Chapter 906: This Sword of Mine Condenses the Wisdom of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion and the Immortal Sects

Jiang Ding gripped his sword hilt, stepped forward slowly, and fixed his gaze on the former prodigy of the immortal sect before him.

The Sword Domain of Destruction had already unfurled.

The sky, the earth, the depths beneath the lava—everything was composed of sword-intent that was utterly real, spreading outward. Every sword-qi carried its own unique will, its own unique spirit—some thrusting, some cleaving, some slanting upward—all following strict patterns, imbued with an aura of indestructibility.

What Xu Yan cultivated was the *Wan Hua Ci Yuan Jing* among the Nine Scriptures of the Immortal Sect, a version from two thousand years ago. It spread an electromagnetic domain around him, countless magnetic fields transforming into countless chaotic vortices—exquisite and profound.

This dharma-domain was clearly far stronger than Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun's. A mere Hua Shen Zhong Qi cultivator, yet in those days he truly had been a figure of the realm's prodigies.

Zzzzz…

The chaotic vortices of these magnetic fields swallowed everything, smelted everything. Even fifth-tier spirit-metal dropped in would be reduced to powder in an instant.

Countless sentient sword-qi from the Great Sun Destruction Sword Domain Sect surged forth, only to be swallowed in an instant, vanishing patch after patch, utterly without power to resist. The sword domain was shrinking, its control over the surrounding thousand li of heaven and earth spiritual energy weakening.

"After all, he's only mid Nascent Soul…"

Joy rose in Xu Yan's heart.

He relaxed somewhat, sobering from the terrifying battle records and terrifying reputation of the Great Sun Sword Sons of past realms, and the pressure in his heart eased a little.

"Xu Yan, you've turned to the Sword Dao?"

Jiang Ding seemed not to care at all about his sword domain showing a disadvantage. He looked at the heavenly sword in Xu Yan's hand—there was the aura of a Ben Ming Fa Bao within it.

There was no mistaking it.

If nothing unexpected had occurred, in the present generation when the Great Sun Sword Pavilion had perished, counting all the Soul Transformation sword cultivators of the various immortal sects, he was at least among the top twenty in the Sword Dao within this realm.

Xu Yan did not answer.

"The Sword Dao does indeed counter the immortal sects. Your choice shows some foresight."

"It's only a pity that your fate doesn't seem to be very good."

Jiang Ding said, shaking his head.

Around them, rumbling sounds never ceased.

Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun, Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun, and eight others had already surrounded Wang Wang Zhongdao and the fifth-tier superior-grade Star-Qingfeng Beidou Formation beneath his feet.

The Star Fortress giant cannon matrix roared without pause, launching a storm-like furious assault on the formation. In an instant the earth shook and mountains swayed, the earth's qi boiled, and space shattered again and again.

"My fate isn't good?"

Xu Yan's expression twisted: "You damnable junior. The son of the Dao, raised on the legacy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion after the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect devoured it—how could you possibly know the situation I face, the unwillingness I face?"

"I was clearly a prodigy of the realm. Why must I wear my life away, with no hope of Void Refinement?"

"Oh?"

"A prodigy of the realm?"

Jiang Ding was surprised, and teased: "Xu Da, the great prodigy—how is it that you're only at Hua Shen Zhong Qi?"

"You couldn't even see through Brother Brother Xuanwu's trap. A few words from him, without giving you anything of substance, and you became a chess piece for his immortal sect, spending your own life doing unpaid labor?"

"Tell me, how did Brother Brother Xuanwu tempt you back then?"

Jiang Ding was somewhat curious.

"You're seeking death!"

Xu Yan had his sore spot jabbed in an instant, and shouted harshly.

Hum!

Within a thousand li, the light from countless yin-yang and yang-yang rotating magnetic field vortices suddenly blazed forth, swallowing all the sword-qi and transforming them into wisps and strands of black-and-white sword-qi crisscrossing in all directions.

These sword-qi suddenly enveloped the blue-robed youth at the center.

So many black-and-white sword-qi—even a flying bird here would be sliced into tens of thousands of fragments in an instant.

"Die!"

Xu Yan coldly shouted.

"Die?"

"This of yours is neither spellwork nor Sword Dao."

"Neither fish nor fowl."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly. With myriad black-and-white sword-qi descending upon his head, he did not so much as lift an eyelid.

"Stop."

He tapped a finger.

Around him, the myriad black-and-white sword-qi that had enveloped everything suddenly paused—truly halted on the spot.

It was not the solidification of space, not the freezing of time. The sword-qi themselves had simply stopped, as if unwilling to advance further and harm the sovereign of the Sword Dao.

"Impossible!"

Xu Yan's eyes bulged, full of horror—beyond all comprehension.

"There's nothing impossible about it."

"You're just too weak."

Jiang Ding rested his hand on the sword hilt and said unhurriedly: "You walk the path of combining spellwork and swordsmanship. Do you think yourself a prodigy, having found an innovation no one else has?"

"It's only a pity that the Great Sun Sword Pavilion already researched this path to death."

"This path can't be called wrong. If you can walk it through and grow stronger, then everything about it is right."

"It's only a pity that you can't."

"In this sword move of yours that fuses spell and sword, it looks perfect, but in truth I could find ninety flaws in it with my eyes closed—hard to overlook."

"Still, it's not without merit. Some of the swordsmanship structures did give me a bit of inspiration."

Jiang Ding spoke pragmatically.

"What a pity—too many flaws."

"If you had a Central Array Spirit computer to check your gaps and fill them in, calculating every aspect of the data, then this spell-sword technique—even if it didn't become top-tier—would still be a passable inheritance."

"Right now?"

"Toss it in the trash, quick."

"Otherwise, if you humiliate me again with such clumsy work, you'll be dead very soon."

Clang!

The instant Jiang Ding's words fell, a crisp sword-song rang out from the void. Filmy golden cracks appeared on the stagnant black-and-white sword Qi, spreading in a spiderweb pattern. Layer upon layer of black-and-white flakes crumbled away, revealing the resplendent blue-gold sword-light hidden beneath the black-and-white hue.

The fractures and cracks on this black-and-white sword Qi spread outward in all directions in the blink of an eye. The magic power aura belonging to the Xu Clan Old Ancestor was snuffed out, and in an instant it transformed into Great Sun Destruction Sword Qi imbued with the wills of scorching heat, sharpness, ruin, law-prohibition, and distortion!

The magpie has occupied the dove's nest!

After being swallowed by the Grand Yin Grand Yang vortex, this Great Sun Destruction Sword Qi did not vanish; instead, it devoured the Grand Yin Grand Yang Sword Qi in reverse, its aura surging explosively, rising to another level!

"What sword art is this?"

Xu Yan's hair stood on end.

He discovered in horror that in the span of an instant, he had lost control of the surrounding thousand-kilometer domain; the magic power he had dispersed had vanished entirely, not a drop remaining.

In every direction, above and below, there was only resplendent blue-gold sword-light, sealing off all the world's spiritual energy from outside.

"Creating a sword art—especially one that can be considered entry-level even within a boundary domain—is not so easy."

"Without the accumulated wisdom passed down by generations of predecessors, and without the aid of a masterwork like the Central Array Spirit Computer, one cannot carve out a powerful path out of thin air."

"Do you think you are me?"

"No, it seems even I can't do it."

Jiang Ding slowly drew his long sword: "Come, let me show you this sword art of mine—achieved through the aid of the Central Array Spirit Computer, drawing on the sword Dao wisdom of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion and the top-tier academic achievements of the Immortal Gate."

"Compared with yours, what similarities and differences are there?"

Clang!

Blazing radiance, illuminating ten thousand li, reaching everywhere, penetrating everywhere.

Amid rumbling thunder, hundreds of millions of electromagnetic virtual lines floated between heaven and earth. Two coils the size of mountain ranges and rivers—one negative pole, one positive pole—spread out from the center, covering ten thousand li. Countless talisman sigils resembling Heavenly Gang Electromagnetic Prohibitions surfaced within the coils, forming one Immortal Dao electromagnetic accelerator after another.

Among the hundreds of millions of electromagnetic virtual lines and Heavenly Gang Electromagnetic sigils, a flying sword—half energy, half solid, trailing twelve hundred resplendent solar veils—materialized, its aura filling all of heaven and earth, firmly locking onto Xu Yan's divine soul.

The Dai Sen Solar Sword Domain, born in the span of a thought.

"Xu Yan!"

"Listen well."

Jiang Ding shouted in a low voice: "This move is called Sword Art · Heavenly Gang Electromagnetic Cannon!"

"It was achieved by me, containing the wisdom of many friends from the Immortal Gate and the computing power of the Central Array Spirit Computer. Please open your eyes wide and see—what difference is there between it and the sword art of you, a lone, unsupported rogue cultivator!"

Boom!

In the darkest of skies, the Taiqing Flying Sword, trailing twelve hundred resplendent solar veils, vanished in an instant from the electromagnetic track.

"Kill!"

Xu Yan roared furiously, slashing out a chaotic Grand Yin Grand Yang magnetic vortex. An electromagnetic Taiji diagram was born from it, charging toward the spot where his divine soul was frantically screaming warnings.

Faintly, a flying sword appeared within the electromagnetic chaotic vortex.

Boom!

Without any resistance, countless spiritual lights exploded outward. The electromagnetic vortex was split open head-on; the yin-yang circulation, the sword intent of deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces, was utterly useless.

The blue-gold sword-light sliced straight down onto Xu Yan, who had desperately sacrificed a bronze mountain magic treasure, shattering the Primordial Spirit upper-grade bronze mountain magic treasure.

From within the shattered bronze mountain magic treasure, a human figure vomited blood and was sent flying, its aura plummeting.

(End of chapter)

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