Chapter 831: The Canghai Tianjun of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion

The white light of spatial teleportation flickered continuously.

Jiang Ding, using the long-range teleportation arrays he had set up in advance, kept shuttling through them, rapidly putting distance between himself and the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong. He had only cleared ninety percent of the residual magic power and divine sense aura on the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong before giving up, no longer bothering with it.

This was not like him.

Jiang Dingleng walked into the third, then the fourth teleportation array, already tens of thousands of kilometers from the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, yet the sense of urgency in his heart had not diminished — on the contrary, it was steadily growing stronger.

He swept a glance at the jade slip of the black jade coffin, gave a cold snort, and stepped into the fifth teleportation array.

Immediately after came the seventh, then the eighth teleportation array!

The sense of urgency in his heart kept intensifying, about to break past the critical point!

"Tracking spell…"

Jiang Ding's expression was icy cold.

His divine sense and sword intent delved deep into the inheritance of the black jade coffin, communicating with the Taiqing Flying Sword, and used Chong Chong Guang Zi's sword light to scan through it again and again.

Finally, in one tiny spot, he discovered a faint sword-shaped imprint.

This imprint was saturated with an aura of slaughter and destruction — it had been left by Chong Chong Guang Zi a thousand years ago.

Jiang Ding's divine sense and sword intent surged into it, rapidly wearing down the power within.

Chong Chong Guang Zi was indeed at Nascent Soul, a full major realm above him — no doubt about it. But that did not mean he was completely powerless against a divine sense brand; he only needed some time, that was all.

His Destruction Sword intent radiated an aura of law-annihilation, law-sealing, destruction, and searing heat, clashing and scouring fiercely against the Great Sun imprint.

Jiang Ding stepped into yet another teleportation array.

When he reappeared, his gaze turned toward the distance.

His divine soul faintly sensed an aura of incense offerings and an aura of sword intent, the two fused together into a single will — sharp, yet grand and majestic — utterly unique.

"A Soul Transformation expert of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong…"

Jiang Ding Zi murmured.

That's right — after slaying Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, he had finally obtained every secret, every hidden truth, every page of history of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, all laid bare before him.

Three thousand years ago,

Along with Chong Chong Guang Zi, another person had come to this world!

That person had not vanished along with Chong Chong Guang Zi. Three thousand years later, today, he had advanced to Hua Shen Qi — but for some unknown reason, he had not become the ancestor of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong. Instead, he had gone to the East Sea and taken up a path that fused incense offerings with sword intent.

His existence served only to ensure the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong would not be wiped out by a Soul Transformation-level being — nothing more.

If it were below Soul Transformation, even if the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong were destroyed as a sect, he would pay it no heed.

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun had cultivated his entire life without ever qualifying to meet this person face to face; he had only learned of this person's existence from the sect's inherited records.

His name was Xi Ping'an.

Jiang Ding stepped out of the eighth long-range teleportation array, landed on the ninth, and the spatial light of the teleportation flickered as it began to activate.

Boom!

Jiang Ding looked toward the distance.

At the edge of the sky, accompanied by resplendent, sacred light tearing through the air, the entire sky was dyed by golden sword qi — holy, noble, supreme and grand. Faintly visible were hundreds of millions of living beings paying homage; incense offerings and the Sword Dao, at this moment, achieved a flawless, perfect unity.

Yuqing Weichen — Supreme and Subtle Sword Lord!

Hundreds of millions of living beings chanted this name, offering up the entirety of their devotion.

Supreme and grand, divine and sacred.

"Sword Son,"

"Please, stay your steps!"

From within the brilliant, dazzling sword light, a figure shrouded in incense offerings and sword intent called out in a low voice.

"This person is…"

A solemn expression crossed Jiang Ding's face.

Hua Shen Zhong Qi!

He did not know how incense-offering deities ranked their strength; he could only judge that this person's aura bore similarities to that of a Hua Shen Zhong Qi cultivator.

This person was even stronger than Chong Chong Guang Zi, who had just advanced to Nascent Soul!

Jiang Ding's magic power surged madly into the teleportation array, accelerating its operation to the utmost, without answering.

"Sword Son, why be so cold and unfeeling?"

"Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun of the sect requests an audience — why do you ignore him? Who taught you such manners?"

The figure within the brilliant incense offerings and sword intent suddenly flared with rage.

He raised both hands aloft, and a colossal golden sword soared into the sky, in an instant swelling to the size of Shanfeng, linking together the great momentum of heaven and earth, pressing down to suppress the earth below!

"No manners — then die!"

The golden figure said coldly.

This sword was pure heavy sword!

There was no sword-light splitting, no sword qi thunder-sound, no sword refined into silk — the divine soul and magic power, laced with the force of incense offerings, had lost their purity, no longer possessing any of these.

Only weight remained, along with incomparably majestic and sacred sword intent — like a world of the Sword Dao collapsing with a roar, plummeting down.

If it truly landed, let alone a single teleportation array, even an entire city would be ground to dust, smashed down into a bottomless abyss.

"I… am no match for him."

Jiang Ding judged the situation in an instant.

He gazed quietly at the figure within the sacred golden light.

Then, he ignited his essence blood.

Hum!

The super warship Great Sun emerged from within the clouds. One thousand and twenty-four Dai Sen mirror-array drones unfurled their formation, running at extreme overload. Driven by the vast magic power and divine sense formed from burning essence blood, they instantly broke past their limits, and their coercive pressure surged dramatically!

Heaven and earth suddenly dimmed, drained of light.

Even the radiant holy light of the Sword Dao deity was stripped away.

Boom!

The super battleship Great Sun's cannons roared!

The Taiqing flying sword pierced through eighteen layers of Heavenly Gang electromagnetic restriction clusters, accelerated by one thousand two hundred and ninety-six electromagnetic accelerators, reaching its ultimate speed, ionizing into a twisted sword-light like wisps of cotton, and slammed toward the golden Sword God Peak in the sky.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh!

At the same instant, within the pitch-darkened heaven and earth, one thousand and twenty-four Dai Sen solar light beams descended.

They actually exhibited subtle distortions.

Just as light possesses wave-particle duality, at higher and more microscopic levels, light is not a straight line but simultaneously displays both wave and particle properties.

At this moment, while burning essence blood, the Dai Sen solar light beams had actually revealed this very state!

The one thousand and twenty-four Dai Sen solar light beams twisted, revolving around the Taiqing flying sword; seen from afar, it was as if a great sun and a host of stars descended upon the mortal world together, scouring clean everything within it, turning all to chaos, about to once more part heaven from earth.

Together they charged toward the golden Sword God Peak, forging ahead without retreat, attacking as one!

Boom!

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering explosion erupted between heaven and earth; space shattered in sheets, the world became void.

The sacred, resplendent Incense-Fire Divine Sword was forcibly intercepted, a massive notch appearing on its blade.

Clang!

From the collision, the Taiqing flying sword let out a wail, its spiritual light utterly dimmed, and it was sent flying backward at a speed far greater than when it had come, landing in the hand of a youth in blue.

The Incense-Fire Holy Sword of Jade Purity Micro-Dust Supreme and Wondrous Sword Monarch paused for an imperceptible instant.

It continued its rumbling descent to suppress.

Yet, a single instant was already enough.

"Fellow Daoist, we shall meet again."

Jiang Ding's mouth overflowed with blood; with his Natal Flying Sword damaged, he too was gravely wounded, and he said with a gentle smile.

His figure vanished within the teleportation array.

Boom!

The Incense-Fire Holy Sword, mountain-peak-sized, smashed down, shattering the teleportation array along with the surrounding tens of li of land into powder, its golden blade sinking deeply into it.

"Damn it!"

The figure within the sacred golden light raged furiously, divine sense ceaselessly searching the surrounding space, only to discover that all spatial traces had been erased, concealed.

This was no mere Nascent Soul-grade spatial teleportation; profound spatial methods were hidden within it, and even though he was a Soul Transformation sovereign, he could not locate it in an instant.

(End of this chapter)

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