Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1232 - 1200: The Grest Sun Swordsman Who Presides Over Order

The world, resplendent with the light of the Great Sun, gradually contracts.

All things between heaven and earth shrink, yet this process unfolds without any earth-shattering changes; everything remains stable, not even a branch is broken as they continuously shrink, on and on.

In the end, all is drawn into a singularity.

The splendid light of the world fades away, faintly forming a spherical object of chaos, fixed at the center of a smooth brow.

The chaotic object disappears, revealing the figure of a green-clothed youth.

This green-clothed youth appears about sixteen years of age, with long hair reaching his waist, a youthful and delicate face, and a black-sheathed longsword at his hip. His face shows the confusion of someone just waking from a long sleep, and it takes a good while before he regains clarity in his eyes, finally reflecting a light of consciousness.

"Eleven hundred years?"

"It's been... eleven hundred years already?"

Jiang Ding feels somewhat uncertain, always feeling as though it's been like staying up all night in an internet café and then sleeping till the morning; it hasn't felt very long, like it all ended in the blink of an eye.

"Swordsman."

"It has been eleven hundred years."

Yue's kind voice comes through, interjecting: "It seems your sleep quality was quite good, you look full of energy, without the headache or various internal injuries, or the partial decay of bodily tissues that often accompanies turbulent slumber. This is great!"

"It must be the protection of the Ancestor Masters!"

"That's not necessarily so."

"Yue."

Jiang Ding's mind feels a bit muddled, but still, he subconsciously retorts: "Based on Xi Yuan's nature, the Ancestor Masters have always believed that only the ones who survive are considered their descendants, the dead are just passersby, not even worth a glance, let alone special instructions and protection."

"..."

Yue falls silent.

Yet it seems there's some truth to it.

"Swordsman, what gains have you acquired?"

Yue changes the subject, asking: "If the Power of Order has not yet manifested within you, here is an opportunity; there are some Alien Races eager for you to grace them with death, to receive such ultimate honor..."

"They really have some nerve, not related in the slightest."

Jiang Ding sneers and his Divine Sense delves into the electromagnetic patterns shimmering at his brow, comprehending deeply.

In his brow state, the prototype of the Sword Realm operates very slowly, converting the efficiency of chaos from the void likewise becomes sluggish, only one-tenth of the efficiency when fully activated.

The state of the 'Immortal Dao Perpetual Machine' within the world's movement also becomes intermittent, sometimes consuming the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi present in the world.

After the Sword Realm has been operation for a while, at the position of the sun in the sky, that is, where the Taiqing Flying Sword accumulates, a trace of bluegold-hued Power of Order appears, emitting a heavy chaotic aura, transcending all things between heaven and earth, a condensation of some fundamental essence of the world.

"My Power of Order..."

Jiang Ding's gaze holds appreciation as he inspects that thread of newborn force.

He can feel that this is the starting point of the Great Dao, a stairway; the path of True Immortal begins here, henceforth, this will be his path.

Whether it be brilliance or death, he will harbor no regrets.

Jiang Ding places his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

——Don't ask where the hilt came from. As a generation's Great Sun Swordsman, a would-be emperor, if he needs a sword, then a sword will appear, whether it originally existed or not.

The sword is drawn, a slash is made.

Clang!

A dazzling and blazing sword-light appeared between heaven and earth!

It illuminated everything; the world was bathed in light, devoid of all other colors, only endless brilliance remained.

This stroke of the sword,

had no particular target but was simply a slash towards the sky.

Space was silently torn apart under the sword, clouds silently split, and despite the terrible fracturing happening, there was no sound. The sword was too sharp, so much so that space itself couldn't feel it being torn apart.

Thump, thump thump!

In the shattered space behind, something entirely new, something never before touched, emerged!

It was the net of the Heavenly Dao rules of the Cosmic Starry Sky, the operation of the universe's laws, the starry sky, meteors, living beings, vegetation, rivers, mountains... Everything in the universe was clear-cut, not chaotic, all due to the functioning of various Heavenly Dao rules.

An unknown number of rules converged to form the law net of the universe's Heavenly Dao!

In the past, no matter how fiercely Jiang Ding fought, ripping apart space, tearing the earth, nothing like this ever appeared. Not because they did not exist, but because they were omnipresent, just as a mortal's sword, however sharp, could not slice through the air.

But now, after the birth of the Power of Order, the rules net of the Cosmic Starry Sky also unfolded a corner of its mysterious veil to him!

However, the current Great Sun Sword Dao Order Power is still very weak compared to the rules of the Cosmic Starry Sky, merely capable of touching, like plucking the strings of a musical instrument without causing any further effect.

"Not so good."

"The application of Great Sun Sword Dao Order Power is somewhat crude."

When Jiang Ding unleashed one stroke of the sword, he did not indulge in self-congratulation, but felt a sense of awkwardness.

It was like a person who used a polished chip as a blade to cut tofu. Certainly, it could be peerlessly sharp, but the true use of the chip was not brought into play.

Such a brutal approach was a humiliation for a Sword Cultivator on the brink of the Fifth Realm of Sword Dao.

The Great Sun Sword Dao Order has its own methods of application.

This was not difficult for Jiang Ding to do; in the past, he had annihilated the Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the Upper Realm Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect and killed the withered flesh formed by the Refining Nothingness avatar. These adversaries had all mastered the Power of Order.

Especially the fight with that withered flesh brough him great benefits.

That seasoned Refining Nothingness was extremely skilled in the application of the Power of Order, resisting him with less than a tenth of the Blood Dao Order Power, despite wielding the Great Sun World Defining Array, even coming close to defeating him.

Now with the true mastery of the Power of Order born from his own Sword Realm, which he could freely use, numerous inspirations explosively emerged in his mind, quickly forming the nebulous prototype of a sword skill, almost forming a concrete series of sword moves employing the Power of Order.

This inspiration was not a coincidental opportunity.

For many Sword Cultivators, it was an opportunity of eternity, while for those with terrifyingly profound bases, it was but a routine thought.

"Your Power of Order!"

"The Power of Order of a Nascent Soul Peak!"

Yue's eyes shone brightly at the sight of that stroke.

This is the strongest Dari Swordsman in the history of the sect!

The Dari Swordsman Zhong Guangzi from two generations ago once was the strongest; he birthed the Power of Order after slaying Immortal Sect Disciples but did so hastily, without integrating it fully before being suppressed by the Nine Great Immortal Sects and could not show off his brilliance, a case of bad fortune.

And this generation's Dari Swordsman,

is undoubtedly the strongest Dari Swordsman of all generations!

Whether in strength, foundation, or the Power of Order, he surpasses all past Dari Swordsmen in every aspect.

A generation's Dari Swordsman stronger than the last, this undeniably clearly proves that the Great Sun Sword Dao is on the correct, brilliant, and splendid path.