Chapter 757: All Heavenly Realms, All Worlds, Are Fated to the Immortal Sect

The Taiqing Flying Sword merged into the void, one slash descending, causing the consciousness sea to tremble endlessly, filled with Lei Ting light.

The sword tip struck straight upon the Primordial Bagua Chessboard, precisely severing the previous sword mark, driving deeper and bringing the most profound destruction.

Boom—

Spiritual light exploded, Lei Ting spread everywhere.

The Primordial Bagua Chessboard shattered and fell to the earth, its surface faintly revealing the shadow of a tortoise-and-snake Brother Xuanwu.

From its carapace, countless strands of pitch-black web-like phantom lines spread outward; in the void, endless prayers of incense and faith lurked like indescribable creatures hunting in boundless darkness, filling the heart with chilling dread.

This is,

the Brother Xuanwu Divine Court Seed, passed down for countless generations by the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.

Crack!

In the void, a faint sound of something breaking echoed.

The heavens and earth remained as they were, the world unchanged, the battlefield still shrouded in smoke, yet something had shifted—the world seemed to have shed an invisible film, becoming more real.

"I pay my respects, Elder."

Jiang Ding's spiritual sense and sword intent swept through, finally locking onto the source of the voice whispering to him, and he bowed slightly.

The Art of Refining the Void is mysterious and unfathomable.

He did not know what had just happened, but vaguely suspected it was tied to his inner greed and longing for the Dao—precisely because of these intense emotions, a trace of power, imperceptible yet present, had slipped past the Central Array Spirit's calculations and the protection of the Starry Array, penetrating deep into his consciousness sea.

"Young friend, it seems you have made your choice."

The aged voice emerged from the Primordial Bagua Chessboard, clearly originating from within the tortoise-and-snake Brother Xuanwu shadow.

It contains an unimaginably terrifying essence; without equivalent high-level protection, even a single thread could suppress billions of cultivators.

His voice carried regret.

"Expected. Expected."

"Sword cultivators—young, immature lives are always so naive, filled with unrealistic fantasies of the future, unable to recognize the cold, hard rules of the Immortal Path."

"Let it be."

The aged voice sighed: "In the future, after a thousand to two thousand years, as time passes, cultivators will grow mature. Then, young friend, perhaps you will change your mind."

"At that time, we shall meet again."

Clang!

In the void, a blue-gold sword light slashed straight down, its sword intent burning hot as fire, excited and exhilarated.

"Cut!"

Jiang Ding confirmed once more: this man could not harm him!

Otherwise, he would already be dead.

This was unquestionable—if such an ancient monster spared an enemy out of pity for talent or reluctance to bully the young, it would be laughable.

Confirming this truth, his entire soul, his entire sword intent surged with ecstatic, uncontrollable excitement.

This is a Refining Void-level target!

Since ancient times, who has ever trained their sword against a Refining Void-level target?

Sword after sword slashed down, clanging, sparks flying.

The Primordial Bagua Chessboard remained silent, ignoring it all, allowing the strikes as if it were lifeless.

"Young friend, let us part here."

Moments later, the aged voice spoke, devoid of joy or anger.

Shh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword struck empty air.

The Primordial Bagua Chessboard became a phantom, stepping beyond the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements, transforming into an invisible light that soared into the sky, leaving this Minor Thousand World behind.

A faint Refining Void-level pressure radiated.

"I..."

Jiang Ding froze, body and sword alike.

Around him, on the battlefield, regardless of friend or foe, millions of cultivators stiffened, their souls losing the ability to think, becoming lifeless puppets—unimaginable terror filled their hearts, as if a world-ending calamity had descended, unknown yet unavoidable.

Hum!

At that moment, the starry forces beyond the realm fully deployed their terrifying formation, sealing space, locking spiritual energy, birthing the unknown—the world itself seemed to pause for an instant, forcing the transcendent Primordial Bagua Chessboard out of the void, its celestial-dust-like phantom once again solidifying into substance.

"Old thing... you seek death!"

Through the star river echoed the cold voice of Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun.

Boom!

A brilliant, condensed beam of light sealed and locked space, containing unknown power that robbed billions of sentient beings of thought—their spiritual senses and gazes could not process this existence, seeing only blankness.

The sound of the world's barrier shattering and exploding echoed—the Minor Thousand World suffered temporary damage.

After an unknown length of time, millions of cultivators regained their mental faculties.

"Refining Void..."

Jiang Ding's furious killing intent surged in his heart, then sank deep again—he made no weak, angry outburst.

In the sky, a completely lifeless black-and-white chessboard fell from above.

"Regrettable,"

"the old thing escaped with the main body of the Brother Xuanwu Divine Court Seed."

Jiang Ding heard Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's voice: "We only blocked part of its power, erasing the accumulated efforts of generations of Jin Dan Candidate Daozi from the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace. This technique is formidable—our Immortal Sect still cannot resolve it."

His voice brimmed with regret.

Had the Brother Xuanwu Divine Court Seed been utterly destroyed, the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's foundation would have instantly cracked—a wound that, millennia hence, might influence the emergence of Refining Void cultivators.

"Haha, Senior has worked hard."

Jiang Ding smiled, not minding it at all.

The Immortal Sect's fleet, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's sword Dao, the Qingmuxian Sect's spirit plant cultivation and vitality, the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect's spirit beast control, and the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's Brother Brother Xuanwu Divine Court Seed—these are all top-tier achievements that surpass all realms, not easily breached.

Even the Great Sun Sword Master of that year, whose power was unimaginable, failed to sever in one strike the Brother Brother Xuanwu Divine Court Seed that the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's successive Dao Heirs and Palace Masters had been refining.

"Hard work is an overstatement; that old thing refused to fight to the death, retreated after a single move, and offered no entanglement."

"Good news, great news indeed!"

The Zhenjun Shenji Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun laughed heartily: "To live long without dying is to be a thief; since that old thing fears death, we shall gladly accept it, and the Di Ci Gao Jie shall fall into our hands.

How about the Tian Hai Gao Jie next?"

"The Immortal Sect possesses the Cang Hai Gao Jie; this minor world is also named the Tian Hai Gao Jie. This is simply a destiny that has belonged to the Immortal Sect since ancient times, a fated connection!"

"What do you think?"

He asked in a consultative tone.

This was not an act, nor a posture of honoring the worthy and lowering oneself; it was a serious inquiry into the opinion of the Commander of the Sky Void Front.

"There is naturally no objection."

Jiang Ding asked, "The Immortal Sect is benevolent and generous, a great benefactor of the realms; surely the fated connection is not limited to just this?"

"Hahaha..."

"Naturally so!"

Having received the answer, the Zhenjun Shenji Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun laughed heartily, which then turned into wild, arrogant laughter. Accompanied by the laughter of the surrounding Master Canghai Tianjuns and Master Dinghai Zhenjuns, he declared with ringing clarity: "The star domains await our liberation, the myriad living beings of the Minor Thousand Worlds await our salvation; what is a mere Brother Brother Xuanwu to matter?"

Boom!

Explosion, bloodshed, death.

Outside the realm, amidst the starry sky, with the complete loss of control within the minor world, the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's great expert struck once and retreated, taking away some elite Soul Transformation Nascent Soul cultivators. The Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's star array pavilions and halls shattered, the military formation collapsed entirely, countless cultivators fled for their lives, and this phase of the war was declared over.

The Di Ci Gao Jie returned once more to the embrace of the Immortal Sect.

(End of this chapter)