Chapter 889: A New Human Sovereign Is Born in the Northern Plains

In the howling gale, Jiang Ding concealed his form as he flew through the sky.

From time to time, birds and white clouds passed before him, through him, without disturbing him in the slightest, as if they were not in the same world at all.

"This world… is very special."

Jiang Ding thought coldly in his heart.

"Completely unlike any Minor Thousand World where the immortal sects reside."

"There are far too many anomalies."

"Immortal arts, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, this Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and Han Lin… he himself is nothing much, everyone has their own secrets and opportunities, nothing strange about that."

"There's also a Sacred Blood Spirit Body, a Dao Child's talent—though it's far from comparable to a true Dao Child's, the nurturing afterward was far too poor."

"So many special points, so many coincidences—something must be hidden."

"I need to be even more cautious."

Jiang Ding silently assessed his own strength, without the slightest arrogance or wildness.

"A mid Hua Shen Qi cultivator—I should be able to win."

"As long as it's not the kind that's too far over the mark, like a Dao Child at mid Hua Shen Qi, or a legacy disciple at mid Hua Shen Qi."

"Whether I can beat a mid Hua Shen Qi cultivator, and whether I can actually kill one, depends on the situation—it's not certain."

"A late Hua Shen Qi cultivator—I should be able to win, but the chance of killing one is very, very small."

"Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun doesn't count—he's basically trash, doesn't even have a fifth-tier array dao, and he can't use Jin Zhi's Karma Art properly at all; it was all crammed into him through forced inheritance.

"His own body and soul also have many weaknesses—after devouring too many blood descendants, he's become an utter mess inside."

"Once the Dari Distortion power is stirred even slightly, he's a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

"As for running into a peak Hua Shen Qi cultivator, or one between peak Hua Shen Qi and Refining Void… I'll just run for my life, stop thinking about all this nonsense."

"The gap between peak Hua Shen Qi and Refining Void is larger than the solar system; if things develop normally, even if I advance to Hua Shen Qi I'd still be an ant before those eight Refining Void cultivators, and escape would still be impossible."

Jiang Ding knew his own limits well, and did not feel he was invincible.

He looked at the sky in all four directions, and at the earth below.

Mountains, rivers, grasslands, clouds swept past before his eyes, along with the birds and beasts on the land, humans, all manner of demon clans, and demon beasts.

A scene of vibrant life, where all things flourished.

"This is the land bound by my order!"

"The entire Northern Plains."

Jiang Ding murmured: "After Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun's death, the orthodox immortal dao lineage of the entire Northern Plains has automatically transferred to my head—everything here belongs to me!"

"…Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan of the Western Desert, truly a vile wretch, coming into my home, invading my territory, humiliating me, bullying me, killing my subordinates."

"As expected, the man-eating demon clans are all a pack of wolves with the hearts of dogs."

"Right, and the Tie family of Guishan—I can't do anything to you right now, but the fifth-tier spirit vein there is mine!"

"Just wait. When I'm free, I'll cut off every single spirit vein on the outer perimeter of the Tie family of Guishan and divert them to Daoliudao Sect, so that the place can recover its fifth-tier spirit vein."

"Even if I don't need it, I'll use it to grow flowers and grass, just to spite you…"

The white light of spatial teleportation flickered continuously.

These Nascent Soul-grade teleportation arrays were no longer very convenient; a single trip required teleporting many times, and they were not suited for Hua Shen Qi grade—higher-standard teleportation arrays needed to be rebuilt.

Jiang Ding planned to open the old teleportation arrays for use across the entire Northern Plains for the flow of goods and personnel, thereby boosting the economy, increasing tax revenue, and developing agriculture, artifact-forging, pill-refining, and other industries.

"These are a steady stream of income."

"If I recover the entire Northern Plains, how much tax revenue could I collect in a year?"

Jiang Ding said expectantly.

After some time, Jiang Ding returned once more to Daoliudao Sect. He did not disturb anyone, sweeping his divine sense across all four directions.

Han Lin was still in the secret vault, gleefully picking out heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and whenever he saw a messy spot, he would automatically sort it out neatly by category.

Disciple Yin Dao and the others did not dare to cultivate; their divine senses constantly scanned the sect inside and out, keeping watch over the several hundred thousand guilty Daoliudao Sect disciples, not allowing them to cause trouble.

As for the Dari Sect cultivators and the Tu Mountain Maidens' retinue, they were still on the road—their travel speed was far too slow, even with the aid of the already-opened teleportation arrays.

Especially the Tu Mountain Maidens' retinue—the previous order had been top-grade covert deployment, with each maiden scattered in all directions, wherever was most remote; gathering them together in a short time was very troublesome.

Jiang Ding paid them no mind and headed straight for the highest peak.

The yuan magnetic spirit light here was growing stronger and stronger, gradually revealing hints of yuan magnetic restrictive arts. Many Qi Training stage cultivators in this environment had completely lost the ability to cast spells, and their divine senses had also become useless. They were terrified, yet did not dare to leave.

After losing its seal, the Yin-Yang Yuan Magnetic Spirit-Severing Mountain was reviving.

At the summit of the ten-thousand-zhang peak,

A pitch-black palace came into view, forged entirely from a fourth-tier supreme spirit material called Black Demon Gold, unyielding and immortal, undamaged in the slightest after ten thousand years.

This was the sacred ground of Daoliudao Sect—a palace personally forged by the Daoliudao Sect's founding master several tens of thousands of years ago, passed down ever since, majestic and splendid.

Jiang Ding stepped into the depths of the gloomy palace.

Above ninety-nine steps, a towering Black Demon King's throne stood.

Above the throne, six vortices of different colors swirled, pervaded by primal-chaos qi, rotating ceaselessly, each emanating the aura of the Human Realm, Heaven Realm, Asura Realm, Hell Realm, Hungry Ghost Realm, and Animal Realm respectively.

A tremendous attractive force emanated from the six vortices, as if capable of seizing a cultivator's living soul, drawing it in, and tormenting it for countless ages.

The supreme treasure of Daoliudao Sect—the Six Paths Reincarnation Palace!

Within it lay the inheritance, the inheritance of Daoliudao Sect—only inheritance disciples of Daoliudao Sect could approach; if an outsider came, their soul would be dragged into it in an instant, sinking through reincarnation, becoming one of the countless billions of ghostly servants within.

"The name is far too grand—it's only a quasi-fifth-tier Nascent treasure."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

His divine sense and sword intent surged into the palace, ignoring the obstruction of the divine sense imprints left by Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun, forcibly destroying them and leaving behind his own divine sense imprints.

"From now on, you'll be called the Black Demon Palace—it suits your architectural style perfectly."

Hum!

The palace hummed, signaling its approval; it possessed a certain spiritual awareness.

"So be it."

"From now on, this place shall once again become the center of the Immortal Dao in the Northern Plains."

Jiang Ding sat upon the Black Demon Wang Zuo.

His hand rested on the sword hilt; behind him, six paths alternated in reincarnation and circulation, while wisps of mist and clouds diffused throughout the palace, emitting an unfathomable aura.

He closed his eyes slightly and fell into cultivation.

Six months later.

A brief cultivation session, a Zhou Tian that omitted many meridian nodes, slowly concluded; a barely perceptible thread of magic power increased within his dantian, and the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy across a thousand li around him gradually settled.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

Before him knelt a sea of people, each possessing a solemn demeanor and powerful aura; every single one was a genius among millions, a Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Nascent Soul realm among cultivators.

A Jin Dan peak cultivator had absolutely no qualification to enter this palace.

"Pay respects,"

"Pay respects, My Lord!"

"Pay respects, Sword Disciple!"

"Pay respects, Tushan Tian Jun!"

Surrounding them were Master Dinghai Zhenjuns of the Nascent Soul realm from the Righteous Path, the Demonic Path, and independent cultivators, gathered from all regions, representing almost the entire human population of the Northern Plains.

They bowed respectfully, sincerely convinced, to their monarch, the newly born Tian Jun of the human race, prostrating themselves in worship; there was none of the usual infighting and chaos inherent to humans, and their voices were perfectly synchronized.

Their resounding chants spread across hundreds of li, dispersing the dark clouds and causing beams of light to appear once more in the gloomy sky of the Northern Plains.

(End of this chapter)

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