Chapter 841: Dragons Beget Dragons, Phoenixes Beget Phoenixes (Will add another chapter tonight, only one for now)

Just now, there were still nine Dao Heirs here, along with over a thousand core disciples from the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong lineages.

Now, not a single one remains.

A vast, empty expanse.

"You... have pushed people too far!"

Jiang Ding stood stunned for a moment, extremely furious.

"Do not flee!"

His body merged with his sword, and with a "whoosh," he pursued the direction of the Yin-Yang Cloud Void Shuttle; the sword-dash light was like silk and like fluff, walking along the path of space, carrying an implicit meaning of indestructibility, secretly aligning with the natural magnetic fields of the Yin-Yang Void Realm, moving at a speed that was astonishing.

Even though the Yin-Yang Cloud Void Shuttle piloted by Tianji Dao Heir and others was a heavy treasure of the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong containing the breath of time, within the environment of the Yin-Yang Void Realm, it still could not break free, being followed tail-to-tail like a bone-attached ulcer.

Two dashes of light, one ahead and one behind.

The former was hazy, shaped like a cloud shuttle, aligned with time and space, vanishing to an extremely distant place in an instant; the other was sharp, scorching, like silk and like fluff, implicitly containing an aura of indestructibility.

The two dashes of light chased each other within the chaotic world of the Yin-Yang Void Realm, biting down and refusing to let go.

"Pushing people too far, pushing people too far!"

"Arrogance to the extreme!"

Inside the Yin-Yang Cloud Void Shuttle, the Beast Dao Heir flew into a rage: "Does he really think we cannot defeat him? We have a seventy percent chance of slaying him! It is only that the Dao of Immortals values life, and we did not wish to take risks."

"Still refusing to let it go?"

"This damned dog thing!"

The surrounding Dao Heirs similarly showed expressions of displeasure.

They believed that they had already been lenient enough, had already retreated three steps, disregarding even the face and dignity of a Dao Heir, letting him fall to the ground to be trampled by anyone.

Was it not good for everyone to search for opportunities peacefully within the Yin-Yang Void Realm?

Must there be fighting and killing?

These sword cultivators are simply incomprehensible!

"I can no longer endure it; let us turn back and fight!"

"There is no need to fear anything."

Yu Yu Qianzi urged: "It is merely an indestructible sword qi; I can do it too, it is not so impossible to defeat with magic power."

"If you are so cowardly as mice, will your Dao Hearts truly not have problems?"

She secretly hated it.

If only she were a bit stronger than she is now, no—if only she possessed the Taiyin Flying Sword forged from Taqing Divine Iron, she could now return and kill alone, without having to bring along these cowardly bastards.

Tianji Dao Heir was moved.

"We will not go."

"It is only face; if it is lost, we can pick it up again."

"If he wishes to pursue, let him pursue; we pilot the Yin-Yang Cloud Void Shuttle, and with the Five Elements Dao Heir present, could we possibly fear him exhausting us?"

Antu Zi, Ji Liuyue, Shadow Demon Dao Heir, and others spoke in unison, appearing completely indifferent.

"You..."

Tianji Dao Heir had no face to look at this group of people.

"Sigh!"

He cursed angrily.

"If the ancestral masters of past generations, the Dao Heirs of past generations, knew that we were like this... sigh, it is truly shameful!"

"From now on, I will no longer be able to lift my head to walk into the Ancestral Master Hall and worship the ancestral masters of past generations!"

If we truly could not defeat him, that would be one thing.

Now, when there are clearly many chances of victory, yet we act like this, it is truly something difficult to speak of.

Tianji Dao Heir was desperate.

"It is not to this extent."

"Tianji Dao Brother, you are attached to appearances."

The Five Elements Dao Heir, Antu Zi, smiled and comforted him: "The ancestral masters of past generations are all our own people, figures like parents; one cannot deify them too much.

They too had their youth; they were ordinary Dao Heirs with noses and eyes, and encountering such a situation, they would have been much the same as us."

"Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes."

"To have a junior disciple like me shows that when they were young, they were not much better either; it is only that after reaching the Void Refinement stage, they concealed the faults of the revered ones, so history did not mention it."

Antu Zi spoke with shameless boldness, having his own twisted logic, with no sense of shame whatsoever, his Dao Heart being terrifyingly stable.

"Correct."

"It makes sense, it makes sense."

"Daoist Friend Antu Zi, actually, there may not be a lack of true insight."

These words immediately drew many voices of agreement; even the Beast Dao Heir nodded, restraining his anger, secretly mocking the Five Elements Dao Heir as a rabbit, and still holding a grudge against the other party for fleeing the battlefield last time.

"Rabbit? A rabbit is good; it is alert, wise, and does not contend with others."

Antu Zi laughed heartily.

He let spittle dry on his own face, appearing forever kind to others.

With this, the Beast Dao Heir found it hard to continue speaking with sharp words to mock him, secretly feeling bored.

The two dashes of light, one chasing and one fleeing, quickly saw several days pass.

Without using methods to explode potential such as burning vital blood, the speed of the Yin-Yang Cloud Void Shuttle remained unchanged, neither fast nor slow, just as it was several days ago.

The blue-gold dash of light behind slowed down a bit, becoming slower as time passed.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ding felt the dash of light in his heart come to a stop.

He stopped, watching the Yin-Yang Cloud Shuttle grow ever more distant, and keenly sensed danger.

If this continued, if he kept burning through his reserves until only half his magic power remained—or less—he would fall into a certainly fatal predicament.

"Goodbye!"

"Jiang Ding Zi, I won't see you off."

Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Dao Child Ji Liuyue waved her hand with easy grace, her ink-black hair flying back, looking like a drifting forest fairy—beautiful and spirited.

"Goodbye… you really are very good."

Jiang Ding's eyelid twitched; he had nothing to say.

He turned and left.

……

Jiang Ding returned, his face full of dejection.

Teacher Gu Lin and the others had found a massive meteorite and were busy at work inside it, breaking open waste stone whose hardness rivaled third-tier spirit gold, excavating bit by bit within. Soon, a wisp of grey—the Yin-Yang Creation Qi scattered across hundreds of kilometers of the meteorite—was revealed.

They excavated as carefully as archaeologists, dreading even the slightest damage that might compromise the integrity of this single strand of Yin-Yang Creation Qi.

According to records, once damaged or incomplete, a strand of Yin-Yang Creation Qi would instantly lose more than ninety percent of its value.

"Jiang Ding, how did it go? Didn't win?"

Teacher Gu Lin was curious, then comforted him: "Being able to escape back is already very good—after all, they're Jiudaxian Sect Dao Children. As long as we hold our ground, they won't dare fight to the death."

"Even if they do fight to the death, we may not be without a chance of victory, because I've brought over sixty fourth-tier forbidden nuclear weapons."

Previously, she simply could not keep up with the Great Sun Sword Child's speed.

"No."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly, not wanting to say more.

"The Yin-Yang Creation Qi has been found. It went smoothly. There are differences from our prior estimates, but not major ones."

Teacher Gu Lin saw this and changed the subject: "We just need to modify the search instrument's program data, and we can greatly increase the efficiency of searching for Yin-Yang Creation Qi."

"If all goes well, we should all be able to condense a Cheng Shang Pin Nascent Soul."

"Alright."

Jiang Ding nodded, closed his eyes to rest, and recovered the magic power that had been heavily consumed in his dantian.

Several days later.

"Success!"

"Not a single mistake—we really are very strong. Jiudaxian Sect inheritance disciples and core disciples absolutely can't compare to us in this kind of delicate work."

Accompanied by a burst of cheers, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

"Jiang Ding, the first strand of Yin-Yang Creation Qi has been collected."

Teacher Gu Lin walked over, handed out a jade box, opened it, and revealed a wisp of grey mist, thread by thread, imbued with a chaotic aura. From time to time it wriggled as if alive, blocked by the formation within the jade box and unable to leak out.

"According to the rules, the first strand is yours."

"No need, postpone it."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and continued recovering his magic power.

As for Yin-Yang Creation Qi, his natal flying sword had already accumulated eighty-one strands—this was the absolute limit; it could hold no more, and it was useless to him.

Once his magic power was recovered, he would think of a way to get close to the Dao Children again.

(End of this chapter)

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