A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"It's time to fine-tune the rules for the second time."

"It will take about a thousand years..."

Next to the sun, Jiang Ding estimated silently.

In fact, he had already completed the argument six hundred years ago.

However, since this is something that involves life, it naturally needs to be repeatedly calculated and checked. This has been going on for six hundred years before we have reached this point.

"Anyone to say goodbye to?"

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

In the past, before going into a long period of seclusion, he was always busy, saying hello to Zhang Junsheng, Shenji Zhenzun, Mieri Zhenzun, An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng... and a large number of other people, so that they would find him in case they couldn't find him.

And now, looking back at the four corners of the universe, only Yuan is familiar.

I gradually got used to the sadness of passing years that is inherent in those who live forever.

Jiang Ding quietly arranged the handover of various tasks.

After temporarily losing the assistance of his humanoid super-galactic immortal computer, the efficiency of the immortal sect's scientific research work inevitably dropped significantly, and a lot of confusion occurred. For this reason, many personnel and organizational structures needed to be adjusted to adapt to the work in his absence.

Another thing is the arrangement of various scientific research projects.

Yuan will always be paying attention to many large projects such as the eighth-level central array spirit computer, so he doesn't have to worry about it. Some other kendo projects require him to plan carefully in person, such as the currently very important dark matter laboratory, which has conducted twenty-seven experiments so far, and dark matter seems to have a real trend of being born.

After his nirvana, the Xianmen Sword Academy will take over this work.

This job is actually very simple. It is just to cooperate with Jiang Ding's clone to keep an eye on the dark matter laboratory, conduct experiments according to fixed procedures, and record data. That's all.

It is estimated that it will take hundreds of experiments before dark matter can actually be created in the laboratory.

With a tangible finished product, Jiang Ding can reverse engineer the principle and apply it to his own swordsmanship, making the Sword of Destruction of Space truly complete.

These arrangements were completed over several years and tested.

The little guys from the Immortal Gate didn't make any big mistakes, and all the institutions ran smoothly.

"That's it, Yuan."

Jiang Ding greeted someone from a distance and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Layers of bright and dazzling solar restriction patterns rose up around the Big Sun Lake and then gradually disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the array pattern of the central array spirit computer covered this place, and along the many reserved array interfaces, the many arrays set up by the Great Sun Sword Master of the Great Sun Tianchi personally were incorporated into the Immortal Gate Super Solar System Array.

Among the many array patterns, the Big Sun Lake gradually disappeared in the sunlight and existed in an unknown space.

Without the attainment of the eighth level in formation, even if a cultivator spends his entire life, he will never be able to see the location of the Great Sun Lake, let alone make any hostile moves.

At this point in the immortal path, it has already taken on the appearance of the legendary Penglai Island.

The oldest of the Immortal Sect fell into silence once again.

…

I don’t know how much time passed.

Jiang Ding woke up in a light and looked in front of him.

This is an ocean of light and flame. Endless solar rules are like silk and net, covering every corner of the world. These solar rules have everything, destruction, light, heat, and even distortion, destruction, forbidden magic, and magnetic force that they thought belonged only to themselves.

The ancient sun, the sun that has existed since the birth of the universe, contains all things.

"So,"

"What am I going to do?"

Jiang Ding whispered.

He wanted to change the rules, change the rules in his body and soul, change a very subtle bit, make the rules more suitable for himself as an individual, make himself the sole spokesperson and communicator for these subtly changed rules, and completely dominate these subtly changed rules.

"Now, change that."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

All the calculations and preparations have been completed in the past.

He will definitely succeed. This is a natural thing. Water flows to the ground and stones fall to the earth. It is such an ordinary thing. Why should we worry about it?

The Materialistic Sun Sword Soul reflected the sun rule that had been fine-tuned once, and the power of spiritual consciousness gently touched an extremely tiny point in the materialistic sun rule.

The sword spirit felt a slight pain.

This is the backlash of the rules!

Rules no longer exist, and everything between heaven and earth no longer exists. Flesh and blood begin to collapse, souls begin to collapse, matter begins to collapse, and with the young man as the center, everything within a one-meter range disappears silently and becomes pure "Qi" between heaven and earth.

"Rules are the foundation of all living things and all matter in the immortal universe..."

Jiang Ding exclaimed.

He did not panic and once again triggered the solar rules, slightly delaying the collapse of the solar rules. He made fine adjustments again and again, allowing the collapsed solar rules to begin to form a new balance. The new balance of rules no longer continued to spread along the path of collapse.

Time and again, this touching of the sun's rules will continue billions of times before a new final balance can be formed.

If one fails once among billions of times, the result will be the destruction of the soul and body. Even a powerful person who is close to the immortal level will be unable to save it and can only let it die.

What happens according to the rules is reflected in the body and soul.

The rules that had undergone slight changes came into violent conflict with the soul and body. From time to time, a mass of flesh and blood collapsed into pieces, and from time to time a big hole appeared in the soul, and the soul matter inside it disintegrated.

During this process, the monks must endure terrible pain and keep adjusting, over and over again, without allowing even the slightest mistake to occur.

There have always been very few disciples of the immortal sects in the upper realms, and there is a reason for this.

A cultivator without such ability would not become a Daoist son in the first place. Even if they were the Supreme Being's own sons, without sufficient ability, the Supreme Being would not allow them to ascend to such a high position because it would be suicide.

Time passes day by day.

Change, repair, destruction, repair, body collapse, repair... rounds of seemingly endless cycles continue to appear in the body and soul. The only thing a cultivator can rely on is absolute self-confidence and a deep understanding of himself and the rules, so that he will never make mistakes.

Finally, after more than a thousand years, everything gradually came to an end.

In the endless brilliance, a scorching hot sun sword body appeared again between heaven and earth. It was incomparably perfect, emitting a terrifying pressure that suffocated and terrified the Hedao God.