Chapter 846: The Emperor's Son from Beyond the Realm

Ten Dao Sons stared fixedly at this suddenly appearing, tall and burly Horned Demon clansman, silent.

Ming Tian Di Zi was likewise wary in his heart.

He looked all around; the beast's instinct carried a strong premonition—confusion, shock, and more besides.

Both sides merely watched, and for the moment there was no movement.

The nine Dao Sons no longer fled, and Jiang Ding did not pursue further either; he simply stopped and stood in silence.

A strong wariness rose in Jiang Ding's heart.

An unknown immortal civilization, powerful spatial teleportation and positioning techniques, able to directly lock onto this realm's Yin-Yang Void World from beyond the realm boundaries, teleporting across an unfathomably vast distance to arrive here.

The spatial technology contained within was shocking.

Within the immortal Dao, space is an unavoidable direction; if one's spatial spells and techniques are powerful, could the other aspects possibly be weak?

Could there be Void Refining, or even supreme existences above Void Refining?

Such conjectures bred fear, unease, and the unwillingness to act rashly.

If this immortal civilization had existences above Void Refining…

Jiang Ding thought of the consequences and could not help a chill running down his spine.

He seemed to see a terrifying scene of the mother world drenched in blood like rain, citizens' lives cut down like grass, warships falling in swathes—utterly beyond any power to change.

But!

If this immortal civilization had NO existences above Void Refining!

Then perhaps one must consider whether, within this race and the domain ruled by this immortal civilization, there existed a human race, whether the human race was oppressed within it, and whether human rights had been preserved.

Or whether other weak races were being oppressed by the Horned Demon race.

This would be fighting for the righteous Dao of the realm, for the great cause of the races!

In an instant, the hearts of all surged—fear, longing, excitement, and more besides—yet only somewhat heavier breathing showed; none dared act rashly.

Gradually,

Jiang Ding's gaze turned toward Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Dao Son Ji Liuyue.

The other eight Dao Sons of Qingmuxian Sect—such as Antu Zi and Tianji Dao Son—also looked toward Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Dao Son.

Among them, Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Dao Son, whose main cultivation was the "Green Emperor Longevity Scripture," had a stronger affinity with life—not only toward the human race, but also toward demon beasts, the demon race, and even spirits and the like, possessing a natural affinity and goodwill.

"Jiang Ding Zi, could you protect me for now?"

Ji Liuyue did not refuse; a clear, crisp voice sounded in Jiang Ding's ear.

This was the instinct of Qingmuxian Sect disciples.

They would always seek out the strongest within their surroundings to protect themselves; this was not shamelessness—Qingmuxian Sect disciples had something to offer in return, namely powerful healing and supportive abilities.

Overall it was a win-win, and in most cases it would not be annoying.

"Yes, I certainly will."

Jiang Ding promised: "Liuyue Zi, as long as we are not facing a life-or-death crisis, I will not abandon you."

To show his solemnity, he even used an honorific form of address.

"Many thanks, Dao Friend."

Ji Liuyue felt reassured, stepped forward slightly, bowed in salute, and revealed a lovely smile: "Dao Friend, may I ask where you hail from?"

"Jilianggu Adi… wafa…"

Ming Tian Di Zi transmitted such a stream of divine-sense fluctuations.

The surrounding Dao Sons frowned.

They could faintly tell this was an ordered stream of divine-sense fluctuations and frequencies, but could not discern its meaning; some frequencies of divine-sense fluctuation meant one thing in this realm but something entirely different in the other's civilization.

"Dao Friend, may I ask where you hail from?"

Ji Liuyue did not seem overly surprised by this; after thinking for a long while, she asked again, her divine-sense fluctuations obscure and awkward to pronounce—again an unfamiliar language.

Jiang Ding thought.

"It is the language of the Horned Demon race, the former ruling race of this realm."

Teacher Gu Lin's voice came over; he too was watching this side, understood the significance, and drew a deep breath: "This race has a great outward resemblance to the Horned Demon race—much like the differences among primates, monkeys, orangutans, gorillas, and humans—they may well come from the same civilization."

"The same civilization…"

Jiang Ding lightly gripped his sword hilt.

The Horned Demon race of this realm was the most fond of keeping humans and other intelligent beings as livestock, using them to sacrifice to their bloodline ancestors; the crimes they had committed against humanity were too numerous to record, and coexistence was nearly impossible.

"Fahaidehanfiao, gade…"

Ming Tian Di Zi showed a puzzled expression, seeming to have understood part of it, yet finding it utterly nonsensical.

A cold glint flashed deep in Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Dao Son Ji Liuyue's eyes; she continued, switching to another language, and said deferentially: "Dao Friend, might you tell us your name, so that we may look up to you?"

This language was ancient, weathered, and carried from birth a peculiar rhythm, containing myriad mysteries.

Jiang Ding's heart stirred.

This time, without anyone explaining, he could understand this language.

It was a form of Ancient Immortal Language.

In the legendary distant primordial age when True Immortals ruled the earth, it had been widely spread and accepted by all races; perhaps the lower and middle ranks did not understand it, but the upper ranks certainly did.

The longer a faction's lineage, the more so this was true.

In the Immortal Gate library there existed a lineage of Ancient Immortal Language; Jiang Ding had once studied it for the sake of realm exploration.

"Dagaga kuaidi…"

Ming Tian Di Zi still wore a bewildered look.

Ji Liuyue nodded slightly and stepped back.

"He is stalling for time; he can understand Ancient Immortal Language."

Ji Liu Yue's soft voice fell beside the ears of the Nine Great Dao Sons: "Seems not to be the domineering, peerless Dominator race? Or perhaps a non-top-tier figure among the Dominator races? Or maybe..."

Her words carried deep doubt, daring not to draw a conclusion lightly.

Domain Dominator races, factions.

She had not seen them, but had seen half of them.

The Sword Son of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion has always been domineering and peerless; regardless of the enemy or numbers, he fights first. If defeated, he dies or flees, fearing nothing.

'Or perhaps, their strength is simply this.'

Those around her mentally completed her remaining words.

Jiang Ding was also deep in thought.

"Daoist Friend Shadow Demon,"

After a moment, Jiang Ding showed a gentle smile, looking at the weakest among the Dao Sons, the Foundation Establishment Shadow Demon Dao Son: "Daoist Friend, your strength is most suitable. Foundation Establishment, yet possessing exactly the combat power of a Dao Son, creating deception; you can provide a slight cover for this domain. May you step forward and spar a bit with this Daoist Friend?"

"Remember, your etiquette must be respectful. We are all a nation of propriety, representing the justice of ten thousand races of the domain."

He believed this was very reasonable.

"On what grounds?"

The Shadow Demon Dao Son snorted coldly: "Why not you..."

Clang!

The sword in Jiang Ding's hand was drawn halfway.

"You..."

The Shadow Demon Dao Son's heart turned cold, as if falling into an ice cave; his whole body trembled instinctively, and even the Shadow Demon puppet could not block a single bit.

Alone, he was utterly insignificant before the Great Sun Sword Son.

The remaining words could no longer be spoken by him.

"Save..."

The Shadow Demon Dao Son cast a pleading gaze toward those around.

An Tu Zi, Yu Yu Qianzi, Ten Thousand Beasts Dao Son, Brother Brother Xuanwu, and others, even the Heavenly Mechanism Dao Son, all kept their eyes on their noses and noses on their hearts, appearing as if it had nothing to do with them.

Someone must do this matter.

If the Great Sun Sword Son were weak, they could join forces to threaten him into compromise; the reality is different. Someone must make a sacrifice; this cannot be avoided.

The Shadow Demon Dao Son fell silent.

Jiang Ding said nothing; his expression was kind. He drew the long sword bit by bit, the cold killing intent not leaking outward, falling entirely upon the isolated and helpless Shadow Demon Dao Son.

The sword was about to leave its sheath.

"Greetings,"

"To the Supreme Emperor Son,"

The Shadow Demon Dao Son's face showed a respectful and sycophantic smile. He stepped forward and bowed deeply to the Nether Heaven Emperor Son, speaking in Ancient Immortal Tongue: "My strength is low, my status humble. I admire the majestic aura of the Upper Sect. May you offer a bit of guidance? I would be endlessly grateful."

(End of this chapter)

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