Chapter 856: The Gains from Slaying the Imperial Son

The killing intent surging in Jiang Ding's heart slowly subsided.

"Damned Horn Demon Imperial Son!"

Jiang Ding cursed under his breath, still shaken.

The Great Sun bloodlust was frenzied.

In many situations, this was not a flaw.

The Great Sun Sword Pavilion built its sect, its inheritance, around this core principle: whether the sword cultivator was willing or not, they must advance without retreat.

If one chose to advance, one could erupt with power far beyond the norm, bringing a sliver of life to what should have been a certain-death situation — this was the terrifying aspect of the Great Sun inheritance.

The special circumstance of the Horn Demon Imperial Sons lay in the fact that,

after they burned everything, they had clearly erupted with that unknown power, making even the Great Sun Sword Son's instincts feel fear, every killing instinct awakening, ready to fight to the death regardless of victory or defeat.

And then?

They were nothing but an impressive-looking shell!

This was what drove Jiang Ding to madness — normally he was never like this, always in control, but back then the killing intent in his chest could not be released, nearly causing him to self-destruct.

"Jiang Ding Zi…"

Tianji Dao Son said coldly.

"We had an agreement before this."

Meeting the unfriendly gazes of the nine Dao Sons, Jiang Ding's expression did not change as he said righteously, "When you need it, I will provide help."

"I am here now to fulfill that promise."

"No need to thank me — I am just this kind of naive, kind-hearted person, true to my word."

Tianji Dao Son's expression faltered for a moment, then grew even more annoyed.

We do not need help!

"No need to keep thanking me."

"Here, these are for you."

Jiang Ding's divine sense stirred, and the hundred-zhang corpses of the two Horn Demon Imperial Sons, along with the embryonic forms of their Imperial Weapons and the storage spaces within their horns, all landed before the nine Dao Sons.

These things were extremely valuable.

The embryonic Imperial Weapons need not be mentioned — they were some kind of Void Refinement spirit gold, possibly possessing the abilities of solidity, amplifying qi and blood, and tearing space, but their uses were unknown, and whether they could be utilized was also unknown; things from the Other Realm required repeated experimentation and verification before they could be determined.

Horn Demon Imperial Sons liked to store things at the base of their horns, where there was a large space.

An Imperial Son's wealth would surely not disappoint.

They might be richer than any of them, and might even contain many heaven-gifted earthly treasures from the Other Realm — perhaps something extremely rare and precious in this realm.

The Imperial Son's corpses themselves also held great value — they could be used to study the Other Race's methods, or to refine corpses, or to craft Other Realm way-markers; all were possible.

"Very good."

Tianji Dao Son's expression softened somewhat.

He stored both Imperial Son corpses into his storage magic treasure, then transmitted his voice to discuss a distribution plan with the surrounding Dao Sons.

This generation's Great Sun Sword Son had at least a shred of bottom line, not so greedy and shameless.

Thinking this way, it wasn't so hard to take.

The loss wasn't great, and they had gained a free thug — if only this thug hadn't constantly wanted to beat them to death, it would have been perfect.

The one slight imperfection was that the prohibitions within the Horn Demon Imperial Sons' horn spaces were extremely tight, and of an entirely different system, containing bloodline power; after some attempts, they were difficult to unlock, and if brute force were used, the entire horn space might shatter.

"What about the other Imperial Son? Did you let him escape?"

Jiang Ding asked.

If such a thing had happened, he would definitely find that person, to delay the timing at which the mother star — this realm — was discovered by the enemy; even a few days or a few years would be good.

Tianji Dao Son hesitated for a moment, then did not conceal it: "No, both Imperial Sons were sealed."

"We placed Disorder Heaven Talismans on them; they cannot perform long-range spatial teleportation in the short term, and cannot escape no matter what."

"Not bad — when law cultivators do things, they're meticulous, thinking three steps ahead."

Jiang Ding praised: "The Imperial Sons on my side have all been dealt with as well — two dead, one sealed. If no Imperial Son is lurking in the shadows, then the place is cleaned up."

"Lurking in the shadows?"

Tianji Dao Son also felt some unease in his heart.

The Horn Demon Imperial Race's spatial methods, as things stood, were a level above theirs — who knew whether there were Imperial Sons lurking in secret.

"Let's do our best to sweep through once."

Jiang Ding said lightly: "If we can't find them, then there aren't any — no need to borrow trouble. These Imperial Sons are so weak in strength that they're not enough to make us agonize over gains and losses."

"What we fear, from beginning to end, is the unknown."

"So be it."

Tianji Dao Son nodded.

After that, the few of them briefly discussed their respective defensive zones, the sweep and search ranges, the division of their respective spheres of interest, that none should cross over except in emergencies, and so on, then each took their leave.

They had many matters to attend to.

Every Dao Son needed to find Mysterious-Yellow Primordial Mother Qi to seal into their embryonic Void Realm; disciples of Qitaxian Sect also needed to find Yin-Yang Creation Qi, as well as seek their own opportunities.

Jiang Ding returned to the immortal sect fleet.

After reporting the results of the discussion with the nine Dao Sons to Teacher Gu Lin, he released the super warship Great Sun, sat cross-legged upon it, and looked within himself.

His magic power and divine sense had not changed much — he had been cultivating at the peak of Jin Dan for many years now, just slowly polishing away.

The greatest change was in the embryonic Sword Realm within his brow!

In this battle, a total of four Horn Demon Imperial Sons had been slain; the Taiqing Flying Sword sang joyfully within the brow space, flying here and there, sometimes transforming into an eternal destructive great sun hanging in the sky, its scorching sword-light illuminating the entire world.

In the sky of the Sword Realm, four grey, hazy clouds had appeared, containing inexhaustious life-force and creation power; from time to time, azure destructive Lei Ting flickered within them, creation and destruction intertwined.

Under the force of this power, the nascent sword realm began expanding outward again, devouring chaos and solidifying into firm ground.

A premonition arose in Jiang Ding's heart.

Next, the nascent sword realm would continue expanding, expanding, until the power of these four clouds of chaotic gray was exhausted.

"The foundation of Void Refinement has grown firmer still…"

Jiang Ding sighed.

Among the Nascent Soul-era inheritance he had obtained from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, there were descriptions of the sword realm.

Setting aside the obscure and arcane passages of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's scriptures, in Jiang Ding's understanding, the sword realm was evaluated by two standards: breadth and internal ecosystem efficiency.

Breadth meant the size of the nascent sword realm.

Internal ecosystem efficiency referred to the complexity of the sword realm's internal ecosystem, its ability to draw in and transform celestial qi from chaos, and its capacity to resist external pressure.

The former affected potential; the latter affected growth.

In terms of sword realm ecosystem efficiency, Jiang Ding performed poorly.

If the average of the Nine Great Dao Heirs was one, then with each breath, their Void Refinement spaces could transform one unit of qi from chaos.

Jiang Ding's sword realm ecosystem could transform at most 0.1 unit of qi.

The gap was this extreme.

This was a gap created by Zixiaode Sect upbringing, enlightenment, and cultivation.

But now, things had changed somewhat.

Jiang Ding's gaze grew distant as insights into space and the sword realm's ecosystem flooded into his heart.

It was far inferior to when he slew the Dao Heirs.

But it was steady and persistent, and faintly, insights into the ten-zhang indestructible space stirred within him, further enriching the meaning of the sword realm's indestructibility.

(End of Chapter)

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