Chapter 755: Young Friend, You Are the New Disciple of the Black Tortoise Dao

Jiang Ding focused his spirit and held his breath, gripping the sword hilt as his divine sense and sword intent scanned the surroundings again and again.

This aged voice could not convince him.

No matter who these theories came from, there was no destined luck or fate in this world.

Everything must be won with the sword in hand; every obstacle must be cleaved by the sword in hand.

"Young friend,"

"The child of luck born after countless generations of ancestors of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion fought through thorns and bled without cease to unify the realm..."

The aged voice sighed with endless regret, as if witnessing a bright pearl covered in dust: "This is a genius destined to carry the decades-long wish of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion to break through beyond Void Refinement!"

"What talent! What a bright future?"

"And what are you doing now?"

"Struggling to break through to Nascent Soul, troubled by secret techniques for forming the infant, unable to advance for thousands of years, waiting bitterly, even to die with regrets in a grave overgrown with weeds."

This is the public cemetery of Rongcheng.

Whether due to lack of emotion, the pressure of life's burdens, or a more burning ideal to realize, in any case, they had forgotten this ancestor who never lived with them.

Returned home on December 27 of the year, visited his long-deceased mother and sister, passed away with the final regret of the Soul Transformation secret technique, sitting in meditation until death in his home in Rongcheng."

Among them, moss had already grown on the tombstone of his high school homeroom teacher, Guo Kui; before the tombstone, it was empty, weeds grew everywhere, and not a trace of incense ash or offerings could be seen.

As the words spoke, a scene appeared in Jiang Ding's heart.

Jiang Ding instinctively refuted, then suddenly froze.

Beside the moss-covered tombstone stood a smooth, clean tombstone with an inscription.

"No, I am still here, I still remember..."

The children of Teacher Guo Kui, who had received the Foundation Establishment Pill back then and willingly gave up the opportunity, have all passed away; their grandchildren and great-grandchildren have also passed away, no longer in the world.

What made one's nose sting even more was that this was not an accident; throughout the eternal time of the universe thereafter, no one would come to worship again.

"Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, a native of Rongcheng, born in the year..., died in the year... Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun seized Di Ci Gao Jie... Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun slept for two thousand years before breaking through to Nascent Soul... Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun at the peak of Nascent Soul..."

"After Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun slept for four thousand years,"

"At least, no one has come to worship for several decades."

In this world, no one remembers that around the year..., a very excellent teacher of ideology and morality once appeared at Rongcheng No. 1 High School.

"Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun had no children in his life and dedicated himself wholeheartedly to the Immortal Sect; it was because of him that the sword path of the Immortal Sect flourished so greatly, and powerful Canghai Tianjun of the Immortal Sect were born one after another, yet Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun himself... We cannot forget Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's dying wish; we must conquer the Great Sun Soul Transformation secret technique; we will surely succeed and comfort Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's spirit in heaven..."

"Thus, the tomb of Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, the first dean of the Adult Sword Path Department at Qingfeng University, the founder of the Immortal Sect's sword path."

The hand gripping the sword hilt tightened slightly.

Scene after scene floated up in Jiang Ding's sea of consciousness.

The teachers and students of the Adult Sword Path Department were heartbroken; the mentor who had accompanied their growth had passed away.

"—From all teachers and students of the Adult Sword Path Department, Qingfeng University, Year..."

The great-great-grandchildren had already forgotten.

Schools and government agencies across the Immortal Sect lowered their flags to half-mast in mourning; the Immortal Sect News Broadcast repeatedly aired the news of Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's death; the current rulers mourned deeply... and so on, showing the utmost honor in grief.

All were incredibly detailed, as if crossing thousands of years of time to witness a certain day in the future.

It seemed real.

Violent killing intent spread.

"Old thing,"

Jiang Ding's eyes gradually turned deep red, and a thread of anger rose uncontrollably in his heart: "Dare you curse me?"

Void Refinement, so what?

When I roam the realms in the future, I will dig you out from your turtle shell, chop you into pieces bit by bit with my sword, grind you into ash, and ensure you can never be reborn for eternity.

"Curse you?"

"Are you angry?"

"Young friend, this is a misunderstanding."

The aged voice disagreed.

"I did not cast any soul secret technique."

"The Star Formation protects you; that dead thing has invested great attention in you; I am only a faint fragment of a soul and cannot affect you."

"Why are you angry?"

"This is merely the future I calculated with great effort using the Primordial Eight Trigrams; the Heavenly Palace specializes in this path, passed down from the ancestors."

"Young friend, let me be humble,"

The aged voice spoke earnestly.

"In this realm, if we speak of the path of heavenly calculation, among billions of living beings, I can rank in the top three."

"Before me, that dead thing could perhaps be equal, and the old monster of the Heavenly Palace of Heavenly Secrets might surpass me by a margin."

"Do you want to ask that dead thing whether I am cursing you?"

Jiang Ding fell silent.

The Central Array Spirit Computer had indeed performed calculations.

"Young friend, your talent is unparalleled; you are the child of luck born from the concentrated explosion of luck of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion over hundreds of thousands of years; how could you not know the truth?"

The aged voice said calmly.

"The Eastern Extreme Demon Sect can help you break through to Nascent Soul; thousands of years from now, they will have this ability."

"Break through to Great Sun Soul Transformation? Break through to Great Sun Void Refinement?"

"Is it possible?"

"Ask yourself: is it possible?"

"They themselves are still struggling bitterly to break through to Void Refinement; how could they possibly help someone else break through to Void Refinement? Let alone Great Sun Void Refinement?"

"Nonsense!"

"Even Great Sun Soul Transformation is impossible; this exceeds the limits of their capabilities."

The old man sighed.

"In my innate Eight Trigrams divination, the probability of such an outcome is over ninety-nine percent; the chance of error is extremely small. The upper limit of the Eastern Extreme Dongji Dongji Mo Men is exactly this, without exception."

"You, a prodigy of your generation, dominating the world, known as the Great Sun Sword Disciple, the Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun."

"So what?"

"In merely twelve hundred short years, you will die of old age."

"In fact, you may not even have those twelve hundred short years of life; most of your life will be spent in deep slumber, waiting for that absolutely impossible breakthrough."

"You can only, at the moment of death, take one last look at the graves of your mother and sister, then sit down and perish in despair, becoming a pile of ash and dust."

"As time passes endlessly, no one will remember you."

Jiang Ding's heart surged with a full chest of killing intent; he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and offered no response.

"Young friend,"

The old man's voice finally revealed his purpose, speaking earnestly: "You have seen the Zi Zhi Fa of the Heavenly Palace. We are the same as the Great Sun Sword Pavilion; we do not restrict ourselves by origin, nor are we narrow-minded. As long as you can kill a peer-level Brother Brother Xuanwu and devour the seed of the Brother Xuanwu Divine Court, you will become the new Brother Brother Xuanwu!"

"No need to worry about exclusion or cold glances from within the sect; I can decide this with a single word."

"Once you advance to Void Refinement and inherit the Heavenly Palace lineage, you will be the sole Ancestor of the Heavenly Palace. All cultivators within your sight will be your junior disciples; you will be their god. What exclusion could there possibly be?"

"Your words carry the mandate of heaven; you may take and give as you please."

"Furthermore, if you like the atmosphere of the Eastern Extreme Dongji Dongji Mo Men, if you have many friends, teachers, and beloved confidantes, all of these can be retained. They can all be settled within the Heavenly Palace, where they can advance their cultivation, reach the Nascent Soul realm, and even reach Soul Transformation will be trivial; their future is bright."

"The Heavenly Palace is the Heavenly Palace of Void Refinement, the Heavenly Palace of the Disciples; what do the hatreds of some ants amount to?"

"You will lose nothing; you will gain everything!"

The old man's voice was sincere and genuine, containing no soul-bewitching spells, yet it was like a demon's whisper, echoing into the deepest recesses of the heart with every word.

In his gaze, a sword mark on the innate Eight Trigrams chessboard seemed to emit light, possessing a deadly attraction.

(End of this chapter)