Chapter 1998: Chapter 1998

Jiang Ding’s gaze was brighter than ever, shimmering.

Is this guy a perfect score?

This guy definitely isn’t!

This weakling has a perfect score because this test paper, written by him, is only worth a hundred points, not because his ability is only this much.

This guy possesses an exceptionally strong comprehension, aptitude, and talent, far surpassing those like the Joyous Union Holy Maiden and the Huang Huo Sword Son.

The Joyous Union Holy Maiden is extremely strong in controlling the emotions and desires of living beings, but in this understanding of the objective Immortal Path laws, she falls behind quite a bit.

It’s hard to say whose potential in the Immortal Path is stronger, after all, the cultivator of Hehuan Dao needs to control the emotions and desires of living beings to advance further, and both people have strong abilities in certain aspects.

But for the Dari Swordsman, this weakling’s talent is very useful!

It could even be said that this weakling is now showing a trace of potential similar to that of the Xianmen Sect!

The difference is that the Xianmen Sect relies on an entire civilization, while this guy relies entirely on his own potential, one of the most elite of the Endless Universe Starry Sky Human Clan, one of the very best, one man comparable to a civilization.

At this moment, the Dari Swordsman’s gaze towards the Fusang Saintess was passionate and bright, almost pulling threads.

Anyone seeing this would think it was a young man seeing the love of his life.

"What are you looking at?"

The Fusang Saintess shivered and said coldly.

This green-clothed youth instantly seemed like a different person, making one very uncomfortable, even a bit disgusted, that gaze was very unsettling.

"You can call me Dari."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment and said.

Dari is his Dao name, and Tushan is just an alias.

"Forget it, I’m used to calling you Tushan."

The Fusang Saintess decisively refused.

She suddenly had an ominous premonition, like a fawn being watched by a predator, a feeling of impending danger but not very strong, seemingly not a life-and-death crisis, but just something very troublesome, thus hesitated, not fleeing instantly as usual.

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes.

The Taiqing Flying Sword emitted a melodious sword cry, producing ripples.

These Sword Qi ripples were harmless, like a web, pulling the Fusang Saintess, Heavenly Calculation Daoist, and all cultivators into the Six Paths Dream, and then slowly disappeared.

Heaven and earth blurred and transformed.

When everyone opened their eyes, they were already standing before a blazing, crimson Great Thousand World, where divine birds’ cries seemed to generate Dao Essence, allowing one to Enlighten the Dao, especially suitable for fire attribute beings to reside and cultivate, rumored to be the ancient homeland of the Phoenix.

The Heavenly Calculation Daoist and others had complex expressions.

Here was naturally the center of the Vermilion Bird Star Realm, the most brilliant Great Thousand World, the Vermilion Bird Great Thousand World!

This place was so beautiful that not even in the Endless Starry Sky was it an unknown Great Thousand World, always an important jewel of the Immortal Dynasty, where the Human Emperor had once descended.

But now, the Immortal Dynasty was about to lose it.

The endless Star River solidified at this moment, the paths of time, space, and karma all fell silent.

Then, a blade of grass descended from the high heavens, one side imprinted with mountains, rivers, trees, the other with sun, moon, stars, with skills of animal husbandry, agriculture, and weaving, and strategies for unifying the four seas, descended upon this beautiful fiery Great Thousand World with supreme sharpness, brutally cutting down with one slash.

So unrestrained, so barbaric, with no courtesy or rules.

Like a Barbarian from a Barbaric Clan coming to the Central Plains, destroying its splendid civilization and beautiful pavilions for wood to make chariots and longbows, with no elegance, no beauty of chess and calligraphy, only raw violence.

How could such people rule this starry sky?

A waste of heaven’s gifts!

The hearts of the Heavenly Calculation Daoist and others bled, as if witnessing a dirty barbarian defiling a genteel lady, it was unbearable to the heart.

The Sect Protection Formation of the Vermilion Bird Holy Land roared into action, countless complex array patterns weaving and forming a vivid Vermilion Bird, shrieking and charging at the long sword with its fiery beak, melting myriad voids, its power extremely terrifying.

This was the old lair the Vermilion Bird Holy Land had operated for countless years!

It could be said that this power was even stronger than the Taoist Soldiers commanded by the Vermilion Bird Daoist, the accumulation of manpower and resources over countless years for a Holy Land, its foundation unfathomable.

The moment the Vermilion Bird and the grass blade touched, a terrifying explosion occurred.

The entire Vermilion Bird Holy Land’s ground shook, the Sect Array’s protective shields cracked and healed repeatedly, the Vermilion Bird shrieked, repelling the grass blade Flying Sword by ten thousand miles.

"The Clan-Protecting Formation is indeed extraordinary."

"Even lacking the main formation person, it can still exert much power..."

Jiang Ding’s expression didn’t change as he pressed the hilt, calculating.

Layer upon layer of the Six Paths Dream had already enveloped the Vermilion Bird Holy Land, laying one killing array after another, ensuring no one inside could escape.

No one would deny the power of formations.

Standing in a Great Thousand World, connecting with the sun, moon, stars, and the universe void, often exerting far beyond the external world.

But formations also have flaws,

That is immobility and lack of change.

Since ancient times, as long as a sect’s strongest perishes, that sect’s destiny is doomed.

The Clan-Protecting Formation can only delay the sect’s destruction, not reverse it, unless the sect’s strongest severely injured the enemy before death, greatly reducing the enemy’s power, otherwise, destiny is already sealed.

A country that loses its entire field army is bound to perish.

The Vermilion Bird Saintess did not achieve severely injuring the enemy.

This result, the Spirit of the Vermilion Bird also knew after testing, and there was no misjudgment.

"Human Race Sword Cultivator, Lord Supreme Great Sun Swordsman,"

"I am the Spirit of the Vermilion Bird."

Amidst the array patterns of the heavy Clan-Protecting Formation, a primordial Vermilion Bird Spiritual Body appeared within the mountain gate, looked at the green-clothed youth, and bowed.

Jiang Ding was slightly surprised.

"There’s no need for you to be surprised."

"As a sect with a long heritage, the Vermilion Bird Holy Land has always aimed for perpetual survival."

The Spirit of the Vermilion Bird bowed and said: "In history, the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor defeated and killed our Supreme Elder in his youth, that generation’s Vermilion Bird Daoist chose to submit and became the most loyal warlord under the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor, instrumental in his ascent to the throne, allowing the Vermilion Bird Holy Land to prosper for billions of years."

"In even more distant history, the Vermilion Bird Holy Land also submitted to many powerful figures, including those of the Demon Race and Divine Dao."

"All for the continuation of the Ancestor Master’s legacy."