Chapter 843: The Cornerstone of the World — The Qi of Mysterious Yellow and Primordial Chaos

Over a thousand disciples of the Jiudaxian Sect were scattered across the vast world, each searching for their own opportunity to obtain the Yin-Yang Creation Qi.

More than ten peak Jin Dan cultivators from the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cast concealment spells, holding a compass-shaped magic treasure, carefully searching for something, stepping cautiously.

Soon, one of them, a square-faced man, brightened and stopped at a pond.

"This is the place. Be careful, don't make any noise…"

The square-faced man said in a low voice.

"Senior Brother Liu, I don't think that's necessary."

"Just go all out to extract the Yin-Yang Creation Qi."

A cold, beautiful woman disagreed: "The Dongji Demon Sect's spell satellites are already hanging high in the sky. The Candidate Daozi may be able to hide, but we cannot. Our concealment is nothing but self-deception.

Besides, Dongji Demon Sect cultivators don't act alone, so there's no need to worry."

"But, but that person…"

Senior Brother Square-Face hesitated.

"That's even less to worry about."

The cold, beautiful woman smiled: "Just wait for death. Concealment, evasion — all useless. We cultivators seek the Dao, going against heaven's will; it should be so."

"If we wanted safety, we should have stayed in the sect right now, instead of spending so much just to win a quota for this Yin-Yang Void World."

"Seems to make a lot of sense."

The surrounding peak Jin Dan cultivators exchanged glances, all in agreement.

Thus, they stopped being cautious and instead cast their spells with all their might, striving to find the most Yin-Yang Creation Qi in the shortest time, hiding nothing.

Looking around, within tens of thousands of li, most sect disciples had adopted the same approach.

In the sky, in an unseen place.

Jiang Ding silently glanced at them, then silently walked away, making no move to slay them.

They were too weak.

Besides, Jiang Ding hoped to form a tacit understanding with the nine great Candidate Daozi: before one side was utterly defeated, neither would strike at the Jin Dan cultivators below.

Although once he struck, Jiang Ding was certain he could inflict casualties on the Jiudaxian Sect's Jin Dan cultivators at least ten times greater than the Immortal Gate's, so the Immortal Gate would not suffer.

But, in the end, he couldn't bear it.

Classmates, teachers — they were not cold numbers to be traded, but living, feeling people.

In this regard, the nine great Candidate Daozi seemed to have harder, colder hearts. They let these disciples scatter in all directions, fully prepared for them to all die, keeping only some important inheritance disciples or Soul Transformation descendants by their side.

Of course, if someone tried to use this to threaten Jiang Ding into restraining himself, he would not compromise.

Because all wars in history proved that yielding to an enemy out of weakness only emboldened them to press further, causing greater casualties.

In that case, it was better to harden one's heart from the start.

"I found… it!"

Jiang Ding suddenly looked up.

His divine sense was constantly connected to the Immortal Gate's several hundred spell satellites.

Originally, within the satellites' detection range, there were no nine great Candidate Daozi; their concealment abilities were extremely outstanding.

But at this moment,

in a mountain valley, they suddenly revealed themselves, each casting a strange spell that caused the surrounding ten-thousand-li earth veins to surge like boiling water.

Jiang Ding's concealed figure suddenly accelerated.

……

In a mountain valley, the nine great Candidate Daozi were scattered in all directions, each with an immensely vast and heavy aura.

They each cast spells, pulling on ten-thousand-li earth veins; everywhere the heavens overturned and the earth split, dragons and serpents rose from the land, dragon-shaped mountain peaks thrusting up from the ground and advancing layer by layer toward this valley.

Viewed from the sky, it seemed as if ten thousand dragons were paying homage to an earth cave!

This kind of formation was called, in feng shui, Supreme and Most Noble — one born once in hundreds of thousands of years. It could nurture a true dragon, cause a sect to flourish, and give birth to heaven-shaking prodigies who would make the Ming Zhen Gao Jie tremble.

Of course, that was the Immortal Sect's way of putting it.

The Immortal Gate had similar theories: if the environment was exceptional enough, a great number of geniuses and powerhouses might be born, who would ultimately compete for the strongest, possibly leading local prodigies to sweep across all directions.

Now, these Candidate Daozi had forcibly created a Ten Thousand Dragons Paying Homage Earth Cave!

"These spell satellites are very annoying."

The Brother Xuanwu Candidate Daozi glanced up at the sky, as if ten thousand ants were crawling over his body, and said with great discomfort.

The Yin-Yang Void World was a world where the heavens were round and the earth was square.

Now, at the very top of the 'round heaven,' several hundred spell satellites radiating powerful spell fluctuations cruised there, casting ultra-wide-area detection spells at the earth again and again without pause, sweeping everything on the ground.

Moreover, at this very moment, a meteor flew upward in the sky and joined the great star array, making the spell satellite array's aura somewhat stronger. Many spell satellites began spreading outward, detecting even more distant regions.

Given a few more years, these spell satellites would cover the entire Yin-Yang Void World.

In past wars, the many cultivators of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace would have already charged up there, refusing to stop until every spell satellite was destroyed — and it wouldn't have been that difficult, as these spell satellites were very fragile.

Now, they could only endure it.

"Brother Brother Xuanwu, bear with it."

The Shadow Demon Candidate Daozi sighed: "You can still conceal yourselves alone. Without my puppets' help, I would already be locked onto by the spell satellites, unable to escape."

"The Dongji Demon Sect clearly only excels at group combat — why was the Great Sun Sword Son born there?"

"Indeed…"

The surrounding Candidate Daozi shared the feeling.

Boom!

Rumble rumble…

Several dozen days later, at the center of the Ten Thousand Dragons Paying Homage, amid bursts of dragon roars and the upheaval of shaking earth veins and mountains, a streak of mysterious yellow qi as large as a mountain range emerged. Its heavy aura spread in all directions, making even Nascent Soul cultivators feel suffocated.

The nine Dao Sons' eyes lit up.

"Primordial Mystic Yellow Mother Qi... the foundation of a realm. Even a Refinement Void great power cannot extract it; it is only born within a world that is about to come into being..."

Antu-zi thirsted for the Dao.

Among the surrounding Dao Sons, faintly hostile gazes flickered.

Although there had been prior discussion over who would go first and who would follow, whether they could honor the agreement as usual at this moment was still a question, because the further back one went, the greater the possibility of missing out... This was something that could aid in breaking through to Refinement Void!

"Again..."

Suddenly, the expressions of the nine Dao Sons all changed at once.

Boom!

A great sun rose!

The phenomenon of ancient trees reaching to the heavens spread outward in all directions. The shadow of a world where countless sword intents lived and died appeared in the four directions. Countless sword intents jointly guarded the destructive great sun at the center. Under the layered amplification and support, light of annihilation, destruction, and law-prohibition shone in all directions, stronger than before.

"Fellow Daoists,"

"Now, what say you?"

Jiang Ding stood atop the super warship Great Sun. One thousand and twenty-four Dai Sen mirror drones spread outward, absorbing endless light, dazzling beyond compare.

"Fellow Daoists, I am not an overbearing and unreasonable man."

"There are two choices. You may consider them."

Jiang Ding said calmly, "First, we fight it out, and life and death are each left to fate.

I might as well say it plainly: the fourth-tier forbidden nuclear weapons on the spell-satellite orbit have already locked onto this place. Your chances of victory are a little smaller than before."

"Second, give me the secret art for this thing. I need it."

Jiang Ding looked toward the heavy strand of Mystic Yellow Primordial Qi amid the ten thousand dragons.

From within the embryonic Sword Realm, a sudden sensation of greed and longing transmitted itself—so clear, so unmistakable—yet it was as if facing uncooked food: a faint sense of fear arose, and it did not dare to swallow it whole, afraid that it itself would shatter in the process.

"Or else, you may keep fleeing, never stopping. I admit, there would truly be nothing I could do."

Jiang Ding watched them in silence.

(End of chapter)

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