Chapter 979: Dao Children at the Immortal Gate

"Jiang Ding Zi,"

The Taiyin Sword Child, Yu Yu Qianzi, called out to Jiang Ding and asked, "May I stay at Dayang Dayang Tianchi?"

"You should know that Dayang Dayang Tianchi was built with the participation of our Moon Lineage. The spirit of the lake is called Moon."

She said indignantly.

Dayang Dayang Tianchi was undoubtedly the most suitable place for sword cultivators to cultivate and reside in this realm, especially the banks of the Moon Xihe, which suited a Moon Lineage sword cultivator like her best.

The surrounding Dao Children immediately glanced over.

"Junior Sister Yu truly lives up to being a sword cultivator."

Antu Zi remarked with a sigh.

Truly fearless — daring to live together with the Dayang Sword Child.

Forget any talk of the greater good, of promises.

The Dayang Sword Child often could not control his bloodthirsty instincts at all. Under the drive of that mad instinct, the greater good, the general trend, reason — none of it worked.

He was like a volcano that could erupt at any moment — chaotic, out of control.

The inheritance of the Dayang Sword Pavilion was so despicable.

'Still, this might be a good thing.'

Many Dao Children's hearts stirred.

It would be better if the Dayang Sword Child lost control sooner.

Seeing such an outcome, the sect's many elders might change some of their plans — even sending just the nine of them alone would be fine.

That sword-crazy lunatic was strong in combat, sure, but what use was he in this kind of battle lurking in a foreign realm?

He'd only make things worse!

"You want to stay at Dayang Dayang Tianchi?"

Jiang Ding turned his head, his brow furrowing slightly.

Dayang Dayang Tianchi was his home.

He was very averse to having outsiders received at his own home.

But the greater good now was the unity of the Immortal Gate and the Badaxian Sect.

If it touched fundamental interests, then so be it — turn hostile when needed, fight when needed. This was not only proper but necessary; no need to indulge anyone.

But on small matters like this, one still had to show some consideration.

After all, if the Immortal Gate and the Xianzong fell out now, it would be a tremendous loss to both sides and a blow to human civilization — enough to make the Horned Demon Imperial Clan laugh their heads off.

"Fine."

Jiang Ding turned and flew up into the upper atmosphere, back to the Tiangang orbit.

A bit impolite.

It formed a sharp contrast with the warmth just moments ago.

"Sorry to trouble you, Dao Friend."

Yu Yu Qianzi smiled faintly, yet did not feel he had been rude in any way.

Within the sect, among the Moon Lineage sword cultivators, such behavior was very common. Many sword cultivators were cold, keeping strangers at arm's length, not very warm at all.

Sword cultivators often displayed their emotions directly, valuing a clear and bright sword-heart. They did not have as much as law cultivators did — the deep, unfathomable minds, emotions hidden from the face, attending to every aspect of —

the occasion.

Two streaks of sword-light, one ahead and one behind — one cool and clear as the moon, the other dazzling as the blazing sun — quickly vanished from sight.

The surrounding Dao Children were slightly dazed.

"Those two, seen from afar, look like a pair of immortal lovers, their paths close, complementary."

Ji Liuyue sighed: "In the distant past, in the era of the Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion, the Dayang Sword Child and the Taiyin Sword Child were companions born of each other. When the two joined hands to perform sword arts, they often became the most powerful among the Dao Children."

"When ascending to Refining Void, because this realm lacked resources, one side would often sacrifice themselves to fulfill the other, without complaint or regret."

"What a tragically beautiful love…"

She showed a look of regret, deeply yearning for such a love unto death.

"That view is off the mark."

"I'm afraid it's not really so beautiful, is it?"

As they walked and chatted, the Brother Xuanwu Dao Child said with a cold laugh: "Both are prodigies of the realm, born Dao Bodies. No matter how tragically beautiful the love, unto death — who would willingly sacrifice themselves to fulfill another?"

"Later, that generation's Dayang Sword Master violated the pact with the previous Taiyin Sword Master, slaughtering the Moon Lineage, leaving Dayang supreme. Presumably that was his unwillingness — even resentment — toward such a pact."

"Nothing happens without cause."

"Senior Brother Brother Xuanwu, you're being too much of a killjoy."

Ji Liuyue said, displeased: "This junior sister has studied the Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion. Between the Dayang Sword Child and the Taiyin Sword Child of the Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion, they easily attracted each other, easily fell in love."

Just as, no matter what, through all the changes of the world, yin and yang would ultimately converge — between them, they would inevitably become lovers.

"In the face of that, what is there to fear in death?"

"Let alone dying for a loved one."

She was accustomed to referring to herself as junior sister.

Regardless of which Xianzong Dao Child she faced, this was related to how the Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Dao Child was accustomed to being protected by the other Dao Children, providing them healing, support, and defense.

"I still stand by my view."

The Brother Xuanwu Dao Child disagreed: "It's normal for one or two pairs of Dayang Sword Children and Taiyin Sword Children to have such a love — every generation is like that, absolutely impossible."

"Those tragically beautiful love stories between the Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion's sword children are nothing but tales fabricated and spread by some overly sentimental female cultivators."

"The path of the Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion already harbored great hidden dangers by then. The proof is that by the late period of the sect, it gradually sank to the bottom of the Jiudaxian Sect."

"Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion — sun, moon,"

"Because this realm lacks resources, only a solitary Great Sun and a solitary Lunar remain, and their Dao has already developed a fatal flaw."

"Moreover, I saw in the records left by that generation's Ancestor that he wrote, both excited and worried, a conjecture that the Jiudaxian Sect might become the Badaxian Sect."

"Who would have thought that today his words would prove prophetic."

Brother Brother Xuanwu sighed.

The Jiudaxian Sect did indeed become the Badaxian Sect, yet in its place rose the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect—such is the fickleness of worldly affairs.

"Then, will this generation's Great Sun Sword Child and Lunar Sword Child become Dao companions?"

Antu asked.

He had no interest in the history of the past, caring far more about the present.

"Impossible."

"The Sword Child of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion will never become Dao companions with anyone."

Jin Yu Zhi said decisively: "How could such an extreme madman possibly have a Dao companion? Who would dare be his Dao companion? Aren't they afraid he'll suddenly go berserk, draw his sword to annihilate the mortal world, and temper his Sword Heart?"

"This is the result of discussions I had with many sisters."

She added.

The tragic love between the Great Sun Sword Child and the Lunar Sword Child of the Sun Moon Sword Pavilion is passed down by word of mouth among many female cultivators of the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, a hot topic in the Nai Shi Gao Jie, with a kind of idol-like worship attached to it.

Because of this, the female cultivators of the Jieyuxian Sect utterly despise the Sword Children of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, loathed by gods and ghosts alike, believing they betrayed the covenant and personally burned to ashes a love unto death.

"In that case, it is rather a pity…"

Antu said with regret.

The few of them strolled slowly through Qingfeng University, appearing casual and affable, yet not a single person around them—from mortals below to Nascent Soul cultivators above—could see them, clearly deemed unworthy to behold their faces.

The "equality" within the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, where a mortal would dare call a Nascent Soul cultivator by their great name, is considered rude and loathsome in their eyes, and they do not like it.

If this were in the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, such mortals and low-level cultivators would already be dead.

Billions of people act this way, and billions of people must die.

When the Son of Heaven is angered, a million corpses fall and blood flows enough to float shields—this is not exaggeration for the Dao Children of the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, but the very daily reality of their lives.

The seven Dao Children walked through Qingfeng University, their bearing dreamlike and illusory, as if traversing another Xian Gao Jie, separated from the teachers and students around them, beings of an entirely different world.