Chapter 933: A New Dao Child Appears

The Immortal Gate suddenly convened a military meeting.

"What happened?"

"Have those eight lunatics truly gone mad?"

Jiang Ding murmured, many guesses surfacing in his heart.

Over the past century, things had not been peaceful. Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun had led fleets into the depths of the realm many times to "exchange martial arts" and "discuss the Dao" with the great powers of the Badaxian Sect, and the final result never changed—they were all draws.

Nominally this was an exchange of martial arts, but in reality the Immortal Gate and the Badaxian Sect had accumulated many more grievances that needed resolving, and in the end they had reluctantly come up with this method.

Neither side was satisfied with the final result.

Closing the message, Jiang Ding rose, descended once more into the planet's atmosphere, and flew toward the Xiandu Library.

In the atmospheric stratosphere, he turned his gaze inward to examine himself.

A century had passed. The magic power in his dantian had grown considerably; he was already past the midpoint of the path from mid Nascent Soul to late Nascent Soul, and it was estimated he would need another hundred-plus years to break through to late Nascent Soul.

Additionally, the fifty-trillion loan for the super capital ship had been approved and paid to the Lianyun Port Gang Chuan Bo Zhong Heavy Industries Group; the super capital ship was currently under construction, with completion expected in another two hundred-plus years.

It would probably be usable by late Nascent Soul.

No need to worry about waste—the super capital ship would accompany him for life, and would continue to be upgraded in the future, all the way up to Hua Shen Qi and beyond.

Arriving at the deepest part of the Golden Imperial Palace, everyone coming and going was a Soul Transformation cultivator, and all of them were their true bodies; clones were not qualified to attend, the secrecy level was insufficient, and many of the true body's memories were not shared with clones.

Here Jiang Ding saw many familiar faces: Mieri Canghai Tianjun, Pingyang Canghai Tianjun, Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun, Yuan, Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun, and others.

Some wore uneasy expressions, some were full of anticipation, some were deeply worried—they were all family here, very relaxed, hiding nothing.

Jiang Ding walked into the Golden Imperial Palace, glanced left and right, came to Mieri Canghai Tianjun's side and sat down; Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun and Pingyang Canghai Tianjun and the others were also nearby.

No one spoke; each had their own guesses in their hearts, silently waiting.

Suddenly, a verdant figure walked into the Golden Imperial Palace.

"This is…"

Jiang Ding felt a sudden pang in his heart.

He turned his head.

At some unknown point, his hand had already gripped the sword hilt.

The surrounding temperature plummeted instantly, turning into a world of ice and snow; even Soul Transformation cultivators felt their scalps prickle and their hearts turn cold.

Faint, thread-like strands of blood-gold appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes.

"This is…"

Mieri Canghai Tianjun reacted in an instant, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Calm down!"

"Calm down! Little fellow, calm down!"

Mieri Canghai Tianjun rushed over and seized Jiang Ding by the neck.

Pingyang Canghai Tianjun, Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun and the others around reacted just as quickly—some pinning his hands, some grabbing his legs—in an instant they were all over him.

Only then did Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun and the others have a moment to look toward the doorway.

A beautiful, gentle woman wearing a palace skirt, with a head of dark-green vine-like hair, hurried into the Golden Imperial Palace; she sensed something in the same instant and her body stiffened.

Then,

Whoosh!

Teacher Gu Lin vanished in an instant, fleeing the Golden Imperial Palace at a speed a hundred times faster than before.

"…What a calamity!"

"What is this even about!"

Mieri Canghai Tianjun cursed.

He clutched Jiang Ding's neck tightly, looking as though he would not stop until he strangled the breath out of him; the surrounding Canghai Tianjun did the same.

The Great Sun Sword Child,

had once again fallen into a blood-mad frenzy!

And inside the Immortal Gate, no less.

This had never happened before—the first time it had appeared; he had always been very stable in the past.

"Clearly, it wasn't like this before?"

Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun, clutching one of Jiang Ding's legs, said in bewilderment: "In the past he and Teacher Gu Lin got along very well, their coordination was very good too, nothing like this ever happened."

"Fortunately, fortunately, this time we were right beside him, and it was inside the Immortal Gate."

"If it had been out in some wild wasteland instead, Teacher Gu Lin would have been in trouble—she simply doesn't have the single-combat ability of a same-realm Dao Child of the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, escape would have been impossible."

Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun said thankfully.

"Hah! What other reason could there be!"

Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun, whose head was a computer screen and whose four limbs were mechanical arms, happened to pass by and was watching the show; he said casually: "A few years ago Teacher Gu Lin successfully used the Blood Void Heavenly Dark Gold from the embryonic form of a Horned Demon race Emperor Weapon to condense an embryonic Void Refinement Space, and has already truly taken on some of the essence of a Dao Child."

"Now, you can regard Teacher Gu Lin as a typical Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Child."

"You get it now?"

Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun blinked on his computer screen, wearing an expression that said "you get it, right?"

"Oh!"

"So that's how it is!"

Mieri Canghai Tianjun and the others suddenly understood.

Jiang Ding, who was being pinned down by all of them, did not struggle.

His hand rested on the sword hilt; the blood-gold threads in his eyes grew ever more crimson. After a dozen-odd breaths, the crimson slowly faded, and his eyes returned to their usual clear black-and-white.

"Senior, I was wrong."

"A momentary accident."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, released his hand from the sword hilt, and spoke in as calm a tone as possible, indicating that his condition was normal.

This was an inherent hidden danger passed down in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion lineage.

At set intervals, it required the fresh blood of a powerful cultivator to be poured upon it; otherwise, it would fall into utter madness—the longer it was delayed,

the more frenzied it became, until death.

Jiang Ding had always tried to control this hidden danger. He had thought he had succeeded, but it turned out he had only thought so.

"There's nothing wrong with thinking."

"Thinking isn't wrong, and it's not illegal. I often think about all sorts of messy things too—as long as you don't actually do them, it's fine."

Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun was not reassured. He extended his divine sense, checked again and again, and only after his signal did the surrounding Canghai Tianjun release their grip.

"But really, don't do it!"

Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun was still uneasy and urged again.

"Mm, I'll remember."

Jiang Ding nodded repeatedly and promised.

He felt a touch of emotion in his heart.

A Great Sun Sword Child fallen into a bloodthirsty frenzy was very dangerous, friend and foe alike—this was no secret.

History recorded it many times, and it had caused numerous sensational bloody cases.

The Great Sun Sword Child's notorious reputation, hated by gods and loathed by ghosts, was not slander—it was fact.

Yet Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun and the others still unhesitatingly held onto him, preventing him from committing some irrevocable great mistake—almost an instinctive reaction, with no time for thought.

"Not bad."

"Your self-control is a bit stronger than Chong Chong Guang Zi's. That's good."

Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun also came up to examine Jiang Ding, and finally said.

Canghai Tianjun came and went within the Golden Imperial Palace.

Before long, nearly every Canghai Tianjun still in the Immortal Sect had arrived. Even Lin Master Dinghai Zhenjun had returned, sticking close to Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun step by step, glaring fiercely at Jiang Ding, extremely annoyed.

Just now, she had almost thought she was about to die—the kind where it happens in an instant.

Jiang Ding naturally sent repeated voice transmissions, sincerely apologizing.

Many Canghai Tianjun took their seats in the Golden Imperial Palace, silent and still, a pin-drop could be heard, no idle noise. They watched the seventh-generation ruler of the Immortal Sect walk onto the main platform—Yuan.

"Fellow Daoists,"

"We're in trouble again."

Yuan skipped the formulaic pleasantries, got straight to the point, and said helplessly: "Although we didn't cooperate much and did everything we could to reasonably obstruct them, those eight madmen still successfully deduced the spatial coordinates of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan—Jiao Jiao Mingyu."

"The spatial passage leading to Jiao Jiao Mingyu has likewise been found and sealed jointly by us and the Badaxian Sect."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we are about to come into contact with Immortal Dao civilizations beyond the realm."

(End of chapter)