Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Mingguang Zi is dead.

"That damn thing, actually dead."

"Good riddance..."

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

Apparently, when this kid was alive, he didn’t bother to meet him, nor did he offer any support, letting him grow like resilient weeds by the roadside.

But now that he’s dead, why does he feel a bit uncomfortable?

Jiang Ding pondered for a long time and found the answer in his heart.

Mingguang Zi, throughout his life, always adhered to the Sword Laws of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, even in the very last moment of his life.

He could have chosen to engage in a Holy Sword Fight with the Sun Supreme and Taiyin Supreme, those Seven Tribulation Venerables, which would have been more appropriate opponents, but he challenged the Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy instead.

Why?

Because the Supreme Great Sun Swordsman, who presided over the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s tradition, stated that internal Holy Sword Fights among Great Sun Sword Cultivators were not allowed.

Mingguang Zi agreed with this logic.

Therefore, in the final moment of his life, he chose another path.

Namely, to challenge the Great Sun Sword Master in a Holy Sword Fight, aiming to overturn the various rules established by the Great Sun Sword Master in a way that complied with the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s Sword Laws.

As long as he could slay the contemporary Great Sun Sword Master, the Sword Law established by the current Great Sun Sword Master would become invalid. This is the most fundamental Sword Law of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, having precedence over all other Sword Laws.

So now, such a pure Sword Cultivator is dead, naturally making any Sword Cultivator feel distressed.

"Mingguang Zi wasn’t bad."

Moved by his emotions, Jiang Ding almost wanted to kill him himself.

Such a pure Sword Cultivator, despite his weak power, dying under the sword of a Sword Immortal doesn’t disgrace the Immortal’s Flying Sword; rather, it’s a fortune for both parties.

"Is Mingguang Zi’s legacy passed down?"

Jiang Ding inquired.

"Master, it’s passed down..."

Gong Caiyu began to answer but then closed her mouth. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

This question was just posed by the Sword Immortal when the surrounding Heavenly Dao Rules already responded, akin to mythological beings with omniscience and omnipotence.

Heavenly Dao Rules trembled, Spiritual Energy shifted, projecting an image before them.

In the Great Black Heaven Extreme Domain, sunlight beams down on a pitch-black mountain peak, where a disheveled middle-aged Swordsman sits cross-legged, covered in dust, even sprouting weeds, having meditated here silently for thousands of years like a barren rock.

This Sword Cultivator bears the aura of Great Light and Great Destruction, a Three Tribulation Venerable.

This scene emerged as the Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy’s words became reality, the Heavenly Dao changing accordingly, showing the person and things most closely linked to the Immortal’s curiosity.

Jiang Ding’s gaze was somewhat transfixed.

"Master,"

"This is the second generation successor of the Great Sun Bright Sword Dao, the Great Sun Bright Sword Venerable."

Gong Caiyu weighed her words, saying, "In terms of talent... on the scale of the Endless Starry Sky, he is rather mediocre. A Three Tribulation Venerable seems to be his limit; he should be like the second generation Great Sun Sword Master, a keeper of the legacy. His life may remedy some deficiencies of the Great Sun Bright Sword Dao."

"Mingguang Zi’s Sword Dao is too extreme, too flawed, and apart from himself, it might be challenging for anyone to cultivate it to the Six Tribulations."

"The Great Sun Bright Sword Dao needs to accumulate; it needs generations of Sword Venerables to explore and pave the way to gradually refine it, leading to possibilities of reaching Seven Tribulations or even higher realms."

"Or, a remarkable Heavenly Pride could emerge within the Great Sun Bright tradition to significantly expedite this process."

This is the history of many holy lands and divine dynasty traditions.

Behind these successful sects lie countless failed attempts; success is not guaranteed but extremely rare.

The Great Sun Bright Sword Dao might, over time, be lost and entirely vanish from history.

"Indeed, this Mingguang Zi’s successor is mediocre."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly in agreement with Gong Caiyu’s viewpoint, withdrawing his gaze.

He lost interest.

In truth, it’s normal; mediocrity and maintenance are the majority, whereas exceptional Heavenly Pride is rare. Who has such fortune as to produce such pride in the second generation?

In fact, having a maintainer in the second generation of a tradition is already very fortunate.

"Master, meeting old acquaintances, won’t you offer a gift?"

Gong Caiyu queried curiously.

It wasn’t that she liked the Great Sun Bright Sword Dao but historically the Great Sun Sword Master always took great care of old acquaintances, with no exceptions.

The Great Sun Bright Sword Dao, however, was completely ignored.

"No gifts."

"I don’t give a gift to Mingguang Zi, so why would I give one to his successor?"

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes.

After a pause, he felt it was somewhat impolite.

"It seems the Star Domain War is about to begin."

"There will be many battles in the future."

Jiang Ding pondered and said, "At that time, remember to send the successor of the Great Sun Bright Sword Dao to the most dangerous battlefield, one after another, don’t treat the cultivators of this tradition as people."

"Do not force them, do not compel them, only consistently offer them the best and most dangerous opportunities, letting them choose as they please."

"This can be considered the gift I offer Mingguang Zi."

"He might like it."

This order is somewhat complex, prone to being overly executed by bureaucracy, but Jiang Ding trusted Gong Caiyu to fully carry out his will.

"Oh, Master, I understand."

Gong Caiyu acknowledged.

"Let’s go, meet the old friend."

"These old friends, you see one less each time; today might be the last meeting, best not to miss it."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly and led Gong Caiyu towards the direction of the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm.

...

Great Yin Yang Sword Realm.

In the Yin Yang Realm Sea, the sound of silk and bamboo wafted, male cultivators play the flute, female cultivators pluck the zither, colorful notes reverberating in all directions, beautiful and enchanting.

This is the contemporary Sun Supreme and Taiyin Supreme.

These two shameless people seem to live well, gazing at each other passionately, their eyes seemingly stretching to infinity.

They have been together for over five hundred thousand years but seem not to experience the seven-year itch, their affection remains intact, which is quite unusual, raising curiosity.

There’s a sense of being unambitious.

Lacking the piercing spirit of Sword Cultivators, that determined forward-moving willpower.

After a long while, the music ceased.

"Were Le’er and the others executed?"

Taiyin Supreme asked coldly.

This was one of her descendants, adorable in appearance, obedient and filial, at least in front of her, yet unexpectedly due to violating some laws, is now gone.

Truly unwilling to accept.

"They should be dead."

"Wife, chew, chew, chew, don’t dwell on it, everything, chew, chew, chew, must adjust and adapt."

Sun Supreme lies on the ground, a Spirit Fruit in his mouth, chew, chew, chew, grinning mischievously, speaking indistinctly: "The two of us, chew, chew, chew together couldn’t even withstand a blow from Gong Caiyu, barely able to take a move, let’s just muddle through, chew, chew, chew..."

"Our fate in this life is just to lie down and enjoy."

"Hmph!"

"Lack of ambition!"

Taiyin Supreme snorted coldly.

Though she seems displeased, her heart is quite satisfied.

Living harmoniously, peacefully and comfortably through life, what’s wrong with that? Their mentors all say they are the luckiest generation in the sect, spared from hardships.

Being unambitious isn’t bad; when men strive for advancement, many things must be abandoned, like a solitary Sword Madman for a million years, for instance...

Clang!

At this moment, a sword sound carrying Elimination Method wave reverberated through the wind, melodious and pleasant.

It’s the courtesy of a guest arriving.

Inquiring if they have time, is it convenient?

"Pure... Pure Yang!"

"He, he, he..."

Sun Supreme shuddered, quickly rushing from a lying position to standing, the Spirit Fruit falling to the ground, he hastily patted his wrinkled clothes, like a mischievous monkey meeting an elder.