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Chapter 1533 Five Hundred Years

Keng~
Jiang Ding sheathed his sword in the dead silence of space.

He closed his eyes slightly, recalling the battlefields he had been on and all the things he had experienced, and a strong sense of pleasure and joy arose in his heart.

"Xian Diezi... a very good person."

"What a beautiful girl."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and sighed sincerely: "In return, when I have enough power, I will descend on the Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly Clan and judge all the Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly Clan members."

"rest assured."

"I have always been kind, law-abiding, and merciful. I have never killed a human butterfly. I will not touch a single one."

The sword cultivator got such a wonderful opponent, which really made him tearful. His eyes were moist and water appeared.

"This is still just a clone."

"If it's the real Immortal Butterfly, if it's the real Taiyin Sun Sword, the Heaven Sword, I heard there's also the Immortal Weapon Dao, how much will it be then..."

Jiang Ding fell into a beautiful fantasy.

There are reasons for all this.

Jiang Ding carefully experienced the many insights that emerged in his mind. Various thoughts about the seventh level of swordsmanship, the Heavenly Sword Realm, emerged in his mind. In addition, the various illusions used by the opponent during the battle with Xian Diezi opened his eyes, and he gained a lot of insights into the structure of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The world of fantasy and the world of six realms of reincarnation have many similarities.

It is no exaggeration to say that in this lightning-fast battle, his immortal foundation underwent an essential breakthrough, and his swordsmanship reached the quasi-heavenly sword realm, which could already slightly influence the rules of heaven to change in his favor.

Moreover, he now has absolute confidence in entering the seventh level of swordsmanship, the Heavenly Sword Realm!
Of course, the time is not certain. It should be between thousands and tens of thousands of years. With the practice of swordsmanship, the comprehension of swordsmanship, the development of new swordsmanship, and fighting, this time will continue to shorten.

But there will definitely be a breakthrough!

“It’s mainly because of the lack of detailed inheritance.”

"This is equivalent to knowing the implementation path and then ignoring the patent and developing it..."

Jiang Ding estimated silently.

For a cultivator like him who lacks inheritance, the path is extremely difficult, and he is destined to lag behind the true disciples of the immortal sects in the upper realm from the very beginning.

"Youming Sword Cave Heaven, I'd better go there as soon as possible."

“If possible, I’d better convince Yuemai to pass on the treasure of the Netherworld Pool, so that I can get the complete inheritance of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm disciple.”

"I think there is a way to persuade..."

There was murderous intent in Jiang Ding's eyes.

All kinds of thoughts flow in my mind, and then slowly sink into silence.

Jiang Ding came back to his senses and looked at the dark blue dreamy wings that had been deliberately placed in the distance for a while.

This dark blue dreamy wing is the size of an adult's arm, dotted with stars, beautiful and dreamy, like ice crystals, emitting a powerful psychedelic power at all times, covering the starry sky within a radius of nearly 10,000 kilometers.

If a living being were to be here, it would surely be doomed to perish for life, and death would be inescapable.

Even though she is dead, the power she exudes is still enough to affect an early stage Hedao cultivator, causing him to lose himself involuntarily and become a member of the soul maze world, guarding here forever until his life is completely over.

"Soul Labyrinth, good technique."

"This technology can be applied to the six realms of reincarnation..."

Jiang Ding walked forward and gently picked up the two dreamy butterfly wings, which felt slightly cool.

The moment he touched the butterfly wings, the dream power around him increased several times, the surrounding space became hazy, and a soul maze world appeared, completely covering him, which was extremely dangerous. Clang!
A clanging sound came from the Materialistic Sun Sword Soul.

A twisted crack appeared where the sword spirit was looking, and then sword energy burst out from the dark crack, forcibly tearing apart this soul maze world, allowing the space within a radius of thousands of miles to return to normal again.

There was a cold and dead silence. In the vacuum, a belt of meteorites whizzed past.

"Fellow Daoist Xiandiezi,"

"Are you dead?"

Jiang Ding said to himself.

He was not sure of the answer.

The immortal sects in the upper realm possess immortal techniques that far surpass those of the immortal gates. He is not arrogant and thinks that he has complete control over the situation.

"It's a quasi-ninth-level soul material, and it's still raw material. I can refine it..."

Jiang Ding’s consciousness poured into the two pairs of ice crystal dream wings and he praised them.

The raw material is different from the real quasi-ninth-level material. It is just the potential size, not the real corresponding level material. For example, Jiang Ding himself should also be a quasi-ninth-level raw material treasure in the eyes of those big monsters who like to devour flesh and blood, although he is only in the initial stage of refining emptiness.

Now, in the soulless universe, the spirituality in this pair of dreamy star butterfly wings is dissipating bit by bit.

Like Jiang Ding, his sword soul, magic power, and spiritual consciousness are also dissipating bit by bit. This process cannot be stopped. High energy naturally transforms into low entropy, and no one can stop it.

The only difference is that Jiang Ding possesses resistance far beyond that of any other creature in the immortal universe and can hold on longer.

After killing the clone of Xian Diezi, Jiang Ding was not in a hurry to go back. He was not in a hurry at all. He had plenty of time, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Fellow Daoist Xiandiezi, are you dead?"

Jiang Ding talked to himself.

"It doesn't matter if you're dead or not, nothing will change anyway."

"I plan to stay here for five hundred years."

"In five hundred years, the Immortal Sect's Sword Master will definitely be killed. Even if the legendary Son of the Immortal, the pure-blooded Son of Dragon and Phoenix, comes here, I dare say that he will die in five hundred years."

"If a mere clone of Daoist friend can survive for such a long time, even if I am finally killed by Daoist friend and successfully transformed into a puppet, I will still be convinced in the end."

"It's okay. I'll admit defeat. If you have such magical powers, you can take this body."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

Before arriving at his hometown, he once again proposed convening a political meeting of the Immortal Sect and postponed all battle plans until his return.

Yuan and others agreed with this decision.

A Great Sun Sword Master who might lose control!
How terrible is this?

It can even be said that if he really loses control, Xianmen will have a terrifying opponent who is far superior to the Ancient God Alliance in the future. He is cruel and cunning, has extremely strong concealment magic, has an understanding of Xianmen that exceeds that of all the strong men, and has many potential diehard fans in Xianmen...

In this kind of danger, even the slightest possibility cannot be ignored.

After that political conference, Yuan, Shenji Zhenzun, Wanji Zhenzun and others felt deeply uneasy about the huge threat posed by individual strong men to the security of Xianmen. They all agreed to the plan of greatly expanding the Xianmen citizen fleet and once again invested huge amounts of resources in the plan to upgrade the central array spirit computer to the eighth-level celestial being.

In the dead silence of space, Jiang Ding closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, letting time pass by and letting meteorites pass by.

He seemed to have turned into a dead object, motionless, just staying where he was.

One day, a planet passed by here, and the planet's gravity captured him, incorporating him into the planet's gravity, and he became a stone in the atmospheric orbit, moving periodically around the planet without any change.

(End of this chapter)