Chapter 965: Great Sun Boundary-Setting Array

The Great Sun Longsword Corps gradually scattered across the entire Southern Frontier.

They faced alone the human race's evil Gu cultivators—evil by Master Tushan law—alongside beast cultivators, Gu insects, all manner of terrifying Gu insects, treacherous and mysterious poison arts, various miasma-cloud magical treasures, and a Southern Frontier environment riddled with traps and poisonous insects.

Each with one sword, they traveled alone—either purging a region, fleeing in disgrace, or dying far from home.

Only these outcomes exist—nothing else.

This was an almost epic scene.

Jiang Ding silently observed these sword cultivators, and a sudden premonition surged within him.

'They, in the future, will possess strength far exceeding that of the Master Tushan Maidens' Corps; thousands, tens of thousands of years hence, countless Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation cultivators will be born among them.'

'They, alone, are the true core of the Great Sun Sword Cultivators.'

To this day, the Great Sun Longsword Corps has become the most coveted, most revered holy land among young cultivators of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting.

Despite its mortality rate being extremely high—often reaching fifty percent.

But,

It offers the highest success rate for promotion within all of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting!

The probability of breaking through to Jin Dan, breaking through to Nascent Soul, and even later breaking through to Soul Transformation far surpasses that of any other sect—even higher than the promotion rate of the Master Tushan Maidens' Corps.

As long as one breaks through realm, one gains immortality.

What is death?

Such cultivators with unwavering Dao hearts are countless throughout the Cultivation World!

The latest news: the Ice Blood Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Mu Mu Tianxue, resolutely disbanded her cultivation, discarded her Bingxuedian Gong Fa, reverted to Foundation Establishment, then joined the Sword Sect and entered the Great Sun Longsword Corps, embarking on the Great Sun Sword Dao.

She keenly realized that the path most likely to lead to Soul Transformation within Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting lay within the Great Sun Longsword Corps.

Not just her—many supremely gifted Master Dinghai Zhenjun were also hesitating, for they too had seen what she saw.

The Great Sun Longsword Corps,

is gathering the very pinnacle of talent from the entire Minor Thousand Worlds!

'This is truly… a sharp blade…'

Jiang Ding's gaze flickered.

Before him appeared a vision: the scene of the Great Sun Longsword Corps just having been teleported in, magnified to reveal the faces of one hundred thousand sword cultivators.

Some were reverent, some fearful, some awestruck.

This was only natural.

Many were like this—the person before them, whether in Sword Dao or strength, far surpassed them.

But,

Jiang Ding's gaze focused on the Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Foundation Establishment Mu Mu Tianxue, Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and the faces of the new generation of Sword Dao prodigies, peering through their eyes into their souls.

They, while reverent and respectful,

were also defiant, eager, brimming with killing intent.

Some concealed these undesirable emotions well—Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Mu Mu Tianxue—the elder cultivators were more composed.

Others, like the young generation of Sword Dao prodigies, openly displayed this killing intent, this craving for slaughter, upon their faces.

They were barely short of saying: 'Old man, wait a bit—when I've grown, I'll cleave you in two with one sword.'

This had nothing to do with hatred or resentment.

This is the proper etiquette of orthodox Great Sun Sword Cultivators toward senior sword cultivators!

Generation after generation of sword cultivators continuously slay enemies, continuously slay their own seniors, pushing human sword civilization to a higher level—new replacing old, rowing upstream, if you don't advance, you fall back—this is the natural law.

'These damned brats… they're becoming more and more like Great Sun Sword Cultivators…'

Jiang Ding felt somewhat helpless.

He had done nothing at all—just sat here—and these sword cultivators had naturally become this way, nearly identical to the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

'If so, then grow.'

'Grow.'

'As long as you don't violate Master Tushan Law…'

Jiang Ding sighed.

To this day, with the death of the Ice Phoenix Clan Canghai Tianjun, Friend Friend Baizu Tian Jun fleeing, and Xi Ping'an nowhere to be found, he had no more enemies.

He truly longed for these rebellious sword cultivators to grow strong and launch a sacred sword duel against him.

Failure?

Death?

That is impossible!

It cannot happen—no preparation, no backup plans, no psychological readiness needed.

Even if it truly occurred, he would simply flee—merely bide his time, rebuild strength, and wait for another chance to fight again. What is there to fear? Why restrict his subordinates?

Others growing strong, others rising—that is their own ability.

The great Dao medicine of the heavens and earth now has one more piece.

This is a magnificent blessing.

Hum!

Amidst the spatial teleportation light, Jiang Ding returned to the Northern Plain's Liu Dao Sect.

He sat upon the Black Demon Palace's Wang Zuo, closed his eyes, and cultivated, drawing upon the magnetic forces he had not touched in nearly a century, storing them for his own cultivation.

The main matters were resolved.

Now, all he needed to do was wait—for the clearing and sweeping of the four directions to finish, for the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie Array to be completed, to thoroughly survey the entire Minor Thousand Worlds and bring them fully under control.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and cultivated, inhaling and exhaling over a thousand kilometers of celestial qi and Great Sun essence.

Between heaven and earth, vast amounts of silk-thread-like magnetostatic force surged forth, first pouring into the Yin-Yang Magnetostatic Spirit-Severing Mountain, then transforming into two magnetostatic dragons that flowed into his mouth

and nose, bit by bit increasing the magnetostatic foundation within his dantian.

Time drifted on, and before he knew it, many years had passed.

In the twenty-seventh year, the Southern Frontier was the first to complete its purge—far faster than the Master Tushan Maid Brigade in the Eastern Sea. The Great Sun Sword Capital had swept the entire Southern Frontier clean: every man-eating demonic beast, every human evil cultivator who refined people into treasures or practiced arts through human lives—all were washed clean and slain, not one left behind.

Yes, not one left behind.

Countless sword cultivators, greedy and eager, slew every single person Master Tushan's laws permitted to be slain, and nearly all of them did so in one-on-one duels against opponents of equal or lower cultivation.

One sword cultivator died, and another stepped up.

When the Great Sun Sword Capital on the expedition ran out of suitable sword cultivators—when they were all dead—they drew replacements from the rear. In such a vast world, there was no shortage of sword cultivators unafraid of death and hungry for opponents, charging forward wave after wave, an endless stream.

In the end, the morale of every demonic cultivator and yao cultivator in the entire Southern Frontier collapsed; they fled madly toward other domains, abandoning everything.

Don't be fooled by the Great Sun Sword Capital's style—all these one-on-one duels, all these equal-cultivation fights. In truth, their combat efficiency was extremely high, far surpassing the Master Tushan Maid Brigade.

Because they fought individually, tens of thousands of battlefields unfolded across the Southern Frontier at once—each sword cultivator suppressing a region alone!

By comparison, the Master Tushan Maid Brigade placed great emphasis on discipline: if they could gang up on someone, they absolutely would not duel one-on-one; if they could suppress with a Nascent Soul cultivator, they absolutely would not use a Jin Dan cultivator. Steady and methodical, advancing step by step—efficient too, with very few casualties—but the speed of purging enemies was far inferior to the Great Sun Sword Capital.

The sword cultivators' way of fighting had no flaws, except for the cost of lives.

This left many immortals who valued legion discipline and wanted to rebuke the Great Sun Sword Capital for being unorganized and undisciplined with nothing to say.

When your battle results are inferior to another's, what face do you have to keep talking nonsense?

As time went on, in the thirty-eighth year, the Master Tushan Maid Brigade in the Eastern Sea also finished purging all the lewd incense shrines throughout the Eastern Sea, completed various economic, tax, and agricultural reforms, transformed customs and mores, and thoroughly uprooted Xi Ping'an's divine incense faith entirely.

Twenty years later, as cultivators across the various regions had hands to spare, they extensively used formation tools custom-made by the immortal sects to construct formations, and the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie formation was finally completed.

This realm was finally completely in his grasp.

"Xi Ping'an, Friend Friend Friend Baizu Tian Jun, are you still in this realm?"

Jiang Ding flew out of the Liu Dao Sect, arrived at the center of the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie formation in the sky, and revealed a look of anticipation.