Chapter 942: Forging the Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Divine Light

After thanking Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun repeatedly, Jiang Ding asked again about the situation in Jiao Jiao Mingyu.

This unknown immortal-dao civilization weighed on everyone's mind, leaving them uneasy, thinking of it every moment without pause; those with weaker mental fortitude would even give rise to inner demons, unable to enter a cultivation state, and had to rely on spellwork to seal their own memories just to live normally.

"Everything is normal."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun thought for a moment, and after verifying Jiang Ding's clearance level multiple times, said: "The Shadow Demon Abyss lurking disciples have not been discovered so far, or at least they have not been caught. They are lying low normally, burrowing into the bodies and divine souls of lower-tier cultivators among the fox race, stone race, and other hundred races of Jiao Jiao Mingyu. They are merely lurking and observing, and have not caused any anomalies in those they inhabit, nor gone actively seeking any intelligence."

"Shadow Demon Abyss is quite professional in this area; our intelligence department has learned a great deal."

Jiang Ding concurred.

In extraterritorial reconnaissance and infiltration, the most important thing is safety; do not be hasty. As time passes, as the lurking cultivators go through birth, aging, sickness, and death, many things will be experienced naturally—there is no need to gild the lily.

"Among them, the Shadow Demon Dao Child and several Shadow Demon Abyss inheritance disciples are lurking within the divine souls of lower-tier cultivators of the Jiao Demon Imperial Race, preparing to experience the full life of their infiltration targets. Only when the target dies will they choose a nearby infant of the Jiao Demon Imperial Race with the most exceptional talent to infiltrate, cycling endlessly."

"Shadow Demon Abyss's plan is, if conditions permit, it is best to naturally infiltrate into the upper circles of the Jiao Ming Imperial Race through the births, aging, sickness, and deaths of ten or more generations of cultivators, in order to obtain more precise intelligence."

"The best outcome would undoubtedly be for the cultivator the Shadow Demon Dao Child inhabits to be a once-in-an-era prodigy, who ultimately breaks through their bottleneck against the odds and finally achieves the position of a Great Emperor of the Jiao Demon Race."

"Their patience is excellent. Even when other great powers urged them on, they were refused without hesitation by the great powers of Shadow Demon Abyss. Their professionalism is very high; there is no blind command."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun did not stint on his praise, holding the operational standards of Shadow Demon Abyss in considerable admiration.

"Hopefully so."

Jiang Ding expressed the same hope.

Although the eight great powers were mad, they would not be impatient over mere hundreds or thousands of years; their patience, compared to ordinary cultivators, was unimaginably immense. Their timescale of life was simply so.

The two discussed for a while the research and application of Jin Zhi causality in Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, especially its application in the Wan Hua Ci Yuan Jing and the Shangzhen Dongxuan Jin Jing.

The nine scriptures of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong had always been half a step weaker than those of Jiudaxian Sect in terms of Gong Fa.

This led to Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong cultivators, under equal conditions, having somewhat lesser magic power quality and lower chances of breaking through bottlenecks compared to Jiudaxian Sect cultivators—it concerned their Dao path.

Jin Zhi causality, this immortal-dao result comprehended from immortal arts, held the hope of pushing these two true scriptures of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong a step further from a hundred-foot pole, achieving a breakthrough. Many Canghai Tianjun of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong were participating.

"This project is rather difficult."

Master Canghai

Canghai Tianjun sighed: "We have actually already produced results—several, in fact—but we are not certain which one is more correct, or if they are merely Li De Zuo Fa. It would be best to have a true Void Refinement scripture for reference; even a not-so-good Void Refinement scripture would be enough."

"The problem is there is none."

"But it doesn't matter. The Central Array Spirit Computer can just verify for a few more hundred years. If no problems are found by then, we'll just start cultivating directly. If it's wrong, then consider it paving the way for the cultivators who come after. The cultivators of past dynasties of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong all walked this path; perhaps we are no exception."

"It can only be so."

Jiang Ding felt somewhat heavy at heart.

Gong Fa concerns a cultivator's entire life. Once wrong, the Dao path could dim in an instant—it is not as light as it sounds when spoken. This is precisely why many Canghai Tianjun hesitate; even when Gong Fa emerges, they dare not cultivate it.

The two chatted for a while, then parted ways to continue with their own affairs.

Jiang Ding returned to the Dayang Dayang Tianchi Solar Abyss, blocked Moon Spirit's perception, and vanished.

In past cultivation, he would do this from time to time—sometimes sleeping and not wanting to be seen, sometimes practicing the sword, sometimes for no reason at all, casually sealing himself off regardless of Moon Spirit's objections.

By now, it had even become such that for Moon Spirit's will to enter the Solar Abyss, it had to knock and obtain permission before entering, ensuring absolute privacy within the Solar Abyss.

Many high-tier cultivators were like this, accustomed to solitude; there was nothing out of the ordinary.

……

Liu Dao Sect, upon the Liu Dao Wang Zuo.

A youth in green opened his faintly crimson eyes, his divine sense sweeping the four directions; with every movement, vast killing intent surged forth, freezing everything in icy coldness.

Jiang Ding's gaze fell first upon the abyss pool within the palace.

Within the water-ripple-like primordial magnetic light, a deep-blue primordial magnetic dragon flickered in and out of view. Occasionally revealing a wisp of its aura, all Wu Xing Fa within a range of several hundred li were utterly nullified, and its true form was revealed.

Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Divine Light!

After a full two hundred-plus years, it had finally condensed into form and could be used for sword-forging.

"…Kill…"

"…I am the god of heaven and earth… the spirit of heaven and earth…"

Sensing Jiang Ding's gaze, from within that blue spring came faint, half-there roars, carrying intense savagery and greed—it had detected a perfect vessel, and obtaining it could be used for its own breakthrough and growth.

This was a newly born mountain deity, nurtured by heaven and earth, knowing nothing of how to conceal its desires. To want was to want; it would simply take, simply kill.

"…A naturally born mountain-river deity? …"

Jiang Ding said in surprise: "You dare to birth your own will within my Yin-Yang Primordial Magnetic Divine Light, seeking to plunder what is mine—"

."

"Who gave you this confidence?"

Such natural deities, embodiments of mountain and river will, were legendary as the very first immortal-dao beings. Their tier was high—at the fifth tier, born already at the Soul Transformation Realm. Their methods were rather primitive, and they would often be supplanted in subsequent world development by more intelligent, more diligent beings.

"Kill!"

The will within the abyss pool suddenly sensed the bindings around it had been lifted, and was greatly delighted.

It roared, transforming into a primordial magnetic dragon that nullified the Wu Xing Fa of heaven and earth, and charged at the green-clad youth upon the Wang Zuo. Its attack carried the property of light, arriving in an instant—terrifying even among Soul Transformation cultivators; a moment's carelessness and one would be sealed by its innate power, at its mercy.

"Not bad."

"You're passable."

Jiang Ding nodded, not underestimating it, and drew his long sword with a ringing sound.

The sword was drawn, then returned to its sheath.

It seemed as though no sword-light had ever appeared; only a single ethereal, clear sword-humming sound lingered, echoing through the palace.

"I am the primordial magnetic deity of mountain and river…"

The primordial magnetic dragon formed by the Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Divine Light roared as it charged in, its great pupils flickering with the most primal killing intent.

Its body, however, suddenly stiffened, halting in midair.

An invisible, searing pain appeared within its body, instantly draining all its strength; its body went limp, its steps staggering.

He was about to say more when darkness fell before his eyes and he lost all consciousness.

The massive Rushan Yuan Magnetic Dragon body suddenly collapsed.

In the original spot, only a black-and-white divine light remained, constantly twisting and cycling, spinning endlessly, radiating a faint aura of the Five Elements seal.