Chapter 866: It Has No Power, You Know?

A Star River Demon Spider stared coldly, its oppressive might piercing straight through the Star River.

"You look mighty and terrifying."

"You even have the bearing of a Void Refinement great power before it strikes—are you the fear in my subconscious?"

Jiang Ding was not afraid; he sighed in admiration.

Whoosh!

In that instant, the Star River Demon Spider's eighteen pairs of pitch-black solitary eyes suddenly froze, locking on. Thirty-six razor-sharp spider legs forged from Star River Demon Iron shot out in a flash, shattering space, shattering storm, all of them landing on his body.

Boom!

Before Jiang Ding could react, his body was sent flying backward like a cannonball, coughing blood midair, and slammed deep into an asteroid dozens of kilometers across, sinking into it.

Radiating outward from the deep crater, web-like cracks appeared.

His entire aura instantly withered beyond compare, a thread of breath hanging by a gossamer strand.

"N-not bad."

"Not bad, not bad at all… such tremendous power."

Jiang Ding's words came in broken fragments, his blood-flecked mouth opening and closing. He was nearly dead, yet somehow he was smiling. "It's just that I have a few small questions."

"Such tremendous power, power that left me unable to react—why didn't it pierce straight through me?"

"Buddy, that violates the laws of physics."

"My defense has always been terribly weak."

Jiang Ding laughed heartily.

"I'm begging you, put some effort in, don't show such an obvious opening. It takes away my sense of accomplishment and makes me think you have no professional ethics…"

Boom!

Another razor-sharp spider leg forged from Star River Demon Iron shot out, striking Jiang Ding squarely in the chest, and the asteroid dozens of kilometers across split apart.

The sixteen-year-old's body flew backward through the cosmic starry sky like dust, coughing up even more blood, his aura growing weaker, his whole body wracked with agony, his frame on the verge of splitting apart.

And yet it still had not pierced through.

That incomparably sharp, instantaneously arriving Star River Demon Spider leg still could not pierce his body.

"Impossible…"

Within the Star River Spider Demon's terrifying eighteen pairs of compound eyes, a look of fear began to surface.

"Weak, you're weak."

Jiang Ding's aura was extremely weak, his whole body covered in wounds, his clothes stained red, but like a dead duck he sighed and said, "Still can't break through my body's instinctive will defense? Heart Demon heavenly tribulation, what good are you to me."

"Roar!"

"Roar! Roar roar!"

The Star River Demon Spider roared toward the heavens, its voice shaking the Star River, making the starry sky tremble. It was clearly furious beyond measure; eighteen razor-sharp spider legs unfolded in sequence, preparing to unleash a terrifying secret art.

"Speak properly, why are you roaring?"

"You're disturbing me."

Jiang Ding frowned.

Clang!

He drew his sword—a sword and hilt had appeared at his waist at some unknown moment—and drew it.

A dazzling, resplendent sword-light suddenly appeared within the Star River!

Beneath that sword-light, the starry sky, the stars, and even the towering Star River Demon Spider—about to unleash some terrifying secret art, its ultimate trump card—all stiffened.

The thirty-six razor-sharp spider legs froze in midair.

The next moment,

Slicing sound!

A sword-mark appeared at the very center of the Star River Demon Spider, cleaving it in two.

Even the spider legs were neatly split in half.

Vast streams of demonic blood flowed through the starry sky, dyeing the Star River red, spreading in all directions like a waterfall.

"You're very beautiful."

Jiang Ding admired it quietly. "I really don't know when I'll be able to strike a sword-cut like this in the real world."

"Thanks for providing the platform."

In a breath's time, his wound-covered body and blood-stained blue robe were fully restored to their original state.

"Squeak squeak, squeak squeak…"

Correspondingly, the Star River Demon Spider's body suddenly exploded and shattered, revealing from within a palm-sized spider-demon form, spraying blood all over, shrieking in terror.

Heavenly Demon, Spider Heart Demon.

In the Immortal Gate records, it is most adept at manipulating the human heart, luring cultivators into an endless Illusion Realm until death. The one before him was a Spider Heart Demon that had reached the very peak of the Soul Transformation stage.

Every year, the majority of cultivators who died during Tribulation Crossing in the Immortal Gates were related to it.

"Squeak squeak squeak…"

At this moment, the Spider Heart Demon stared in terror at the blue-robed youth before it, shrieking nonstop, like a wounded little animal.

Sword cultivator!

A sword cultivator with a clear and luminous sword-heart!

Just how many lifetimes of bad luck had it run into!

To have mistaken him for a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun undergoing Soul Transformation tribulation, and rushed ahead of all the other Heavenly Demons to get here!

"Squeak squeak squeak…"

The Spider Heart Demon was utterly terrified, utterly regretful, begging for mercy.

"Trash."

"What trash."

Jiang Ding was a little disappointed.

He voluntarily released his divine soul, accepting this pitiful inner demon: "Find me something—look through these few hundred years of my cultivation, see if there's any flaw in my state of mind. If you can find one, and put me to death, or gravely wound me, then you can live."

"Otherwise, you die."

"Squeak squeak…"

The Spider Inner Demon was still shrieking in terror, timid and shrinking.

But it had no say in the matter, and was forcibly stuffed into the divine soul.

……

Jiang Ding was dazed for a moment; many things appeared before him.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle, what kind of bullshit uncle are you!"

At this moment, a person appeared before him—Jiang Yuan's son, the elder of the twins, Little Xiong, who had long since died. He appeared and howled with venomous hatred: "Why didn't you help me? Why did you watch me grow old and die as a mere mortal?!"

"How could you be so cruel!"

"You won't die a good death!"

"You won't die a good death…"

He cursed wildly.

"What does your business have to do with my ass!"

Jiang Ding was baffled. "You're my nephew, not my mother. Why the hell should I have to look after you?"

"If you'd at least tried, fine, I could've given you a hand. But you fucking lay flat every single day, skipped school, chased girls, didn't study at all—how was I supposed to help you?"

"You want me to drop everything, quit my own graduate studies, stop cultivating, and spend every day chasing after your twenty-or-thirty-year-old ass, spoon-feeding you?"

"Don't even think about it!"

"But my mother—your sister—was clearly just like me. Why won't you do the same…"

Little Xiong was unwilling, and howled with venomous hatred.

"Bullshit!"

"Same my ass."

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes. "My sister and I grew up together in split-crotch pants—how the hell could that be the same?"

"Forget it, I can't explain it to you."

Clang!

A streak of sword-light slashed past.

Little Xiong and this world dissolved into nothingness, unable to obstruct anything.

White mist appeared, then dispersed.

This time, what appeared was Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun, who said in a sinister tone: "You destroyed my Spirit Beast Tushan Xiancheng…"

Clang!

Without waiting for him to finish, a sword slashed past, and Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun once again died cleanly.

"Just give it up already."

"I killed you in perfect righteousness—everyone in the world sang my praises. I can't even fake feeling guilty about it, so spare me, will you?"

Jiang Ding's face was full of bafflement.

What the hell is this?

Does a piece of human garbage like this even deserve to appear in his inner demon?

"Do me a favor and come up with some people and events that actually have some class!"

Jiang Ding said impatiently: "Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Chong Chong Yuanzi, Shadow Demon Candidate Daozi—these nobodies are really enough. Whether it's morality, Dao heart, or strength, these people are pitifully weak. What effect could they possibly have on me?"

"Are you stupid?"

"We were enemies from the start—killing them is perfectly normal."

"What emotion are you trying to make me feel? Guilt? Unease? Fear?"

"Fear my ass!"

"Defeated underlings—should I pretend to be afraid and play house with you?"

The continuously cycling Xin Mo Huan Jing instantly jammed.

In the half-shifted Illusion Realm, figures like Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Chong Chong Yuanzi—people who had once died at his hands—were venomously screaming something.

But now, it only seemed all the more laughable.

Clang!

"Still, I understand you."

"My man, my Dao heart is just too perfect."

Jiang Ding drew his sword, flicked the blade with a self-satisfied air, producing a pleasant ding-dong sound, and sighed: "I've cultivated the Dao for several hundred years. I've never had a single regret in life. The people who deserved killing, I killed. The ones I couldn't kill, there's nothing to be done—I don't get angry about it, just keep cultivating.

At the same time, I've never done a single thing against my conscience, never done anything to make me feel guilty—and there's none of that messy romantic nonsense either, the 'I love you, you love him, he doesn't love you' crap."

"For someone as perfect as me, how is a tiny little inner demon supposed to find a flaw?"

"It can't, you know?"

"It doesn't have the ability."

(End of chapter)

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