic throughout the Northern Sky Heavenly Front Army; even the prisoners were ignored as the fleet flew in, formations spread out, wrapping him tightly in three layers inside and three layers outside.

Only after confirming he was unharmed did they quietly dispatch part of the fleet to clean the battlefield, and all strove to suppress the sound of the warships and fighter jets' afterburners, eliminating all other noise.

The ten thousand li of heaven and earth became utterly quiet; the chirping of insects, the sound of wind, the roar of waves, the fighting of demonic beasts, the movement of fish—none of it existed, quieter than a silent meditation chamber.

Jiang Ding knew nothing of the outside world.

The various thoughts and inspirations in his sea of consciousness were undergoing violent changes.

"The Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art."

To this day, Jiang Ding is already a top authority in the science of the immortal sect's sword path; the birth of many low, medium, and high-level immortal sect sword path Gong Fa, spells, sword-forging materials, and so on, originated from his hands or under his influence.

In terms of the sword path, Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun, Yuan, Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun, and others are far inferior to him.

Their specialties differ, their research directions differ.

They can only provide assistance in many side directions, or calculate spiritual energy variables appearing in a certain research process, or test whether a certain secret art or spell structure is complete, and so on.

These seniors possess immense power, their immortal research capabilities are unfathomable, and they are willing to spare precious cultivation time to help under the library points system.

As long as you can transform a sword path problem into a mathematical problem or a physics problem, they can handle it for you.

But if you cannot make this transformation properly, they have no way to help.

These transformations are mainly done by Jiang Ding and the large number of adult sword path cultivators; it is the "Institutional Policy" of the adult sword path department, something they have been exploring as long as the department has not been disbanded.

It is just that the cultivation levels of the students in the adult sword path department are too low, with the highest being the peak of Foundation Establishment, so over eighty percent of the transformation work is done by Jiang Ding himself.

At this very moment, countless thoughts and inspirations surged in like a tide; many previously insurmountable difficulties were conquered one by one, transformed into immortal physics or immortal mathematics problems, or, even if they could not be transformed, a clear direction emerged.

Jiang Ding did not get stuck in a dead end; after a brief thought, he recorded the results and moved on to another problem to continue thinking.

In this state where inspiration surged like a tide, nearly akin to sudden enlightenment, he was like a god descending from heaven; problems that had once been incredibly difficult, blocking his path like a great mountain, were shattered one by one with a sword strike—crack, crack—dispelled with a mere wave of his hand.

He did not know how much time had passed,

perhaps a long while,

or merely an instant.

In any case, his sea of consciousness had undergone massive changes in divine sense data.

After a long time,

the inspiration and thoughts that had surged in like a tide and flowed endlessly gradually dried up.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes; his aura was listless, his soul consumed to a great extent, ten times more than in his battle with Brother Brother Xuanwu, yet his eyes were full of spirit, bright as stars.

"The secret art for forming an infant has been shortened..."

"Shortened by nine hundred and twenty-three years!"

"With comprehensive calculation, it will take at most one thousand years for me to develop the Great Sun Infant-Forming Secret Art!"

"Candidate Daozi, Candidate Daozi, Candidate Daozi..."

"Beautiful, healthy, good-looking, noble, lively, benevolent Candidate Daozi!"

Jiang Ding's heart surged with emotion; all the beautiful words piled up onto the name "Candidate Daozi" in a rush, his excitement impossible to restrain.

"This is only the ninth-ninth eight... oh, no, it is merely one Heavy Origin Disciple."

"If there were... more, I simply dare not imagine it!"

Jiang Ding longed.

Now, he understood the madness of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Great Sun Sword Disciples of past generations toward the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Candidate Daozi.

Compared to it, what heavenly treasures, what earth-shattering opportunities, what divine pills and miraculous medicines were all but straw.

Compared to the Candidate Daozi, they were not even worthy of carrying his shoes!

(End of this chapter)