Chapter 988: Broken Sword Tip, From the King

An invisible wave of divine sense unknowingly settled into the soul of the True Person Chun Jian Shi, then vanished swiftly.

"The Blood River Legacy..."

In an instant, Jiang Ding knew many things.

For some reason, the Blood River King had scattered a vast amount of legacies to several nearby worlds; both humans and demons could cultivate them. They possessed numerous advantages such as rapid cultivation speed, low consumption, low aptitude requirements, and a low entry threshold, leading many human and demon cultivators to practice them in secret, even though the Demon Rock Clan strictly forbade it.

Because the living environment of these human and demon cultivators was extremely harsh.

Even if the Demon Rock Clan people didn't beat them to death, if their power was weak, they would be beaten to death by various dangers in daily life; they simply couldn't afford to worry about things too far away.

"Blood Dao cultivators are a synonym for cockroaches."

"The Blood River King might not be dead."

Jiang Ding's heart stirred.

If they were of the same realm and lacked overwhelming power, Blood Dao cultivators were always famous for their tenacious vitality; unless they provoked a Great Emperor, it was quite difficult to kill them.

As for a Great Emperor taking action?

Generally not; Great Emperors have their own affairs and cannot manage the matters below every day, being too lazy to bother.

Just like Jiang Ding in the Northern Plains; he generally did not manage matters of the Nascent Soul realm, leaving them to the Great Sun Sword Disciple and Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, and was usually too lazy to handle affairs.

Unless an incident caused a huge uproar and affected the foundation of tax revenue, he would not move.

It must be known that Jiang Ding was already extremely diligent in governance.

For other Tianjuns, it was quite normal to not appear even once for hundreds or thousands of years, completely disappearing as if gone.

Void Refinement cultivators were even more distant.

"The Blood River King, this person might be useful."

Jiang Ding recorded this information.

Immediately, he ignored it again and continued to lie in wait, only taking further action when new messages arrived from behind; he would do nothing superfluous, because doing more meant making more mistakes.

"The second test."

Jiang Ding began the work he had long planned, his divine sense touching the tip of the broken sword.

In the next moment, he vanished from the soul of the pillar.

Liu Dao Sect.

Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting.

This is the center of the world, the holy land in the hearts of hundreds of millions of cultivators, where countless powerful figures were born and became famous throughout the world.

This era belongs to the era of Master Tushan.

This era has just begun; it will last for thousands, even tens of thousands of years. If the next generation of Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun is successfully born, it could even extend the Master Tushan era for tens of thousands of years.

Many cultivators, from birth to death, were shrouded in the glory of Master Tushan.

Black Hei Mo Gong.

A youth in green robes opened his eyes.

"The sky,"

"It's so damn blue, so damn beautiful!"

Jiang Ding sighed.

Immediately, his eyes revealed a fierce light.

"That piece of dried, rotten meat!"

"Just a mere Void Refinement cultivator, you dare to scare me, you dare to scare me!"

"I thought you were much stronger."

Jiang Ding said coldly: "You had better not provoke me again, or if you get beaten to death by the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi, I will have one less enemy and one less future whetstone."

The Great Sun Dayang Tianchi had already recovered its Void Refinement realm power.

Although the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi would not participate in any power struggles of the Nascent Soul or Soul Transformation realms and would sit idly by while the Great Sun Sword Disciple was beaten to death, this did not diminish its might.

Being in the Northern Plains, Jiang Ding felt much more relaxed.

Heaven help us, the pressure in the Jiao Jiao Mingyu was truly too great; once exposed, it was highly possible to be beaten by a group of Great Emperors from the Demon Emperor Clan, and the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi simply couldn't handle it; a slight delay would cause it to be broken.

It would be different if the Great Sun Sword Master came.

"The Great Sun Sword Master is still growing and cannot come..."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, gazing at the broken sword tip that had been residing in his soul for who knew how long.

"This thing, my opportunity, has a very grand background... regardless of whether it crosses domains or not, it still shuttles through without any effect..."

Suddenly, Jiang Ding's body trembled.

At this moment, the broken sword tip flickered imperceptibly.

"... King..."

"... Be careful... of Time..."

She transmitted such a faint thought, then, as if having exhausted all her strength, fell silent once more.

Jiang Ding was stunned.

Clang!

The Taqing Flying Sword suddenly unsheathed!

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

She transmitted a wave of frantic emotion, rushing wildly through the Black Hei Mo Gong like a madwoman; immense destructive pressure spread across heaven and earth, countless spaces were slashed apart, countless chaotic black holes appeared, and the entire Black Hei Mo Gong creaked and groaned, seeming ready to explode and shatter at any moment.

Many Nascent Soul realm Master Tushan maidens on duty watched this direction with trembling hearts, almost suffocating.

"That,"

"That, you, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Ding suddenly felt a bit guilty.

Clang!

The Great Clarity Flying Sword ceased all its frenzied, chaotic slashing and instantly flew back into its sheath.

She sent no response, falling silent once more.

Jiang Ding could not figure it out no matter how much he pondered.

After much thought, confirming the Great Clarity Flying Sword had no issues, Jiang Ding turned his attention back to the broken sword tip.

At this moment, she possessed no special qualities whatsoever, resembling a rusted iron fragment, resting quietly within his sea of consciousness.

The ability to traverse space remained preserved, unaffected in any way.

"King?"

"What King? The King of the Horned Demon Clan?"

Jiang Ding pondered carefully: "Who is she speaking to? To me? To some unknown existence?"

"Beware of Time?"

"Could Time hold danger?"

"What dangerous enemies exist within Time?"

"And what kind of King..."

Numerous questions arose in Jiang Ding's heart; yet, none could be answered, just like this broken sword tip, suddenly appearing in his life, perceived intimately by him, and dug out.

Everything was so abrupt.

Jiang Ding spent several years pondering this matter, yet gained nothing.

He grasped nothing; it was entirely baseless speculation, impossible to yield anything useful. In the end, his Dao Heart became turbulent and unstable, no longer firm.

"Temporarily set aside."

Jiang Ding used his Heart Sword to sever all questions, sealing them deep within his sea of consciousness, no longer dwelling on them.

He continued to cultivate on the Yin-Yang Primordial Magnetism Absolute Spirit Mountain, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the light of primordial magnetism, feeling utterly at ease and comfortable in his heart, with no fear whatsoever.

This was his world, his domain, the land shrouded by the radiance of his order.

During leisure from cultivation.

Jiang Dedicated some time to attending to the administration of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting.

Another hundred-plus years passed, and the world underwent many changes.

By now, more than two hundred years had elapsed since the unification of the Minor Thousand Worlds; traces of many things from the past—the Northern Origin families, the Western Desert Demon Beast Dynasties, the Eastern Sea Divine Court, and so on—had nearly vanished completely, existing only in ancient histories and the memories of a few.

The new generation of cultivators who had grown up was accustomed to being born under the radiance of the Master Tushan Laws, accustomed to obeying the law; compared to the previous generation of cultivators, their moral quality and cultivation had improved greatly.

Currently, the number of Nascent Soul cultivators throughout Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting has grown to over four hundred, of whom two hundred and seventeen are sword cultivators from the Great Sun Longsword Prefecture, a very high proportion, even terrifying, exceeding fifty percent.

The Great Sun Sword Cultivators are reviving in this world.

However, the subsequent increase in the number of sword cultivators should slow down drastically.

Because there is no more war.

Without war, there are no sword cultivators; mere security incidents are simply insufficient. Without the irrigation of blood, without the withering of lives, sword cultivators cannot grow.

It is estimated that the number of Nascent Soul cultivators in the entire world will increase to around six hundred, then stop.

This relates to the carrying limit of the world's Immortal Dao ecosystem and also to the regulation by Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, through economy, inheritance, pills, magical treasures, and many

aspects of regulation, restricting the uncontrolled growth of cultivators to avoid destroying the Immortal Dao ecosystem and thereby destroying themselves.

Naturally, many Jin Dan and Nascent Soul cultivators will be unwilling during this process.

No matter; suppression is the answer.

No organizational entity can satisfy everyone; uniting the vast majority is sufficient.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

Continue tonight.