Chapter 966 - 966 937 Monarch Over the Liudao Sect

966: Chapter 937: Monarch Over the Liudao Sect 966: Chapter 937: Monarch Over the Liudao Sect Visiting a friend.

Han Lin said his real body had gone to visit a friend and was not at home.

“Then what are you doing here?”

Jiang Ding’s expression turned cold.

“Not right!”

Immediately after, Jiang Ding thought of something, his eyes slightly lighting up, “I have seen the captured documents of the Incense Fire Divine Dao of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.

The Incense Fire Divine Court is the foundation of Divine Dao deities; even if their avatars or real bodies die, they will not die.”

“Only by completely eliminating and destroying the Incense Fire Divine Court of the Incense Fire deities will they truly die.”

“Hahaha!

You can’t fool me!”

In an instant, Jiang Ding’s gaze softened a lot, no longer cold and rejecting people thousands of miles away.

“Is that so?”

“My father is the Great Sun Sword Master Xi Yuan of the previous generation, nearly invincible.”

Xi Ping’an didn’t care in the slightest, nor was he flustered as he said, “He chose this path for me—stable and peaceful, and gave me a precious treasure of the Incense Fire path.

I have the possibility of advancing to Refining Nothingness.”

“Moreover, I won’t be targeted by the nearly mad Mingguang Zi in the later stage.

I am useless to him.”

“Right, I’m also useless to you.”

Xi Ping’an smiled, “My father made arrangements for me.

If you kill me, you will not gain any enlightenment, and you might even fall deeper into a state of bloodthirsty madness.”

He appeared very composed and carefree, not attempting to smooth things over with the Dari Swordsman.

Because he knew it was completely useless, having a deep understanding of the Dari Swordsman.

The soft and friendly look in Jiang Ding’s eyes vanished in an instant.

“Furthermore,”

“As it happens, my Incense Fire Divine Court is movable.

Not only can it move, but it can also shrink down to a tiny size and be sealed within the depths of space,”

Xi Ping’an said with a smile.

As the direct descendant named for peace by an Immortal of Refining Nothingness, he was very confident in his ability to survive, even considering it superior to Mingguang Zi’s.

“Oh?”

Jiang Ding’s complexion grew grim.

Then, he collected himself.

The Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s proficiency in Concealment Spells was just so-so.

Their ability to conceal themselves in the Domain was basically bottom-tier!

One could even say that the proficiency in Concealment Spells of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion might be inferior to some top sects below the Immortal Sects, always advocating for extreme openness and integrity.

“Swordsman, the reason I came here today,”

“was to see if there was a chance to ally with Wan Zhu, or at least try to find a way to save him.”

Xi Ping’an sighed, “However, although his strength is still reasonable, his own weaknesses are too great, and he died by your hand in such a short time, unable to use his strength to its full extent.”

“My real body originally intended to transport here, but upon seeing this, it immediately gave up on me and didn’t come, without a hint of sentimentality.”

“Alas,”

“such is the bitter fate of us avatars!”

He wore an expression of woe.

In that moment, the avatars lurking in the Northern Plains’ Great Sun Sword Sect, in Tushan Immortal City, in the Immortal Sword Dojo laboratory, and the avatar of Professor Jiang in the Adult Sword Dao Department all shared a sense of sorrow.

“There’s no need for this.”

“Toil is glorious; don’t think about these messy things.”

Jiang Ding reached out with a gesture, and countless beams of Sword Qi burst forth.

The Golden Armored Deity, uncontrollably, flew towards him.

In mid-air, many of the five elemental Incense Fires and Sword Qi disintegrated, cleansed and purified by the naturally emitted Law-Breaking Elimination Method.

At last, the body became transparent and hazy, and a seal-like core appeared in the chest.

Jiang Ding plucked this core, and Divine Sense surged into it to conduct Soul Searching, inspecting it.

There wasn’t much valuable information.

It was like a newborn, with a tabula rasa, and had not committed any killings of mortals or cultivators.

“You are of no use.”

Jiang Ding felt somewhat regretful, as he causally tossed it aside.

The clump of core released strands of the power of faith in Incense in the air, once again taking on a human shape.

He was too weak, inspiring no desire to kill in others.

“You’re not going to kill me?”

The separated part of Xi Ping’an was astonished.

Jiang Ding paid no attention and turned to leave, step by step towards the center of the Six Paths Sect, towards that high mountain concealed by mud and numerous pavilions and terraces.

This mountain was anciently known as the Yin Yang Magneto Spiritless Mountain.

At that moment, the mountain was quivering slightly, and its spirituality started awakening.

With the suppression of the Formation Method gone, many patches of mud, pavilions, and terraces were penetrated by the Light of Yuanmagnet, with hazy rays of light emerging one by one.

“Congratulations!”

“Congratulations to the young uncle master for slaying this great foe and ridding the Northern Plains of a major scourge!”

Han Lin, not knowing when, had gotten up and restored his original appearance, expressing his excitement and congratulations.

“You’re too kind.”

Jiang Ding nodded and said, “You also have a share in this merit.”

“It’s just a trivial contribution,” Han Lin said seriously.

He dared not be self-congratulatory, thinking that he had really influenced the key victory or defeat in the Divinity Transformation Battlefield.

“It’s not a trivial contribution.”

Jiang Ding shook his head, unfolded his Divine Sense, and felt the spirituality of the Yin Yang Magneto Spiritless Mountain.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, showing an expression of joy.

The Great Sun Heavenly Pond was excellent in every way: it was the cradle of the Dari Swordsman and took the cultivation environment to the extreme in terms of the Divine Soul, Sword Intent, Mana, and refinement of swordsmanship, among others.

It reached the limit of the domain, and not even the Immortal Sects could surpass it by the slightest margin.

The only thing that was less than perfect,

was the lack of an electromagnetic cultivation environment.

Previous generations of Dari Swordsmen had no need for electromagnetic or primordial magnetic fields, so naturally, the Great Sun Heavenly Pond did not develop such functionality, leaving a void.

The problem was,

Jiang Ding’s fundamental technique was one of the Immortal Sect Nine Fairy Scriptures, the “All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra”!

His cultivation method required an electromagnetic environment and, influenced by his Dao Foundation’s Flying Sword, needed the Great Sun environment as well.

Only a perfect integration of the two would be the best cultivation environment for Jiang Ding.

“Yin Yang Magneto Spiritless Mountain…

the Great Sun Heavenly Pond needs it.”

“Move it in!”

A thought arose in Jiang Ding’s mind.

This was not an easy task, however.

This mountain peak, this ancient extremity of the Northern Plains, was not just a tens of thousands of feet tall mountain; it was the center of a ten thousand li Earth Vein and a core of the world’s extremity.

The tens of thousands feet tall mountain peak was just an aspect of it displayed outwardly.

Merely relocating this mountain peak to the Great Sun Heavenly Pond would be useless.

It was necessary to move the entire Earth Vein and the world’s extremity together, a difficulty beyond imagination.

“No rush, no rush, there’s plenty of time ahead, we’ll take it slow.”

Jiang Ding suppressed his thoughts and walked slowly through the Six Paths Sect, taking great care to appreciate his new home for the foreseeable future.

Han Lin followed behind, looking at the various peaks, herb gardens, and treasure pavilions of the number one Demon Sect of the Northern Plains, his eyes filled with envy, as he fantasized about something unceasingly.

Before he knew it, Jiang Ding arrived in front of the Immortals of Nascent Soul, like the Six Fingered Old Demon, and the hundreds of thousands of Six Paths Sect disciples.

They were still prostrated on the ground, pinned by an invisible and terrifying force that pervaded the heavens and the earth, rendering them completely immobile.

Only their eyeballs darted around, revealing panic and unease.

Then the oppressive force filling the heavens and the earth eased up.

“We greet you!”

“We greet you, Tushan Heavenly Monarch!”

The hearts of the Six Fingered Old Demon and the other twelve Immortals of Nascent Soul, along with the hundreds of thousands of Six Paths Sect disciples, felt relief.

Like a tidal wave, they bowed respectfully and profusely wept in gratitude, “The Six Paths Sect has long suffered at the hands of the Wan Zhu Old Demon, an evil deeply loathed and desired dead.”

“Today, the Heavenly Monarch has slain the demon, a great fortunate event for the Northern Plains, bringing hope to the people!”

“The Heavenly Monarch has saved us from this old demon’s hands; we have a great debt of gratitude that we cannot possibly repay.”

“Please, Tushan Heavenly Monarch, take us lowly ones under your wing, let us serve under your leadership, and we will go through fire and water for you, unafraid of death!”

“Please, Tushan Heavenly Monarch, take us in!”

Hundreds of thousands of Six Paths Sect cultivators shouted and bowed deeply in worship.