Chapter 828: The Great Sun Sword Child of Ancient Times

Jiang Ding looked around.

Pillars of golden light connected the Great Sun stars above to the earth's spiritual veins below. Relying on the many fourth-tier spiritual veins of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong and years of accumulated spiritual power, they erupted with a terrifying Soul Transformation pressure, the aura of divine soul vast as mountains and seas.

Yes, Soul Transformation pressure.

He spent every day idling away in the Golden Imperial Palace with Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun and others; he could still tell what Soul Transformation pressure was.

"What a pity…"

"You don't seem to be a Soul Transformation cultivator."

Jiang Ding looked toward the center of the formation and said lightly: "You seem to be early or mid Nascent Soul? Just ascended to Nascent Soul, fought a battle with someone, fled in disarray, or perhaps died—just like three thousand years ago, a wretched stray dog."

Many years ago, Jiang Ding had once encountered a remnant soul of an old cultivator on Han Lin's body. That cultivator said he had met the founding patriarch of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, and claimed he was a Soul Transformation cultivator.

Once, Jiang Ding had believed it to be true.

Now, facing it directly, he could say with certainty: the previous generation's Great Sun Sword Child of that time was only Nascent Soul—merely easy to misunderstand, extremely deceptive.

Because he might have been able to kill a Soul Transformation cultivator.

Jiang Ding's divine sense no longer touched the broken sword tip.

"…"

The sound of a world-weary sigh paused.

"Cultivators of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect still love to show off their sharp tongues as always—no change at all."

He said lightly.

"Sharp tongues?"

"The sharp tongue of a victor is not mere sharp tongue, but a statement of fact."

Jiang Ding neither agreed nor disagreed, and pointed a finger at the sky.

Boom!

Many Great Sun Qingse Jianzong cultivators looked at the sky in horror.

Space rolled like ocean waves, the world's spiritual energy churned, and a massive silver-white puppet warship tore through the void, emerging from the deepest layer of space, emanating a terrifying pressure.

This aura made even Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun choke, pushing aside the pure intent of slaughter and destruction around them.

Beautiful, elegant, powerful!

The Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's Nascent Soul cultivators didn't know what it was, had never encountered it, but that didn't stop such thoughts from arising in their hearts.

This kind of beauty transcended the gulf between civilizations—it was a commonality of human aesthetics.

'Sigh,'

'Chun Jian Yang, you truly are…'

Tian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and others could not help but sigh for this old friend of the past.

Of all people to provoke, he had to provoke the Great Sun Sword Child—even though that person was only a Jin Dan cultivator.

"You're actually not disguised?"

A voice of astonishment came from within the great formation: "You really are the Great Sun Sword Child, but why are you still a Dao Child of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect?"

"This defies all reason!"

Just now, he had thought the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect's disguise arts had reached such a pinnacle that they could disguise as the Great Sun Sword Child, deceive Hei, and obtain the inheritance.

This demon sect had always been able to employ many spells beyond people's expectations, and new ones would appear after very short intervals.

"If you kill yourself, I can tell you."

Jiang Ding stood on the deck of the super warship Great Sun, which had ascended to a supreme-grade Nascent Soul treasure.

With a wave of his hand, the Taiqing Flying Sword fell into the super warship's main cannon, the Magnetic Cloud Star-Splitting Cannon. Billions of electromagnetic virtual lines expanded, spirit-particle radar locked on, sword intent locked on, divine soul locked on.

A terrifying killing intent appeared between heaven and earth, leaving Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun's divine souls blank, frozen in ice.

"Your name?"

Jiang Ding asked.

This was his courtesy and upbringing, and seemed to be a form of etiquette in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion as well.

"Ming Chong Guang,"

"My name is Ming Chong Guang."

Out of propriety, a cold voice came from within the formation. Immediately after, a youth's phantom appeared within the formation—features resolute, eyes faintly revealing madness and bloodlust.

"Ming Chong Guang Zi,"

"My name is Jiang Ding, pleased to meet you."

"A great pity—you are now only a sword-path will born from the formation."

Jiang Ding waved his hand.

'…Locking on… Locking on…'

'Lock-on successful!'

Boom!

Around the super warship Great Sun, the Thousand-Li Ten-Thousand-Thunder Magnetic Cloud Formation expanded, clouds gathering densely, thunder and lightning exploding. Billions of electromagnetic virtual lines encircled it, each one without beginning or end, from positive pole to negative pole, never meeting.

Jiang Ding's divine soul merged with the Taiqing Flying Sword, sweeping through the Magnetic Cloud Star-Splitting Cannon.

He passed through electromagnetic accelerator after electromagnetic accelerator—one accelerator had seventy-two rings, eighteen in total, exactly matching the form of the supreme-grade Nascent Soul treasure Tiangang Electromagnetic Prohibition.

Passing through accelerator after accelerator, speed reached its absolute peak!

Between heaven and earth, all things—including Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun—the wind, the clouds, the sounds, everything, everything, became as slow as snails.

Only the mad youth within the golden light pillar sword formation watched coldly.

Boom!

The super warship Great Sun fired a dazzling beam of light.

Where the sword light is seen, that is where it arrives!

"Incoherent and unworthy, incapable of achieving greatness."

Ming Chong Chong Guang Zi said indifferently.

His eyes flashed, and a flying sword radiating ten thousand rays of light appeared between heaven and earth, carrying the ultimate true meaning of slaughter and destruction, nothing else, like a world-destroying great sun descending upon the mortal realm.

The instant the sword emerged, the divine merged with heaven and earth, becoming the master of the spiritual energy of that region, grasping the great momentum of heaven and earth, rolling down to crush.

The great momentum of heaven and earth!

This is the difference between a Soul Transformation cultivator and a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Cultivating to this realm, the infant shatters and transforms into a Soul Transformation, the Primordial Spirit grows further, almost equivalent to an adult, the divine soul greatly enhanced, spreading between heaven and earth, naturally forming the great momentum of heaven and earth to crush opponents, invincible in every direction.

One must know, how can the strength of a single person be compared to a whole region of heaven and earth?

The two flying swords were both brilliant like great suns, extremely similar.

Yet there were many differences.

Ming Chong Chong Guang Zi's great sun was ultimate destruction and slaughter, taking purity to the extreme, like the Sun Star Lord reviving and descending upon the mortal realm.

Jiang Ding Zi's great sun contained ruin, spell prohibition, scorching heat, and magnetic field chaos; compared to the sun, it was more like some kind of nuclear fission or fusion phenomenon, the great sun of a technological civilization.

"Incoherent and unworthy?"

"Ignorant."

Jiang Ding smiled coldly: "I do not argue with someone who does not even have the most basic elementary school diploma."

Two great suns, similar yet extremely different, met once again after a gap of several thousand years.

Boom!

Space shattered and dissolved like rolling over.

In the instant of the explosion, tens of li of land were obliterated, revealing the dark void layers; the afterwaves caused the peaks of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's mountains to break and collapse one after another.

The immortal paradise became a dead land.

Ding!

The instant they touched, the Taiching flying sword was struck as if by lightning, its spiritual light flickering uncertainly, retreating violently backward.

Unable to match.

Far unable to match.

That golden, destructive great sun, pure slaughter and destruction, was clearly just sword qi formed from an array phantom, yet it emitted the real sound of clashing metal and iron, slowed for a fraction of a second, and slashed toward the head of the young man in green robes in the distance.

One sword extinguishes ten thousand spells, breaking everything without exception!

"You are too weak!"

Scarlet color began to appear in Ming Chong Chong Guang Zi's eyes.

The next moment,

Boom!

Like a starry sea, like a school of fish, the earth surged; waves of blue-gold ruin sword qi like tides emerged from the ground and exploded with a roar.

Heaven collapsed and earth cracked, the ground shook and mountains quaked, blasting open the array foundations and array nodes.

The great sun flying sword Ming Chong Chong Guang Zi had sent out swayed for a moment, then suddenly collapsed and vanished.

"You..."

"You destroyed my array beforehand?"

Ming Chong Chong Guang Zi stared fiercely at the young man in green robes in the distance, his killing intent grim as he spoke.

His will had just awakened and had not yet had time to realize it when these sword qi suddenly erupted, striking him completely off guard.

(End of this chapter)

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