Chapter 754: The Sword Son Born from the Hundred-Thousand-Year Fortune of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion

The lives of the strong and the heavenly geniuses,

For sword cultivators, are the supreme opportunities!

"Too crazy..."

"It makes me want to just grab any strong person and kill them, regardless of friend or foe, regardless of the situation, just keep killing, keep killing..."

A deep red appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes.

This was not the influence of refining the sword; it was purely the intense greed revealing itself outwardly, visible to outsiders.

"No, don't."

"You will die."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, examined his own heart, and gradually cleared the suddenly erupted greed from his soul: "Even if sword cultivators crave the strong and their sword intent advances greatly, this madness, this sinking into slaughter, is not a good thing; it is obviously abnormal."

"Cultivators must have some inner persistence to walk steadily and walk far."

"Relying solely on slaughter, sooner or later one will fall into madness, hit a bottleneck, self-destruct, or make no progress."

Jiang Ding said calmly, his hand resting on the sword hilt.

Jiang Ding showed a look of dread and did not step forward to collect his spoils.

They had no loyalty to the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace; surrendering carried no burden. Since they were minor figures, their soul prohibitions were simple; the Immortal Gate fleet could easily suppress any outbreak, and lifting them required little effort.

Twenty-four Space Army fleets guarded at his side, while the rest were sweeping the battlefield, blasting to death all cultivators who refused to surrender.

The Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators fled in all directions, occasionally killing each other while fighting for passage, creating utter chaos.

Yet he did not look at the fleeing First and Second Heavenly Palace kings; he only cast his gaze toward the distance, at a black-and-white chessboard with thirty-six white pieces vertically and thirty-six black pieces horizontally.

Calculating the time slightly, only a few breaths had passed; the war had just begun to enter its next phase, far from the earth-shattering changes that had occurred within his sea of consciousness.

The Ben Ming Fa of Zhong Yuan Zi, the Primordial Eight Trigrams Chessboard, a Refining Void-level vessel embryo!

"Brother Xuanwu Candidate Daozi..."

Jiang Ding reflected for a long time, then opened his eyes.

The army fleet cannons roared, spiritual radar waves swept the four directions, blasting to death again and again; without the military formation, Mu Wang and the others had little resistance, with only one or two escaping.

However, these people did not include the core members of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace or the disciples above them.

Among them, a large number of low-level Foundation Establishment cultivators surrendered.

The Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace was a sect belonging typically to the few, with very weak cohesion; even in disadvantage, they resisted stubbornly, and few went against the current.

"The Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace has many pillars of strength."

Once there were no external enemies, a pure sword dao sect, sword dao cultivators themselves would explode and split; without opponents, they would create enemies for themselves; this is not the normal path.

Whether out of affection for the sect or because the Heavenly Palace prohibitions were mysterious, the core disciples of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, along with Mu Wang and others, each employed their methods, fleeing madly with absolutely no thought of surrender.

As for Jin Dan cultivators, many surrendered as well; they had beforehand bypassed the soul prohibitions, made various suggestions, and only surrendered once they confirmed the Immortal Gate was willing to accept their surrender and willing to act to suppress the prohibitions.

Sword cultivators, this human profession born on the racial battlefield, walk a crooked path, too mad and too perilous.

Above it, a deep sword mark was very clear.

The Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's system was very special; every realm had a Candidate Daozi, and the Candidate Daozi was not heaven-determined but selected from astonishing talents and cultivated from childhood.

Scanning the battlefield.

But rather coming from slaughter, coming from devouring, coming from the undisputed strongest!

So, how does the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace ensure its Candidate Daozi's strength is not weaker than, or even exceeds, the Candidate Daozi of other Immortal Sects, and possesses the potential to advance to Refining Void in the future?

It must be known that the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Taqing Divine Iron, the Wuxingtian Sect's Five Elements Void Copper, and the Qingmuxian Sect's Taiyi Qingmu Heavenly Seed are all astonishing divine objects; before the Candidate Daozi began their cultivation, they were fused into the Candidate Daozi's soul from childhood, nurtured day and night, promoting each other's growth.

Only thus did the realm miracle of the Candidate Daozi suppressing the world appear.

This is not something your ruthlessness, your bloodiness, or your combat talent can make up for.

The Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's solution was to refine and inherit the Seed of the Brother Xuanwu Divine Court!

Jiang Ding had once read relevant materials.

In the Immortal Gate's research classics regarding the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Candidate Daozi, a sentence appeared frequently.

"The Candidate Daozi of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace are not Candidate Daozi, but the Seed of the Brother Xuanwu Divine Court, strengthening slowly but ceaselessly from generation to generation.

Cultivators are merely their temporary bearers, not their owners."

Jiang Ding gazed at the chessboard, pondering many things.

"Little friend,"

A weathered, kind voice appeared within his soul.

Jiang Ding was startled.

All things in the world must leave traces.

Whether it is divine sense transmission, sound propagation, or text, whenever information is transmitted, there must be a carrier; this is an obvious natural law.

But this voice appeared suddenly.

No sound, no divine sense fluctuation, no image whatsoever; it simply appeared abruptly within the sea of consciousness, known to the person.

Jiang Ding's expression fluctuated between light and dark.

After a moment,

he took a deep breath and bowed, saying: "A junior, greets the senior."

"Senior?"

"Hahaha..."

The old, kind voice chuckled: "Have you not always called me 'that old thing' or 'the old deathless one of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace'?"

"This was first led astray by those two mischievous boys, Yuan He and Shen Ji."

Jiang Ding's dread grew even stronger; he said nothing.

This was already the limit.

The Dao-son-level divine soul was sounding frantic alarms.

Danger!

Danger!

Flee immediately!

Do not act, do not speak; these are all touching the abyss of danger. One careless slip and you will fall, sinking into eternal oblivion. Even mere gazing will cause influence, causing unknown distortions in the divine soul.

There was no response.

An old, kind voice echoed within the sea of consciousness.

"Young friend, your talent is truly unparalleled."

The old voice took no offense at such an impolite act, remaining kind: "In this world, there is the concept of fortune. It is not the superstition that the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect denounces, but a technique said to be inherited from the True Immortals."

"The Heavenly Palace possesses a fragment titled 'Fortune', brought by the Patriarch from his homeland."

"It states: Humans have fortune, all beings have fortune, Heaven and Earth have fortune; these are the three fortunes."

The old voice instructed the junior generation with earnest teaching.

"The Great Sun Sword Pavilion once had the momentum to unify the realm; this belongs to a type of collective fortune. Whenever a great power is about to rise and soar, under the influence of collective fortune, a Child of Fortune must be born to fulfill the lifelong wish of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's ancestral masters, transcending beyond the Void Refinement realm."

"For example, if a mortal dynasty achieves great unification, there is a high probability that a Child of Heaven will emerge to sweep the universe clean."

Jiang Ding kept sounding alarms in his heart.

He sought aid from the Starry Sky Corps and the Central Array Spirit Computer, daring not to do anything himself. Facing such a powerful being, everything was wrong, and even doing nothing was wrong.

"Young friend Jiang, you are the Sword Child born from the accumulation of Sword Dao fortune within the Great Sun Sword Pavilion over hundreds of thousands of years."

The old voice spoke solemnly.

"According to the calculations of the Primordial Eight Trigrams, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's unification of the realm was almost a certainty back then. We had all lost hope, who could have imagined the appearance of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, an anomaly from beyond this star domain?"

"In the end, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion failed."

"But their Sword Child of Fortune still survives in the world."

"Over these years, we of the Eight Great Immortal Sects have been searching. The Qingmuxian Sect thought they had already found him, while the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect believed the Sword Child of Fortune had perished along with the fall of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion."

"I believe he has not perished; he is right before our eyes."

(End of this chapter)