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Chapter 1877 Extra Memories in the Mind
The realm of colorful divine light.

Jiang Ding withdrew the trace of spiritual consciousness that was directed towards Wanfa Tianshu, and continued to practice, comprehend the skills, and accumulate foundation.

Among them, the "Taiyin Taiyang Sword Sutra" touched him the most. The inheritance of the source of the Great Sun Sword Dao solved many problems that arose in the process of deduction and gave him a lot of inspiration.

At the same time, there are some drawbacks.

No immortal sect is involved.

For Da Ri Jian Zi, Xian Men is not only a production base for scabbards, but also an important support for the demonstration and implementation of many ideas, and a crucial place for the combination of learning and practice.

Xianmen’s industrial system can prove whether many of Jiang Ding’s ideas are correct and whether they can be transformed into applied technology, and in turn put forward new ideas.

Working in isolation will not lead to growth into a towering tree, and the Xianmen Xiandao industrial system is his practical process.

This process is so important.

Now, Jiang Ding has many inspirations in his mind, and has made many key breakthroughs in skills and swordsmanship structure. There is nothing wrong with it in theory, but it cannot be truly put into practice.

——No, you can also practice it and find someone to fight with swords.

This is the practical and empirical process of traditional sword cultivation.

In life-and-death battles, we can often discover errors that past theoretical calculations could never reveal, and there are always all kinds of accidents.

But is this really that serious?

Problems arise one after another, some big, some small, some are just minor theories. Are we going to fight to the death for such theories?

How could other sword cultivators not know this?

Anyway, for Da Ri Jian Zi, due to the lack of the Xianmen's large industrial system and the Xianmen's powerful, developed and efficient scientific research system, his swordsmanship began to become a little chaotic.

"The world of gods and Buddhas is so vast, I can't go back..."

Jiang Ding felt a sense of urgency.

A short tens of thousands of years would be fine, no matter how long the world is, he would return to the Immortal Gate even if there are risks, otherwise he would always feel unsettled in the way of the sword, as many subtle hidden dangers are lurking.

He had grown up with the Immortal Sect all along the way, and he was unable to adapt to the sudden lack of it.

Time passes slowly.

Before we knew it, more than three thousand years had passed.

"Lord."

On this day, a maid from the Sutra Repository brought in a batch of manuals on the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

These martial arts manuals were piled up like a mountain, and she stacked them neatly layer by layer, forming a thousand-meter-high jade mountain made up of martial arts jade slips. Various spiritual lights flickered, and regular runes continued to appear.

These martial arts manuals probably amount to what Da Ri Jian Zi would have spent a hundred years studying.

He had a fanatical desire to read all the books on immortal techniques, whether it was the Nascent Soul Technique, the Qigong technique, or the secrets of the ancient times, he liked to read them all. The various crystallizations of wisdom accumulated in the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm for tens of millions of years were being absorbed and enriched bit by bit.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

He took out a jade slip containing a thousand-meter-long jade mountain that he had read over the past hundred years, put it in a storage bag, handed it to the maid in the Sutra Library, and asked her to return it to the Sutra Library in the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

She has been so busy for thousands of years, selecting various skills that meet the requirements in the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, and then sending them to the Seven-Colored Sea and then sending them back.

“It’s not hard…”

The maid in the Sutra Repository said shyly.

Over the past thousands of years, she watched Chunyang Swordsman comprehend all kinds of obscure martial arts and secret techniques like a whale. The shock and admiration in her heart were beyond words. There were countless immortal principles in the small body of that young man in green.

The maid in the Sutra Repository took her leave.

Jiang Ding took out the most dazzling jade slip, scanned it with his spiritual sense, and his eyes moved slightly.

"A Detailed History of the Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly Clan".

"The Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly Clan was born in the late stage of the Great Tribulation. They are strange creatures born in the dreams of hundreds of millions of lives. They are born with the innate ability to devour the dreams of living beings and obtain various immortal skills and secret techniques. Although they were born a short time ago, they quickly became powerful within hundreds of thousands of years. It is really incredible..."

"This is an anomaly." "This is an anomaly among the demon race."

The previous generation of Sun Supreme Lin Yang Patriarch recorded this, revealing a trace of worry: "This anomaly is very similar to the history of the rise of the human race's genius. Anomalies are born, and peerless geniuses are born into the world. In hundreds of thousands of years, they swept across the four directions and turned the sinister demon land and divine land into the land of the human world..."

"Such anomalies should be eliminated immediately."

"I have tried and spent tens of thousands of years trying to do this. I have been hunting down the Sky Illusion Butterfly Master for tens of thousands of years. I have severely injured him many times, but I have never been able to kill him. I can't even kill the direct descendants of the Sky Illusion Butterfly Master... I am ultimately a mediocre Supreme, it's just that the strength I have preserved is more intact..."

Linyang Patriarch was extremely depressed at this moment, and then he picked up his pen and wrote: "This kind of anomaly must not be underestimated just because its theory is weak now!"

"We must immediately gather the power of all the supreme beings of the human race and crush them with a grand momentum!"

"For outliers, this is how you have to do it. Crush them!"

"However, what is the situation inside the Human Race Immortal Sect now?"

"They were torn apart, fighting to the death, guarding against each other, and it was difficult for them to unite. The Lingbao Realm was destroyed and the Xianqi Sect was born. There were too many coincidences in the process. I suspect it was related to the Lord of the Heavenly Illusion Butterfly. Unfortunately, my life span has come to an end, and I don't have much time and energy to verify my guess..."

“May the ancestors of all generations bless us. May our sect no longer fear any external storms before the anomaly of the demon race, Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly, grows up. May the inheritance of the ancestors of all generations become even more glorious!”

At the end of this detailed history of the Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly Clan, Patriarch Linyang wrote this sentence with infinite regret.

This was the last thing that Patriarch Linyang did for the sect in the last stage of his life.

"Odd number."

"An anomaly among the demon race..."

Jiang Ding felt like he had seen each other before.

Anomaly.

Many people have called him this name before, including the previous supreme elders of the eight major immortal sects, as well as many enemies he had faced.

In Jiang Ding's view, anomalies are those who are like the ancient gods and overlords who can overthrow a place at any time.

"The judgment of Linyang Patriarch should be correct."

"The Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly Clan had better be eliminated as soon as possible."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

He did not notice that, as he mentioned the Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly again and again, and visualized the appearance, history, and past of the Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly in his soul again and again, a tiny point deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, a picture deep in his memory, became a little hazy, and then returned to normal.

This was many years ago, in the Beiyuan small world, Da Ri Jianzi returned to Tushan again and rebuilt the memory of the Tushan courtyard. In this memory, he began to recruit and train demon maids and recruit talents from all over the world to serve him.

Among these demon maids, there was an ordinary rabbit maid, who suddenly had a name, Xu Xiaodie.

Everything became quiet and no longer changed.

Time continues to pass.

Da Ri Jian Zi practiced in the palace every day, comprehending the skills and developing swordsmanship, and never went out.

Over the course of time, every few decades, in Da Ri Jianzi's memory, the ordinary demon maid would undergo some subtle changes, very subtle and unnoticeable changes.

In the hundredth year, the appearance of this demon maid became clearer. She was a cute girl with dimples.

In the second century, Xu Xiaodie began to appear under the command of the group of maids back then, and experienced the war of the Beiyuan Royal Court and the war of Tushan's unification of the Southern Region. However, she did not play an important role, was mediocre, and did some inconspicuous work.

The Third Century...

In the first thousand years, Xu Xiaodie began to become one of Gong Caiyu's important maids...

The 2000th year...

……

It was not until the ninth thousandth year that a cute girl with dimples appeared in the colorful palace with Gong Caiyu and performed the ceremony together.

"Son."

"The Great Sun Sword Cultivator who violated Tushan Law, the Red Sun Celestial Being, has been killed by the Bright Light Celestial Being."

(End of this chapter)