Chapter 776: The Killing Destiny the Great Sun Sword Child Cannot Escape

Beyond the boundary, a great Refining Void war erupted!

Not long after, the mushroom cloud of a top-tier forbidden nuclear weapon detonation appeared in the star river, dazzling as a blazing sun, the mushroom cloud rising up and destroying the world's phantom images.

Radiation smoke and dust from the spiritless universe filled the entire battlefield—Spirit-Severing, Law-Destroying, Law-Breaking—no matter what means cultivators used, they found it hard to clear away quickly.

They could only let it spread through the cosmic starry sky; any use of spells, domains, or magic treasures produced a strong sense of sluggishness, their power greatly diminished.

By contrast, the Immortal Gate's starry fortress main cannons fired unhurriedly, at a fixed frequency, the fortress's main cannon light pillars forming one fence after another, spread across the entire starry sky, composing a formation to blockade the eight most dangerous and terrifying Refining Void Great Powers within—even if they broke through one, another would arise, making it hard for them to approach.

Occasionally, when a Refining Void Great Power truly broke through the blockade of the fortress main cannon group, countless forbidden nuclear weapons would instantly rise, countless mushroom clouds drowning them, forcibly driving them back.

In fact, the Immortal Gate's fleet seemed to be within arm's reach, fragile beyond measure—as long as one raised a hand, one could annihilate it, shattering it into a pile of scrap metal.

But in reality, that seemingly arm's-reach distance was separated by countless spatial fault lines; if one merely flew straightforwardly, a Refining Void Great Power might not reach it even in several months.

Only by continually breaking through, tearing layer upon layer of space, could one finally arrive at the true location of the fleet.

This method, however, was within the expectations of the eight Great Powers.

They advanced steadily and surely, while protecting Brother Brother Xuanwu Tiangong's Great Power to prevent the Immortal Gate fleet's sudden raid on him causing a death crisis, and at the same time slowly dismantling and breaking through the spatial spells around the Immortal Gate fleet, advancing bit by bit—extremely rational, extremely patient.

This was precisely the allied army battle method proven many times in the history of the star domains—relying on an absolute numerical martial advantage, advancing steadily and surely, Xu Xu pushing forward, not resorting to any clever schemes or stratagems.

Without orderly command authority, strict military law, and a united will, doing these things would be seeking death.

In the starry sky, explosions kept occurring, forbidden nuclear weapons rising and falling like blazing suns.

From time to time warships shattered, and Great Powers used heaven-reaching means, their spells piercing through countless spatial barriers to crush large numbers of the fleet.

At the same time, the Immortal Gate's warship cannon fortress main cannons fired in unison but were dodged by the Refining Void Great Powers, falling instead on the bloated Refining Void Dao Soldiers and military formations—great numbers of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong cultivators didn't even have time to scream before they turned to ash along with swarms of giant trees, palaces, and refined corpse giants.

The battles of Refining Void Great Powers were cruel and terrifying; Soul Transformation cultivators on such a battlefield had their life and death beyond their own control.

These were the scenes at the very beginning.

In the end, it was entirely dozens of world phantom images and the Immortal Gate's military formation world phantom images tangled together; that kind of power, which low-level cultivators could not observe with naked eyes, divine sense, or any means, pervaded the world phantom images, and the entire heaven and earth became a vast expanse of white.

All low-level cultivators, without the protection of equivalent power, were completely blind and deaf on a battlefield of this level—even moving their divine souls a little was a luxury, let alone participating.

It was as if worlds were colliding!

The Refining Void Great Powers contested bit by bit; every space, every domain was the object of repeated slaughter by both sides, like seasoned hunters, terrifyingly patient.

By this time, Jiang Ding could no longer judge the battlefield situation—this level was far beyond him.

He could only rely on his Dao Child-level keen divine soul to vaguely sense that the Badaxian Sect had executed a very correct strategy—advancing steadily and surely, never taking risks, pushing forward layer by layer.

If the situation continued to develop in this way, the Immortal Gate would be like a lion surrounded by spears in a hunt—able to pose life-and-death threats to two or three people, but being surrounded and hunted by more people with spears, it could only retreat step by step.

Until it hit a dead end, killed without any power to resist, and couldn't even inflict much casualty on the hunters.

"Cultivate…"

Jiang Ding had worries in his heart, many concerns, yet he gradually expelled the distracting thoughts.

On this terrifying battlefield where Soul Transformation cultivators could fall at any moment and Refining Void Great Powers were bleeding, he sat cross-legged, quietly inhaling and exhaling the world's spiritual energy and the filtered great sun divine light from the universe to cultivate.

Over these years, it had always been like this.

The war had slowed his cultivation speed a little, but not by much; it was by relying on these spare moments, accumulating magic power bit by bit, increasing his cultivation, drawing ever closer to the peak of Jin Dan.

The outside world's commotion had nothing to do with him for now.

He cultivated with single-minded focus, inhaling and exhaling the world's spiritual energy and great sun essence, converting them into accumulated magic power; from time to time he refined the Taiqing Flying Sword, using sword intent and divine sense, adding Number Ten Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin and Ri Yan Jing, inscribing great sun divine prohibitions on the sword body bit by bit, strengthening his life-bound flying sword.

To this day, nearly fifty years had passed; in the heart lake, unknowingly many deep-red hues had accumulated again, occasionally revealed on the surface, blooming with manic and chaotic killing intent.

This was the inherent flaw of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion inheritance after slaying the Moon Vein!

Unable to escape, unable to eliminate.

This was also the important reason why Great Sun Sword cultivators tirelessly, without distinguishing friend from foe or whether there was any grudge, sought out the strong to slay.

The weak wouldn't do—no matter how many, they were useless.

Like Jiang Ding—over these years, after Wu Wu Chengzhong and the Ten Kings, he had never encountered another opponent worthy of a fight.

Many cultivators like Brother Brother Xuanwu Tiangong inner-gate Jin Dan, core Jin Dan, called prodigies in a country or a Minor Thousand World, geniuses rarely seen in several hundred years.

But once truly contacted, faced, beneath the sword, they couldn't even withstand the sword qi naturally emitted by the Taiqing Flying Sword, their divine souls perishing instantly.

Such cultivators couldn't even reduce the manic killing intent accumulated during the refinement of the Taiqing Flying Sword by a single thread; instead, it became increasingly boring, killing intent filling his chest, making him even more eager to once again meet an opponent like Wu Wu Chengzhong.

This was an unsolvable problem.

The Great Sun Sword Pavilion inheritance was built precisely upon this flaw as its core.

It could even be said that if a world-shaking great talent were to make up for this flaw, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion inheritance would instantly drop a level, becoming the Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion, becoming the same level as the Moon Vein and the Badaxian Sect, losing the invincible, death-defying sharpness of the sword Dao.

The slaughter on the Refining Void battlefield never stopped.

Unknowingly,

Another three years passed.

Beneath the Sun Divine Tree, the youth cultivated self-forgetfully; before him, a blue-gold flying sword radiated brilliantly, its body entirely crimson, under the concentrated great sun radiance and Ri Yan Jing flames reaching a critical state.

With divine sense and sword intent as the brush, using Ri Yan Jing, Number Ten Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin, and a small mountain pile of uranium-235 as ink, he inscribed great sun prohibitions into the Taiqing Flying Sword bit by bit.

To this day, eleven Great Sun Heavenly Gang prohibitions already shone brilliantly, possessing the spirituality of the great sun, their forms like planets composed of great sun runes, spontaneously inhaling and exhaling the world's spiritual energy and great sun essence.

They moved in cyclical orbital motion within the Taiqing Flying Sword like stars; every slight change influenced the wind and cloud transformations of the hundred-li world outside.

At this moment, Jiang Ding was depicting the twelfth Great Sun Heavenly Gang prohibition stroke by stroke.

With every stroke laid down,

The Taiqing Flying Sword's aura strengthened by a fraction, the sword body humming, the sharpness on the sword continuously climbing.

The completion of the twelfth Great Sun Heavenly Gang divine prohibition and the Taiqing Flying Sword's advancement to a top-grade Nascent Soul treasure was not far off.

(End of this chapter)