Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 2238 - 2205: Great Sun Bright Sword Dao Lineage

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 et 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 ti 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 mont of his life.

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

Why?

Because the Supre 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 mont of his life, he chose another path.

Naly, 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 beco invalid. This is the most fundantal 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.

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 Extre 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 ditated 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 erged as the Supre Great Sun Sword Fairy’s words beca reality, the Heavenly Dao changing accordingly, showing the person and things most closely linked to the Immortal’s curiosity.

Jiang Ding’s gaze was sowhat 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 diocre. 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 redy so deficiencies of the Great Sun Bright Sword Dao."

"Mingguang Zi’s Sword Dao is too extre, 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 erge 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 extrely rare.

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

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

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

He lost interest.

In truth, it’s normal; diocrity 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, eting 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 sowhat 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 ti, rember 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 sowhat 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, et the old friend."

"These old friends, you see one less each ti; today might be the last eting, 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 Supre and Taiyin Supre.

These two shaless 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 Supre 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 so 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 Supre 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 Supre snorted coldly.

Though she seems displeased, her heart is quite satisfied.

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

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

Clang!

At this mont, a sword sound carrying Elimination thod wave reverberated through the wind, lodious and pleasant.

It’s the courtesy of a guest arriving.

Inquiring if they have ti, is it convenient?

"Pure... Pure Yang!"

"He, he, he..."

Sun Supre 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 eting an elder.