Chapter 795: The Change in the Brow-Tip Space

Jiang Ding finished writing and glanced at his little notebook.

The first was that mortal Wang Hou from Dongling Prefecture, who, when he was sixteen—yeah, just a few days ago—had driven him out of Dongling Prefecture and led troops to surround and kill him; if he hadn't run fast, he would very likely have fallen into an extremely dangerous situation.

This entry was in gray, neither crossed out nor resolved, because this person had been beaten to death by someone else, so there was nothing to be done.

The second was Mu Mu Tianxue, the old ancestor of Xuetudian, who had also led people to ambush him, wanting to kill him; he had escaped at the time, and this one was already crossed out—completed.

The third was a Shopkeeper from the Lingbao Commerce Association, who had swindled him out of 155 million; already crossed out—resolved.

The fourth was Zhenjun Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun, who had once destroyed his Tushan Xiancheng…

……

The fifty-fourth was the Great Sun Sword Sect; their Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun had once attacked him, and according to the principles of fairness, justice, and morality, they owed compensation—this one was unresolved.

……

All in all, a great big pile.

The one hundred and seventeenth was Antu Zi; the one hundred and eighteenth to one hundred and twenty-fourth were the Void Refinement great powers of the Qiweixian Sect.

Of course, he didn't dare write their real names, in case there might be some kind of spiritual connection; he used a few circles and crosses to represent them, as long as he himself could understand it.

Those that couldn't be resolved were in gray; those already resolved were crossed out.

Those still glowing were pending resolution—the management was extremely scientific.

There weren't many that were glowing, only a dozen or so.

"Only this many enemies… one can well imagine how magnanimous and kind I am."

Jiang Ding put away his little notebook and sighed self-pityingly.

"A kind soul like me—how on earth am I supposed to survive in the Cultivation World!"

The instant Shadow Demon Candidate Daozi and Brother Brother Xuanwu Tian Tian Xuanzi died, the deep crimson killing intent that had long settled in his Sea of Consciousness was swept clean; his divine soul became crystalline and translucent like crystal, and he felt he had once again become a passionate, cheerful, innocent, and kind-hearted youth.

Stop always thinking about fighting and killing; in life there are still poetry and the distant horizon.

Not only that, there were also gains.

Jiang Ding gazed at his brow-tip space.

This was an unknown existence that had appeared after Foundation Establishment; during the refining of the Taiqing Flying Sword, it drew certain unknown substances from the world's spiritual Qi to strengthen itself.

When he had slain Chongyuan Zi, he hadn't felt much, but after slaying Shadow Demon Candidate Daozi and Brother Brother Xuanwu Tian Tian Xuanzi, he could immediately and clearly sense that a large amount of unknown substance had escaped from the shattered Sea of Consciousness of the two Candidate Daozi, and was drawn into his brow-tip space without a drop left over, to be stored away.

"Is this why the Sword Son of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion tirelessly seeks out the Candidate Daozi of the Xian Gao Jie?

Far exceeding the desire for Nascent Soul cultivators."

Jiang Ding fell into thought.

"One must know that, speaking purely of strength, there are also some Yixiexian Sect heavenly pride Nascent Soul cultivators who are very strong, with strength exceeding the ordinary meaning of peak Nascent Soul."

"But the Great Sun Sword Son of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's longing for them is far less intense than his longing for the Candidate Daozi of the Xian Gao Jie."

A large amount of unknown substance was stored within the one-square-kilometer space at his brow, coming from the three Candidate Daozi, piling up in great quantity.

At once, certain changes occurred.

At the edges of the brow-tip space, faint rumbling sounds emerged, with the sound of lightning and thunder, as if heaven and earth were being created; within the chaos, vitality was being nurtured, pushing outward.

"This space… has expanded?"

Jiang Ding had been observing carefully and immediately noticed the subtle difference.

The brow-tip space, which had been an extremely regular one-square-kilometer cube, began to expand—upward, downward, and in all four directions by about half a centimeter—before gradually coming to a stop.

A kind of instinct arose in Jiang Ding's heart.

It would keep expanding, a little each month, continuing until the accumulated unknown substance was completely exhausted; only then would this rate stop, and accumulation would resume.

"Expanded by half a centimeter…"

Jiang Ding's divine sense and sword intent scanned bit by bit over his weakened divine soul and withered flesh-and-blood body.

These were the aftereffects of burning oneself; he would need at least twenty years of recuperation to recover, and he would also need a large amount of precious fourth- and fifth-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures—otherwise, aftereffects that would affect his Dao path would inevitably remain.

If he were a Jin Dan cultivator from a Minor Thousand Worlds, without a heaven-defying opportunity, his Dao path would be ruined by this single blow.

Burning essence blood, burning divine soul, burning flesh-and-blood body—this was no joking matter; it required the price of self-destruction to slay the foe, holding nothing back.

If it had continued for a few more seconds, even his Dao foundation would have developed cracks.

Of course, these healing conditions were not difficult for the Xian Gao Jie to meet.

"The brow-tip space is a tiny bit bigger… but it doesn't seem to be of much use. Has the operating speed of the divine soul and the calculation speed gotten a bit faster? Not certain."

Jiang Ding's divine sense and sword intent scanned repeatedly, but failed to reach any conclusion.

The change was too small, and the Xian Gao Jie had no research in this area, no inheritance—it was an extremely complex thing.

"Forget it, never mind; heal the wounds first."

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged.

His injuries were far too severe!

His entire body's skin flaked off like powder, revealing brown flesh and blood; under the burning, moisture and the essence of flesh and blood had been lost, exposing ghastly white bone; his Sea of Consciousness was in turmoil, extremely fragile; and cracks had appeared in his meridians.

Such terrible sights were truly horrifying.

For now, although he had no ability to heal, he had to do his utmost to maintain his current state and prevent it from continuing to worsen.

Before Jiang Ding closed his eyes, he glanced at the battlefield.

After the deaths of the seven great Candidate Daozi and the elite corps of Xian Gao Jie heavenly pride, the Badaxian Sect alliance army still numbered over eight million, and still possessed a certain fighting capacity.

At this moment, however, morale had suddenly collapsed; their hearts were filled with terror, and they fled madly toward the Gang Wind Layer and the World Barrier, colliding with and killing one another—a common sight—utterly heedless of the Xian Gao Jie fleet's pursuit and harrying from behind, which in an instant produced battle results far exceeding those of the past.

The situation was already very clear.

In this world where great power belonged to the individual, once the top-tier Candidate Daozi and the heavenly pride elite corps failed, the entire battlefield failed too; there was no longer any chance of victory, and staying meant waiting for death.

The battlefields to the south, west, and north of the Fire Spirit World should be the same.

There were no Candidate Daozi-level combatants there; the Badaxian Sect alliance army still held a huge battlefield advantage and could still fight.

But it no longer mattered.

Once the Great Sun Sword Child freed his hands, and the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect fleet on the eastern front freed their hands, they would immediately deliver a devastating blow to the Badaxian Sect coalition forces on the other fronts.

As expected, the Badaxian Sect coalition forces on the three fronts had already begun to retreat, to prevent the Great Sun Sword Child from appearing and slaughtering them, preserving their vitality as much as possible.

In fact, they were worrying too much.

Jiang Ding had little interest in this.

Inherited disciples, core disciples, hailed as prodigies, and indeed they were prodigies.

Such geniuses were extremely rare in a Minor Thousand Worlds.

They were the dozens or hundreds among tens of billions of mortals, almost geniuses appearing only among hundreds of millions of humans; calling them prodigies was not excessive, but perfectly fitting.

However, standing from a higher vantage point, within the realm, there were hundreds of Minor Thousand Worlds.

Such prodigies were born in great batches every hundred years.

After another few hundred years, this great batch of prodigies would grow up again, becoming Jin Dan Jing inherited disciples and core disciples — an endless, inexhaustible supply.

If one could not exterminate the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong in one stroke, it would only delay the growth of their lower-tier strength by a few hundred years, which was insignificant compared to the tens of thousands of years of lifespan of a Void Refinement great power.

Taking the risk of worsening injuries and damaging the Dao Foundation to do such a thing was undoubtedly a losing proposition.

(End of chapter)

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