Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1720: Chapter 1688: Only the Ruthless Great Sun Sword Master Is Her King

The Harmonization Stage’s mid-phase previous generation Dari Swordsman was kneeling before the current Great Sun Sword Master, having lost all fighting spirit.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword, a sword-light cleaved through the middle with a vertical strike.

Mingguang Zi was struck without any ability to resist, the protective shield on his body shattered, and he was harshly slammed down in the starry sky, vomiting blood ceaselessly.

He remained silent, struggled to get up, and continued to prostrate on the ground.

The surrounding sword cultivators were as silent as cicadas in winter.

The killing intent in the surroundings grew increasingly cold, unchanged by the opponent’s submission, as if death were about to descend.

Mingguang Zi trembled.

He knew this killing intent was very real.

The current Great Sun Sword Master had no friendship with him, absolutely no intention to threaten him, killing intent simply meant killing intent.

The Divine Soul was almost frozen!

“Sword Master!”

“I see no hope now!”

Underneath the shadow of death, Mingguang Zi roared, “For tens of thousands of years, I have always been unable to draw closer to the true Upper Realm Immortal Sect Disciple, I have tried countless times, fought countless bloody battles, all to no avail!”

“I can barely even approach the Inheritance Disciples!”

“The Great Sun Swordsmanship is too immature, only with a history of hundreds of thousands of years, compared to the ancient Immortal Sects’ tens of millions of years of inheritance, compared to the exquisite cultivation methods deduced by generations of the Supreme, it pales too much!”

“The Great Sun Swordsmanship is in the future!”

“But the future is not me!”

The icy killing intent continued to accumulate, about to fall.

“Sword Master!”

“Give me time!”

Mingguang Zi suddenly enlightened, gritting his teeth, “Give me time, in the future, I will definitely achieve a new breakthrough in Great Sun Swordsmanship, reverse and slaughter the current Great Sun Sword Master, and once again ascend to the peak of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion!”

The surrounding killing intent vanished completely.

The green-clothed youth looked towards the distant sky, pondering something unknown.

“Remember your ambition.”

“Mingguang Zi.”

Jiang Ding said coldly, “The Great Sun Swordsmanship requires ambition, without ambition and pride one cannot proceed, sword cultivators without ambition and pride hold no value.”

“Show me your Great Sun Swordsmanship.”

“Yes!”

Mingguang Zi respectfully handed over a jade slip.

It was also the “Great Sun Sword Sutra,” remaining thus until the Harmonization Stage, with its heritage originating from Xi Yuan, further refined by Mingguang Zi and numerous Great Sun Sword cultivators, making it more complete, although still not reaching the Heavenly Human Rank.

Nevertheless, it could still be considered a rare inheritance in the Upper Realm.

Jiang Ding did not take the jade slip, merely sweeping over with his Divine Sense, instantly comprehending the exploration of Great Sun Swordsmanship by Upper Realm Great Sun sword cultivators, and fell into contemplation.

Indeed, there was much useful within, even glimpsing some Heavenly Man’s thoughts.

However, it was overly formalistic.

Like a rigid imitation of the madness and destruction of the Great Sun Swordsmanship, not touching its deepest part, with too many similarities to the Pure Yang Sword Dao of the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm.

“Pass on this “Great Sun Sword Sutra.”

“Do not disgrace the Great Sun Ancestor Master’s path.”

Jiang Ding distastefully tossed Mingguang Zi a brand-new jade slip.

This was the revised “Great Sun Sword Sutra” by every generation’s Great Sun Sword Master, now the eighteenth-generation version.

The Great Sun Ancestor Master had been gracious to the current Great Sun Sword Master.

Now it had to be admitted, that the Xianmen Sect is not suitable for the inheritance of Great Sun Swordsmanship, its political system is utterly incompatible with the Great Sun Swordsmanship.

In the situation where he might die in a Holy Sword Fight at any time, out of a Dao Heart, Jiang Ding was unwilling to let the Great Sun Ancestor Master’s heritage be sullied by a wastrel like Mingguang Zi.

This was a blasphemy against the Great Sun Ancestor Master’s great wisdom!

“Yes…”

Mingguang Zi accepted the jade slip, his Divine Sense scanning over for a glance, and his body trembled.

The scriptures far exceeded his imagination, the accumulation of tens of billions of Great Sun sword cultivators over tens of thousands of years in the Upper Realm was but a pile of rotten wood compared to this scripture, completely incomparable.

Just this one scripture could greatly elevate the strength of Upper Realm’s Great Sun sword cultivators!

His own path of Dao shone much brighter because of this scripture, the road ahead appeared much clearer, no longer as confused.

“The system of Great Sun Sword cultivation needs reform.”

“Here is the program, planning for each institution, and a fifty-thousand-year research plan, among which, the ten-thousand-year research plan is detailed, the subsequent forty-thousand-year plan is modifiable but must achieve the stage objectives.”

“If the stage objectives are not met…”

Jiang Ding’s tone was cold.

In his view, the current Great Sun Dao vein was utterly chaotic, having never been on the right track, many research resources completely wasted.

“Sword Master!”

“Subordinate accepts the command!”

Mingguang Zi felt a chill.

These reforms bore similarities to the Eastern Devil School’s system, yet he did not resist because submitting to a stronger entity was the most primitive instinct of Great Sun sword cultivators, stronger entities represent more correct paths.

“Also,”

“Your army formation is too clumsy, even more so than your cultivation methods.”

Jiang Ding showed more disdain, tossing them an array diagram: “The army formation needs modification within twenty years, and then go to battle.”

“These weaklings should not die under my sword.”

One after another, orders were issued, clearing away the various past mistakes and issues of the Great Sun Dao vein, as surrounding sword cultivators and Tushan maids gradually dispersed.

They required growth through warfare.

Not just them.

Similarly, the Great Sun Sword Master needed to seek his own Sword Dao amidst life and death!

The green-clothed youth found a mountain peak, sat cross-legged, placing the Taiqing Flying Sword before him, closed his eyes to meditate, thus merging with the sunlight.

A century.

When said a century, it was exactly a century, not a second more, nor a second less.

Behind him came light footsteps.

A young girl in a white dress, about one and a half meters in height, quickly followed, quietly standing behind him.

“Years of friendship,”

“Any last wishes?”

The Great Sun Sword Master meditated with eyes closed, a calm voice emerged.

Just breaths ago there was melancholy, perhaps even something vaguely reminiscent, but within a few breaths, these emotions vanished instantly.

Like that sun in the high heavens, eternal, neither happy nor sad.

“No last wishes.”

“My lord.”

Gong Caiyu gently shook her head, her eyes carrying a joyful look.

This was the Dari swordsman she had accompanied for tens of thousands of years, not a Supreme Forgetfulness cultivator, his emotions rich unlike those from the Immortal Path.

However, these emotions did not affect his Sword Dao.

Ruthless, powerful, cruel, endlessly devoted and proud of the Sword Dao.

This was her lord.

Her monarch.

“Then,”

“Farewell.”

Jiang Ding gave her a deep look, falling into contemplation.

The wind howled past the mountain peak.

This mountain peak had always been quiet, with one sitting cross-legged and the other standing, they spent their last moments without words, silently.

In the distant world, the battles between Taoist disciples grew more cruel, more intense.

The heavens collapsed and the earth shattered, rules crumbled, Minor Thousand Worlds shifted, as the Taiyin and Taiyang Sword Child fell into struggle, injuries appearing from time to time, more than once the body of the Sun Sword Child shattered, a pitiful sight.