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Chapter 953: A new human monarch was born in Beiyuan

In the howling wind, Jiang Ding hid his figure and flew in the sky.

From time to time, flying birds and white clouds would pass in front of him and over him without disturbing him at all, and just pass straight through him as if they were not in the same world.

"This world... is very special."

Jiang Ding thought coldly in his heart.

"Completely different from any of the small thousand worlds where the immortal gate is located."

“There are so many anomalies.”

"Xian Shu, Shuoyang Tianjun, this Daai Zhenjun, and Han Lin... He is nothing special. Everyone has their own secrets and opportunities. It's not surprising."

"There is also a Blood Spirit Saint Body, a Daozi's talent, although it is far from being comparable to a real Daozi, his acquired training is too poor."

"So many special features, so many coincidences, there must be something hidden."

"I have to be more cautious."

Jiang Ding silently assessed his own strength without any arrogance or frivolity.

"A cultivator in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm, I should be able to win."

"As long as they are not too extreme, such as Daozi in the middle stage of the Spiritualization, or inheritance disciples in the middle stage of the Spiritualization."

"Whether he can win in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm or not, it depends on the situation. It is not certain."

"A cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm should be able to win, but the possibility of killing him is very small."

“Ten Thousand Spiders Heavenly Monarch doesn’t count. He is completely useless. He doesn’t even have a fifth-level formation. He doesn’t even understand the Golden Cause and Effect Technique. He got it entirely through initiation.

"There are also many weaknesses in his own body and soul. He has devoured too many descendants of bloodlines, and his body is extremely complicated."

"If you are slightly provoked by the distortion power of the sun, you will be a lamb to be slaughtered."

“As for encountering a cultivator at the peak of the Spiritualization Stage, or a cultivator between the peak of the Spiritualization Stage and the Refining Void Stage… I should just run for my life and not think about these things.”

"The distance between the peak of the Spiritualization Stage and the Void Refining Stage is greater than the solar system. If I develop normally, even if I advance to the Spiritualization Stage, I will still be an ant in front of those eight Void Refining Stages, and it will still be impossible for me to escape."

Jiang Ding knows himself very well and does not think he is invincible.

He looked at the sky and the earth in all directions.

Mountains, rivers, grasslands, and clouds passed by before my eyes, as well as the birds, animals, humans, and various monsters and demons on the earth.

It is a scene full of vitality and everything is growing.

"This is the place where my order is restrained!"

"The whole Kitahara."

Jiang Ding whispered: "After the death of Wanzhu Tianjun, the entire Beiyuan Xiandao orthodoxy automatically transferred to my head, and everything belongs to me!"

"...The Icefield Lord of the Western Desert is really not a human being. He came to my home, invaded my territory, humiliated me, bullied me, and killed my subordinates."

"As expected, the ogres are all a bunch of ruthless people."

"Oh, and there's the Guishan Tie Family. I can't do anything to you now, but the fifth-level spiritual vein there is mine!"

"Wait, when I have time, I will directly cut off all the spiritual veins outside the Guishan Tie family, lead them to the Liudao Sect, and restore the fifth-level spiritual veins here."

"Even if I don't need it, I'll use it to grow flowers and plants, to piss you off to death..."

The white light transmitted through space flashes continuously.

These Nascent Soul-level teleportation arrays are no longer very convenient. A single trip requires multiple teleportations, and are not suitable for the God Transformation level. A higher-standard teleportation array needs to be rebuilt.

Jiang Ding plans to open the old teleportation array for the circulation of materials and personnel throughout Beiyuan, so as to boost the economy, increase tax revenue, and develop agriculture, equipment refining industry, alchemy industry, etc.

“These are a constant source of income.”

"If I could recover the entire Northern Plains, how much tax revenue would I be able to collect in a year?"

Jiang Ding said expectantly.

After a while, Jiang Ding returned to Liudao Sect again. He did not alarm anyone and scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense. Han Lin was still happily selecting natural treasures in the secret vault. Occasionally, when he saw a messy place, he would automatically sort it out.

Yin Dao Zhenjun and others did not dare to practice. They used their spiritual sense to scan the inside and outside of the sect at all times, supervising hundreds of thousands of Six Paths Sect disciples who were guilty of crimes, and preventing them from causing trouble.

As for the monks of the Great Sun Sect and the Tushan Maids, they were still on the way. Their speed was too slow, even with the help of the already opened teleportation array.

Especially the Tushan Maids Group. The previous order was to lurk at the highest level. The maids were scattered in all directions, and it was very troublesome to gather them in a short time in some remote places.

Jiang Ding ignored them and walked straight to the highest peak.

The Yuan magnetic spiritual light here became stronger and stronger, and gradually revealed the aura of some Yuan magnetic forbidden spells. Many Qi training monks completely lost the ability to cast spells in this environment, and their spiritual consciousness became useless. They were very frightened, but did not dare to leave.

After losing the seal, the Yin-Yang Yuanci Jueling Mountain is reviving.

At the top of the mountain,

A pitch-black palace came into view. It was made entirely of a fourth-grade top-grade spiritual material called Black Magic Gold. It was solid and immortal, and had stood the test of thousands of years without any damage.

This is the important place of the Six Paths Sect. It is the palace built by the Six Paths Patriarch himself tens of thousands of years ago. It has been passed down from generation to generation and is majestic and luxurious.

Jiang Ding walked into the deep palace.

On top of the ninety-nine steps, a tall throne of the Dark Lord stood.

Above the throne, there are six whirlpools of different colors, filled with chaotic air, constantly rotating, emitting the aura of the human world, the heavenly world, the Asura world, the hell world, the evil spirit world, and the animal world.

There was a huge attraction coming from the six whirlpools, as if it could absorb the monks' souls, bring them in, and torture them for countless years.

The Six Paths Sect’s most precious treasure, the Six Paths Palace of Reincarnation!
There is inheritance here, the inheritance of the Six Paths Sect. Only the disciples of the Six Paths Sect can get close to it. If it is an outsider, his soul will be dragged into it in an instant, sinking into the cycle of reincarnation and becoming one of the billions of ghost servants.

"The name is too grand. It's just a quasi-fifth-level infant."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

His spiritual consciousness and sword intent poured into the palace. Regardless of the obstruction of the spiritual consciousness imprint left by Wanzhu Tianjun, he forcibly destroyed it and left his own spiritual consciousness imprint.

"From now on, you can call it the Black Demon Palace. It matches your architectural style."

hum!
The palace hummed in recognition of the presence of a certain spirituality.

"That's it."

"This place will once again become the immortal center of Kitahara."

Jiang Ding sat on the Dark Lord's throne.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and behind him there were six paths that were rotating and circulating alternately. Wisps of smoke spread throughout the palace, emitting an unfathomable aura.

He closed his eyes slightly and immersed himself in cultivation.

Six months later.

A brief practice, a practice cycle that omitted many meridian nodes, slowly came to an end. The magic power in the dantian increased slightly, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth for thousands of miles slowly calmed down.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

In front of him, a sea of ​​people knelt down. Each of them had a dignified demeanor and a powerful aura. Each of them was at least a genius among millions of people, or a Nascent Soul True Lord among the cultivators.

A cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core stage is not qualified to enter this palace.

"Bye,"

"Greetings, my Lord!"

"Greetings, Jianzi!"

"Greetings, Tushan Tianjun!"

Surrounding them were Yuanying True Lords from the righteous path, the evil path, and the independent cultivators, from all over the place, almost all of the human race from the entire Beiyuan gathered together.

They kowtowed and paid homage to their monarch, the newly born Heavenly Sovereign of the human race, with great reverence and sincerity. There was none of the usual infighting and chaos among the human race, and their voices were extremely unified.

Their resounding voices echoed over hundreds of miles, dispersing the dark clouds and allowing beams of light to appear again in the gloomy Beiyuan sky.

(End of this chapter)