Chapter 927: The Birth of the Sword That Destroys Gold

Jiang Ding set down the documents from Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting and arrived in a hazy void.

This is the sacred land among countless family cultivators of the Northern Plains, the key to the stable birth of Nascent Soul cultivators in the Northern Plains families through the ages, the location of the Wang Ting Wangting Fudi.

The Wang Ting Wangting Fudi does not move; it has always been fixed here.

However, no one has ever heard of a lone cultivator or an external enemy breaking through here to seize vast opportunities.

Because here, there is a Fifth-Rank Top-Grade Array!

An array personally arranged by Shuo Yang Canghai Tianjun, even stronger than the Great Array of the Biliudao Sect.

"However,"

"It is nothing special..."

Jiang Ding paid it no mind.

Shuo Yang Canghai Tianjun's talent was indeed shaking the ancient and shining the present.

If placed in the realm of the Immortal Gates, even without possessing any innate Dao Body, his comprehension and aptitude would be enough to compete for the Sword Disciple of the Master Shuoyang Sword Pavilion.

Of course, it is merely an analogy; strong comprehension has no necessary connection to being the Master Shuoyang Sword Disciple; one also needs powerful sword Dao potential.

Such an excellent person, his array... can only be said to barely pass the eye.

This is the gap in Immortal Dao education, caused by the acquired nature.

Clang!

Jiang Ding flicked his finger lightly, the sound ethereal and pleasant.

Centered on his fingertips, thirty-six dragon-like blue-gold sword qi instantly bloomed, tearing the sky into fragments, revealing the scene within.

This is a Secret Realm over a thousand kilometers in size.

Its prototype is a fragment of the broken world wall, capable of spontaneously breathing in and out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, barely maintaining a Fifth-Rank Low-Grade spiritual energy concentration within the Secret Realm, which is quite remarkable.

Around the Secret Realm, golden threads appeared and disappeared, numerous array runes flashing within, emitting heavy pressure.

"Fifth-Rank Top-Grade, Heavenly Gold Slaying Ten Thousand Dao Great Array... quite a big mouth."

Jiang Ding recalled that within the soul of the Six-Fingered Old Demon, there were many secrets offered by the Northern Plains families; he searched for relevant records: "This array connects with the Secret Realm's spiritual veins, and with the stored spirit stones, it can explode with combat power at the late Soul Transformation level in a short time."

"Claiming to manipulate the metal of the Five Elements, giving birth to ten thousand golden blades, the cause and effect of Jin Zhi is indestructible, and the array is also indestructible."

"If someone who does not understand arrays comes, even a late Soul Transformation cultivator, once completely trapped within, will immediately face a life-or-death crisis; if things go wrong, unable to interrupt the endless revival of the ten thousand golden blades, being ground to death inside is common."

"Undoubtedly, Bing Yuan Tian Jun, a demon race Canghai Tianjun, is a demon who does not understand arrays."

"However, for me, this dead array with no one to preside over it poses no great threat; everything is so simple, easily exposed before me."

Jiang Ding stood silently beside the Wang Ting Wangting Fudi.

His divine sense and sword intent, using the Immortal Gates' unique secret technique for breaking arrays, split into countless tiny

streams, scanning bit by bit inside and outside the Secret Realm, inside and outside the array, recording bit by bit.

In his sea of consciousness, an array model composed of countless azure lines appeared.

At first, this array model was just simple Five Elements and Eight Trigrams; as more information from sword intent and divine sense detection accumulated, lines rapidly increased on the array model, instantly becoming a skyscraper-sized array model, still rapidly adding lines, becoming more and more complex.

At this time, if a Foundation Establishment cultivator were lucky enough to see this model, their soul would instantly collapse, their mind would go blank, blood would overflow from mouth and nose, and the whole person would faint.

This is the brain receiving too much information in an instant, falling into a crash and reboot state.

But this is far from the end.

As time passed, the complexity of the array model in Jiang Ding's sea of consciousness continued to increase rapidly.

One day, two days, three days...

One month, two months, three months...

Jiang Ding stood silently in the sky; except for using part of his soul computing power to cultivate and reserving part of his soul computing power for self-protection, the rest of his soul computing power was entirely used to calculate the Fifth-Rank Top-Grade Heavenly Gold Slaying Ten Thousand Dao Great Array left by Shuo Yang Canghai Tianjun.

Even his own body was revealed, no longer hidden.

Of course, whether this was truly the original body's figure, he himself did not know; his soul had not thought about this matter; everything was chaotic and unknown.

The changes here at the Wang Ting Wangting Fudi attracted many cultivators, who thought it was a natural strange phenomenon, a rare treasure emerging.

High-level cultivators, Jin Dan and Nascent Soul cultivators arriving here, were instantly startled, bowed deeply towards here, and then retreated.

Low-level cultivators, Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators, looked as if they knew nothing, having never seen this young man in green clothes not far away.

At Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, various sects had no portraits.

Because the great Master Dinghai Zhenjun knew what kind of person their monarch was; only those tired of living would spread his appearance everywhere.

These low-level cultivators attracted some noise, chaos, even fighting among themselves, for opportunities, or simply to kill and seize treasures.

Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators have short lifespans, somewhat meaning born in the morning and dying in a dream; they are not too afraid of death, and harsh laws and severe punishments cannot always restrain them.

Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators fought chaotically with clanging and banging, shouts and roars continuous.

Occasionally, when Jin Dan or Nascent Soul cultivators passed by here, they looked at them with incredulous eyes.

For a long time, passing high-level cultivators hesitated for a moment, then still waved their sleeves, took them all away, and threw them far away, not letting these little ones disturb here.

They also threw the criminal low-level cultivators into the nearby sect's prison.

This could earn some merit, though little, but it was a handy thing to do; just open the law enforcement recording treasure carried on the person.

After finishing the matter, one could obtain it.

Unknowingly, a year passed.

"Done."

"Easily, easily..."

Jiang Ding's gaze regained a trace of liveliness, speaking with great boastfulness.

In his sea of consciousness, a vast and incredibly complex array floated, not a static model, but constantly flowing, constantly changing, exactly the same as the Wang Ting Wangting Fudi array before him.

Clang~

Jiang Ding slowly drew out the Taiqing Flying Sword.

"The sixteenth power of the Jin Zhi Sword... a single hair..."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

In an instant, a web of fine threads appeared in his eyes; these threads possessed both the luster of metal and the dark red of fresh blood, the two colors interwoven, sharp and terrifying.

In this state, everything before Jiang Ding changed.

The sky, the mountains, and the earth all vanished.

Between heaven and earth, only blood-golden web-like veins remained; in some places they were concentrated, marking where the spiritual veins of mountains and rivers converged.

In other places, only a few strands existed, scattered about, representing individual Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators; some clustered into small groups, marking a Nascent Soul cultivator passing by.

The most conspicuous and dense area was undoubtedly the fifth-grade superior-grade Heaven Metal Slaying Ten Thousand Dao Array covering the Wang Ting Wangting Fudi before him.

Countless blood-golden lines formed a network here, spreading in all directions; the most conspicuous was a winding blood-gold vein at the center, twisting without end, undergoing massive changes at all times, never stabilizing.

That winding blood-gold vein looked like... a sword scar.

"This is it..."

A sudden realization arose in Jiang Ding's heart.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword struck down.

No sword technique was needed; merely under the support of Sword Qi Thunder Sound, Refining Sword into Threads, and the Sword Qi Indestructible Sword Art realm, he slashed a beam of sword light that coincidentally aligned perfectly with that winding blood-gold vein.

No extra force was used; the sword light flashed and vanished.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword returned to its sheath.

The fifth-grade superior-grade Heaven Metal Slaying Ten Thousand Dao Array covering the Wang Ting Wangting Fudi before him paused.

Suddenly, with a bang.

Countless Jin Chong Guang bloomed; the formation collapsed silently, possessing no killing power whatsoever.

(End of this chapter)