Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 2231: Chapter 2198: Descendants of Supreme Seven Emotions Sword Son Wei Zicheng

The meeting of the Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace lasted for three thousand years.

After three thousand years, this vast Endless Starry Sky Level power completed a round of internal affairs reorganization, completed the initial integration and refinement of the True Dragon Destiny Immortal Dynasty’s technology, and the Supreme Great Sun Immortal Technology steadily rose to a higher tier.

Everywhere in the Great Thousand Worlds and Star Domains, production and construction were in full swing. One Immortal Dao Industrial Zone after another was being built, endlessly producing Immortal Industrial goods, semi-finished products for Cultivators’ Cultivation and the like, and this power’s efficiency in transforming the natural Starry Sky was growing ever higher.

In merely three thousand short years, the Star Domains ravaged by war once more recovered their prosperity.

The smoke of past battles was gone.

Across the three hundred-odd Star Domains, Human Race beings multiplied; the population of the clans once again expanded on a massive scale. Geniuses as numerous as sand and mud were born one after another, dazzling to the eye. Among them were not a few peerless Elites who had a major impact on particular branches of Immortal Technology, attracting the gaze of the Taoist Court and receiving major cultivation.

As the various Star Domains developed, the Supreme Great Sun Immortal Technology advanced at a rapid pace.

In this process, as Immortal Technology was explored throughout the realms, the Supreme Great Sun Immortal Dao Universe Constant grew ever closer to reality, ever more precise.

At the same time, the number of Cultivators between Star Domains began to approach saturation and started to cause damage to the Immortal environment.

”Qi Cultivation Certificate, Foundation Establishment Certificate, Golden Core Certificate...”

Jiang Ding swept his gaze over and finally landed on the document submitted by the Great Dream Sword Realm’s administrative system before him.

”It’s come to this point already?”

Jiang Ding was slightly taken aback.

”Yes, Your Majesty.”

”Relying on macro-control alone, we can no longer curb the explosive growth of the Cultivator population; we must issue a clear policy. Cultivators who advance without authorization must be punished.”

The Fusang Saintess spoke softly: ”The Ministry of State Affairs says that the standards for promotion certificates need to be based on scientific research contributions, Battle Merits, moral character and so on, to better build a talent corps and better explore the Immortal Path.”

On this document, the names of Yuan, Cheng Zhen, the Beidou Venerable, the Hehuan Taoist and others were all listed.

This represented a collective consciousness of the Taoist Court’s bureaucratic corps.

Jiang Ding’s brows furrowed deeply.

The Immortal Path lies in freedom and ease.

Immortal research requires a relaxed, free environment, not a society bound by countless rules and regulations. Such a society is far too oppressive.

”A Qi Cultivation Certificate can be allowed.”

”Rein in the overall number of Cultivators a bit.”

Jiang Ding said mildly: ”As for the other Foundation Establishment Certificates and Golden Core Certificates and the like, abolish them all. Don’t even think about it. As long as a Cultivator has talent and has broken no law, then let him advance.”

”Don’t let your desire to build an authoritarian Immortal society be so intense.”

Jiang Ding said with some helplessness.

Another damned test.

Among these ideas were even those of old friends like Yuan and the others; they felt intensely uneasy about the many forces within the Taoist Court that could not be absolutely controlled and wanted to seize everything into their own hands.

”Not everyone has the same self-confidence as Your Majesty.”

”It’s only natural that many Fellow Daoists feel uneasy.”

The Fusang Saintess pursed her lips in a light smile.

Within the Taoist Court, the atmosphere was both serious and lively; it did not overemphasize strict hierarchical order between superior and subordinate, so these Cultivators dared to probe. This counted as a negative side effect of such a relaxed environment.

A body like the Taoist Court, which placed absolutely no restrictions on any powerhouse, was probably something only the Sword Immortal of this era could control.

The day the Sword Immortal passes away will be the day the Taoist Court collapses and civil war erupts.

”Aside from what the law specifies, all else is permissible.”

”Don’t bother about what people think or do; as long as they don’t break the law, it’s fine. People may be strong or weak, their talent may be high or low, but people are all equally equal. Mortals are no different from us; they have the same joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures.”

Jiang Ding admonished her.

This Dao companion was an important part of his Life, and would accompany him for roughly thirty million years in the future; it was best they truly understood one another.

”Mm, I understand, Your Majesty.”

The Fusang Saintess’s brows and eyes held a gentle smile.

From afar came the sound of light footsteps.

A moment later, a Venerable with a long beard and a flavor of Destiny upon him walked into the palace and bowed: ”Thousand Laws pays respects to the Sword Master!”

His voice was crisp and resolute, sonorous and powerful.

This was a relatively young Eight Tribulation Venerable, only seven to eight hundred thousand years old.

”Thousand Laws...”

Jiang Ding quietly regarded the young Eight Tribulation Venerable before him.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the face of an old friend—that Unrivaled Sword Dao Swordsman Cultivator who had cultivated the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Sword Dao within the Time Rift.

”Fellow Daoist,”

”What is your relation to Wei Zicheng?”

Jiang Ding asked in a gentle voice.

Many years ago, a Sword Cultivator by the name of Wei Zicheng had died in a Sword Cultivator’s Sacred Sword Duel against him.

The death of this Fellow Daoist had allowed him to take a crucial step toward becoming a True Immortal.

According to Sword Cultivator tradition, the victor in an internal Sword Cultivator’s Sacred Sword Duel had a duty to look after the kin, Disciples, Sect and so on of the one who died; this was an ancient tradition of Human Race Sword Cultivators.

Jiang Ding had never forgotten.

This was his first time meeting a descendant of Wei Zicheng.

Although that Sword Cultivator who had cultivated the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Sword Dao had said there was no need to look after any descendants, that he cared nothing for them and that they had no value whatsoever—

Even so, the words of a defeated man need not be taken too seriously.

The Sword Cultivator tradition must be upheld.

The descendants of the losing side in an internal Holy Sword Fight among Sword Cultivators must be taken care of.

”Sword Master!”

”Ancestor Cheng was the founder of the Thousand Laws Dynasty!”

The Thousand Laws Venerable took a deep breath, a surge of intense excitement rising within him; he had already faintly guessed something, and he said in a loud voice: ”And this junior is the one thousand eight hundred and eighty-seventh generation Direct Lineage descendant of Ancestor Cheng!”

He did not say more.

The one above asks, the one below answers—that is proper conduct.

”Mm.”

Jiang Ding cast out a Mana Technique.

Hum!

Before him, red light flickered, and strand after strand of blood points faintly surfaced, scattered like stars throughout the Starry Sky.

This was the bloodline imprint that the Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy had imprinted back when he was still the Dari Swordsman, after slaying the Supreme Seven Emotions Sword Son.

Now, using this bloodline imprint to deduce, he immediately found the bearers of Wei Zicheng’s bloodline in the Starry Sky.

Somewhat awkwardly, though the Thousand Laws Venerable before him did indeed bear Wei Zicheng’s bloodline, its concentration was not high enough to rank even in the top hundred thousand among all the Lives.

”It seems,”

”In history, the succession of the imperial throne of the Thousand Laws Dynasty went through quite a few twists and turns.”

Jiang Ding said, half-smiling.

”This...”

”Sword Master...”

Cold sweat poured from the Thousand Laws Venerable.

At this moment, he thought of the many changes to the imperial Venerable position in the dynasty’s history, from main line to side branch, then to Collateral Lineage propped up by the Demon Race, all sorts of tangled mess now almost impossible to sort out.

A fear arose in his heart, as if he had seen death itself.

”Fellow Daoist, there’s no need to be afraid.”

”So many years have passed—it’s been over thirty million years; ranking in the top hundred thousand is already doing quite well.”

Jiang Ding waved his hand and bestowed him an item: ”This is an opportunity to step onto the Quasi-Emperor path. I gift it to you, Fellow Daoist, and hope that you will henceforth strengthen the Wei Zi Family’s bloodline.”

”Of course, this is within the bounds permitted by the Tushan Law.”

”The Tushan Law is supreme, whereas there are many who bear Wei Zicheng’s bloodline. This is something you must remember, Fellow Daoist. Do not fail the expectations of your forebear within the Time Rift.”

A Cause and Effect from years ago was thus brought to an end.

”Many thanks, Sword Master!”

”This junior will surely bear it in mind and not fail Ancestor Cheng’s expectations!”

The Thousand Laws Venerable, trembling, received this stroke of fortune and bowed deeply.