Chapter 962: The World Welcomes a New Order

Xi Ping'an's body stiffened.

He had almost forgotten that back when the Great Sun Sword Child was still at the Golden Core Stage, he had been hunted down by him within the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong.

He had thought the other party had also forgotten.

"Wait for death."

"You're beyond saving."

Jiang Ding slowly drew his sword, coldly saying: "Everyone who wants to kill me, whether past, present, or future, must die. This cannot be changed."

"Even if the Heavenly King Laozi himself came, it would be the same."

"No one can change it."

Clang!

The sword was drawn,

To cleave down this golden sword split-soul.

Not only now, but in the future he would also cleave its main body, along with its divine kingdom, into fragments, and its divine soul into ashes.

"Cannot be changed?"

Xi Ping'an wore a calm expression, as if he hadn't seen the sword about to shatter him.

"I possess the Great Sun Sword Child's inheritance—a Soul Transformation level inheritance."

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword steadily landed above his brow, not advancing a single inch further.

Jiang Ding stared at the split-soul before him, his expression a mix of shock and suspicion.

"Mingguang Zi is not a Sword Child like you, polluted by the Eastern Extreme Dongji Dongji Mo Men."

Xi Ping'an laughed freely: "He would not fear being surpassed by those who came after him, and thus seal away his inheritance to keep himself uniquely ahead.

The Great Sun Qingse Jianzong cannot bear a Soul Transformation inheritance, so he placed the Sword Pavilion's Soul Transformation inheritance with me, harboring a faint hope that someday a true Sword Child would be born within the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong."

"The lifespan of an Incense-Fire God is exceedingly long. Even if endless years pass and my true self is eroded by the power of incense-fire, and my true self vanishes, truly becoming what the hundreds of millions of believers imagine in their hearts, both inside and out—"

"Even so, the me of that time would still bestow the Sword Pavilion inheritance upon the new generation's Great Sun Sword Child, because this would earn their goodwill."

"Alas, when a true Great Sun Sword Child finally appeared, it turned out to be someone from the Eastern Extreme Dongji Dongji Mo Men…"

Xi Ping'an sighed deeply.

If not for this, he would have gained a powerful ally out of thin air. With his father's arrangements and the bonds of incense-fire, perhaps he could have followed the other party out of this Minor Thousand World, ascending to a higher realm, with hope for the true Great Dao.

"How about it?"

Xi Ping'an asked: "By your sword-heart oath, never kill me in any manner, and I will give you the Soul Transformation inheritance. This is what Mingguang Zi also hoped for. If he could slay you, I think his breakthrough to Void Refinement would become a certainty—stronger even than slaying Nine Dao Zi."

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword fell, piercing Xi Ping'an's brow. Intense pain surged through him.

"Why?"

Xi Ping'an was stunned.

Is my life and death really that important?

It's just one time being hunted by you, is there a need to be so petty?

"I don't trust you."

"Especially a mere split-soul."

Jiang Ding murmured: "Wait. I will find you, catch you. When that time comes, don't be in a hurry to self-destruct. My thoughts then may perhaps change."

A split-soul does not possess the qualification to negotiate with him.

No matter what, he must capture Xi Ping'an as soon as possible. Such an enemy roaming free always leaves one uneasy; it must be kept within controlled bounds.

Beyond this, the Incense-Fire God Dao.

This path, based on current performance, has a severe conflict with his own path. His Immortal Dao requires civilization, requires constant change and development, while the Incense-Fire God Dao would suppress the development of Immortal Dao civilization!

This is a violent clash of paths.

He may not be able to tolerate having this thing on his Dao journey without slaying it, yet must allow it to grow ever stronger.

After slaying Xi Ping'an's split-soul, the place fell into silence.

Accompanied by the constant humming of spatial runes, one after another Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Golden Core True Person from Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting stepped out of the teleportation array, quickly forming ranks.

"Master!"

Hei Lou Xi and the one hundred and eight thousand maids knelt in greeting.

The East Sea would be swept clean by them—eliminating all old forces, the Incense-Fire God Temples, executing fanatical believers who refused to submit, destroying the temples, and rolling out corresponding political, economic, administrative, and agricultural reforms.

"Go."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

"Go build our East Sea, transform this place into a blessed land for the cultivators of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, bring peace to all living beings under heaven, bring the Immortal Dao, and purge all who resist, whether people or forces."

"Yes, Master!"

Hei Lou Xi and the one hundred and eight thousand maids shouted fanatically.

They swiftly scattered in all directions, setting up teleportation arrays at spirit veins across the lands, seeking cultivators willing to cooperate. During this process, mortal forces executed the temple keepers and Daoist Priests of the Incense-Fire God Temples, and so on.

For the hundreds of years the Master Tushan maids had been established, aside from cultivation and combat, they had always been handling such tasks—everything was exceedingly familiar.

It was expected that within several decades, a flourishing Cultivation World would once again emerge in the East Sea, providing massive spirit stone tax revenue and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, along with continuously innovating and developing Immortal Dao knowledge.

Jiang Ding cultivated for several years within the East Sea Sword Court's fifth-grade lower-quality spirit vein, watching the changes unfolding in the East Sea.

After confirming there were no problems, he vanished amid a burst of spatial teleportation light.

……

Southern Border.

This place is known as the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

Everywhere is thick smoke and miasma, with poisonous insects and fierce beasts roaming, presenting the appearance of a primeval jungle of high mountains and dense forests.

The people living here adapt to local conditions, mostly

practicing Gu arts and poison arts; their faces are painted in garish colors, various poisonous insects fly all over the sky, making people's hearts tremble with fear and their scalps go numb.

All demonic beasts, Gu insects born with spiritual intelligence, and the holy land in the hearts of cultivators is the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Gu Divine Mountain.

Colorful clouds and mist swirl here year-round; no matter what kind of demonic beast or cultivator touches them, they are certain to die. Only the human and demon disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect can enter and exit. It is a forbidden land in the hearts of hundreds of millions of demonic beasts and cultivators in the Southern Border.

Today, a youth in green clothes, without any permission, passed through the colorful clouds and mist, walked into the mountain, yet no one came to stop him.

The entire Gu Divine Mountain was silent, save for the sound of wind in Lin Hai.

"Are they all dead?"

Jiang Ding sighed and looked toward the roadside.

A woman, with a gorgeous and voluptuous appearance, wore only scraps of cloth covering her vital points. Precious gold and silver bells adorned her ankles, emitting a melodious ringing sound with the wind, possessing the unique moving charm of Southern Border women.

But now, she was dead.

A hole was torn open in her chest, covered with traces of gnawing, as if something had feasted to its fill, swallowed the most essential heart, and then spread its wings and flew away.

This was not an isolated case.

Beside the woman lay a black tiger, with a Jin Dan Chu Qi cultivation, its chest similarly torn open, its heart vanished without a trace.

Looking further into the distance, by the roadside, on the path, on the steps, within pavilions and towers, in bathing pools, inside secret chambers and cave dwellings for cultivation... everywhere, all humans and demons, no matter what they were doing, had died at a certain moment; their hearts were devoured, and the thing within flew out, returning to the side of its true master.

Friend Friend Baizu, using human and demon disciples to refine Gu, viewed the entire sect as a giant Gu-rearing jar; before leaving, he carried out a bloody harvest.

"It is for the best that they are gone."

"After all, Friend Friend Baizu will come down later to be buried with you anyway."

Jiang Ding sighed.

He walked slowly to the mountain peak, sweeping his divine sense and sword intent in all directions, beginning to collect data on the spiritual veins and earth veins of this place, preparing to set up arrays and the foundation for the Yi Ji Ding Gao Jie array.

Once the Yi Ji Ding Gao Jie array takes shape, everything within this realm will be controlled; whether Xi Ping'an or Friend Friend Baizu are anywhere in this realm, they will be found instantly, and everything will be eradicated.

This world will welcome a brand new order.