Chapter 777: Top-Grade Infant Treasure Taiqing Flying Sword

Jiang Ding concentrated with full focus, the final stroke falling.

Hum!

The twelfth Great Sun Heavenly Gang prohibition is complete!

Accompanying the humming sound, the twelfth Great Sun Heavenly Gang prohibition blazed dazzlingly bright, rune after rune being born and dying upon it, forming a sphere like an absolute rule, extending outward into hundreds of millions of rune veins, fusing in an instant with the original eleven Great Sun Heavenly Gang Divine Prohibitions into a single whole.

Hum!

The Taiqing Flying Sword turned crimson all over, humming and singing, and within an extremely short time an earth-shaking change occurred within the sword; the aura upon the sword leapt up an entire grade in an instant.

The sword's edge revealed itself without, its momentum shooting straight into the clouds, terrifying beyond compare—even Jin Dan cultivators had no qualification to look upon it directly.

If one were to force it, one's eyeballs would in an instant be pierced through by countless sword qi, blood gushing like a spring, and a Jin Dan protective shield could not block it.

At last it is achieved—a top-grade Infant Treasure!

Nearly a hundred years of sacrificial refinement, more than a billion low-grade spirit stones spent each year, Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin and Blazing Sun Spirit Iron—top-grade heavenly materials and earthly treasures—used without counting cost, the day-and-night toil of a Dao Son-level figure, finally bore fruit.

"It's grown stronger, much stronger…"

A joy welled up spontaneously in Jiang Ding's heart; he gently stroked the crimson, high-temperature sword body, letting the sword qi between his fingers sizzle under the heat, wisps of blue smoke rising.

He could clearly feel that his magic power, divine sense, and divine soul were all undergoing change, advancing—the sword was like its person.

This is the influence of a Natal Dao Foundation sword upon its cultivator: life and death shared, companions for a lifetime.

After admiring it for a moment, Jiang Ding took out a small pile of Moon Stream crystals, generating a stream-like yin mist that flowed through the space around him like a current, neither above nor below.

Placing the Taiqing Flying Sword within the yin mist sword qi, amid sizzling sounds the Taiqing Flying Sword's body recovered from crimson all over to a blue-gold hue, the metal fatigue within that was about to reach its limit was greatly relieved, and its spirituality grew several degrees more active.

The two great divine objects within the Great Sun Heavenly Pool—Ri Yan Jing and Moon Stream crystals—can be called a creation-fortune for sword-refining, the top-grade immortal dao exploration results of a Domain Overlord-level sect.

"The Great Sun Heavenly Pool can be brought back at the Nascent Soul stage; when that time comes, cultivation speed and sword art research progress will greatly accelerate…"

Jiang Ding planned in his heart.

The Great Sun Heavenly Pool is the cradle of the Great Sun Sword Son; it can greatly enhance the growth of a Great Sun Sword Son, and a Great Sun Sword Son without the Great Sun Heavenly Pool is incomplete.

The Taiqing Flying Sword was nourished for a long while within the yin mist crystal stream, then taken out and flew before him.

Jiang Ding carefully looked at his Natal Flying Sword, feeling her changes.

"Sharper, and the ability to utilize the spiritual qi of heaven and earth is also stronger."

"Correspondingly, the ability to accumulate killing intent has also grown stronger."

Jiang Ding could not help falling silent.

Now, through the Taiqing Flying Sword, even within this battlefield veiled by unknown power, he could sense the auras of one powerful cultivator after another—almost all Nascent Soul cultivators, and many of them were top-grade immortal gate cultivators like Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Luling Master Dinghai Zhenjun, friend and foe alike, so keen it was terrifying.

The killing intent in his heart stirred restlessly, a blood-red gleam flashing in his eyes from time to time, growing more and more severe.

"Good news."

"Very good news."

Jiang Ding gradually grew somewhat accustomed, no longer fearing this faintly out-of-control chaotic killing intent, accustomed to coexisting with it, and said to himself: "Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the others are not dead; that is good, a great fortune."

On a battlefield like this, for a Nascent Soul cultivator to survive, what one relies on is only luck.

He looked toward one direction.

That was the direction of the Badaxian Sect, situated in the absolutely safe great rear, similar to his own position within the Immortal Gate.

There, eight auras that seemed familiar gathered together, sensed by the Taiqing Flying Sword; even layer upon layer of Void Refinement-grade battlefields could not veil them—this was destiny, almost equivalent to a karma-grade perception.

Such a sudden gathering of eight auras must mean that something was about to happen.

Jiang Ding vaguely felt a sense of anticipation.

"Jiang Ding,"

Whether by coincidence or not, Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun's words came through, faintly weary yet also quite spirited: "After three years of bloody battle, the Badaxian Sect's strategy of steady progress and gradual advance has been broken through by us at great cost; internal chaos has appeared, the Baxian Sect allied forces have temporarily retreated, and for now we need not worry that the Immortal Gate fleet will perish the next moment."

"What good is it for them to protect that old thing Brother Brother Xuanwu?"

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun gave a cold laugh: "Who says we have to keep our eyes fixed on that old thing Brother Brother Xuanwu to attack? Utterly foolish!"

"Since that old thing from the Wan Shouxianzong was so restless, the first to step out and provoke the Immortal Gate, let him bear the consequences. We carefully chose the timing; the Immortal Gate fortress cannon group suddenly concentrated its bombardment, and that old thing Wanshou was caught off guard and Suffers Heavy wounds."

"At this moment, he faces a slight death crisis; there is a small chance he will completely fall."

"The Immortal Gate is the same; in fact, under the siege of the other seven great powers, the probability of its destruction is far greater than that of the Wan Shouxianzong."

"Then, that old thing Wanshou, heedless of everything, under the mere possibility of some falling, fled madly, triggering chaos in the Badaxian Sect's battle line, a momentary collapse, and a large number of Soul Transformation and Nascent Soul cultivators died."

"Hahaha!"

"It really fits that saying—the dog that bites doesn't bark; the ones that bark are all stupid dogs."

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun was delighted in his heart, mocking to the utmost: "That old thing puts on a coarse, wild, fearless-of-death appearance, jumps out first, with far-seeing eyes—I really thought he could fight to the death, but I didn't expect that at the slightest risk of falling, he would flee in disarray."

"Truly, the older a person gets, the longer they live, the closer to their twilight years, the more afraid of death they become."

He was not without feeling.

The immortal dao values the self.

In the hearts of many cultivation practitioners, all things under heaven, all the people in the world combined, cannot compare to a ten-thousandth of their own life.

Even the sect they have lived in for tens of thousands of years since they first learned to babble as children, in which countless emotions are invested, can only rank second, a distant second.

Fighting for the sect, slaughtering for the sect, contending so that the Ancestral Master's legacy may continue—all of these are acceptable, for these are battles for one's own interests, battles for the emotions of many years.

But to die for these, one cannot.

"The current situation is that the Badaxian Sect has temporarily given up frontal assault and needs a period of rest and recuperation, healing wounds."

"Having lost on the frontal battlefield, they plan to open an intra-domain battlefield."

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun found it somewhat difficult to speak, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry; we old fellows are insufficient in strength, have no initiative on the battlefield, and cannot stop it—the Badaxian Sect's intra-domain landing operation will soon arrive."

"Once multiple small domains fall, the Qingfeng Qingfeng Beidou Myriad Stars Flowing Light will instantly be broken, and the Immortal Gate's extraterritorial military formation will also be affected to a considerable degree."

"Only then will the Badaxian Sect attack again."

He lowered his head, his guilt written plainly across his face.

He hated his own incompetence, for letting the war within the realm fall into a tremendous disadvantage of the few against the many from the very start, forcing a junior to face such a situation, such a war.

"Senior, no need to apologize."

"This is a very good thing, both for me and for the Immortal Gate."

Jiang Ding stood up and sheathed the Taiqing Flying Sword into the scabbard at his waist.

At this moment, his eyes instantly shifted from slightly red to deep crimson, a blood-red that veiled his entire gaze, bloodthirsty and frenzied, evoking an instinctive, intense sense of alarm in those who saw it.

Heaven and earth, all creation, the galaxies of the universe — at this moment all were veiled in a thin layer of blood-color, blurred and indistinct.

Only the human figures within, especially those of the powerful, grew ever clearer.

(End of chapter)