A mountain peak of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion appeared there.
Jiang Ding thought for a moment, drew his sword, and struck the peak. He etched the sword strike into the mountain so that the spiritual vein beneath it would preserve it forever.
A deep, terrifying pressure filled heaven and earth, then slowly faded.
The celestials of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm were delighted.
With that sword strike in place, the sect's defenses would be utterly different, far beyond anything it had possessed before.
"Pure Yang, do you wish to change the sect's name?"
The Sun Supreme posed the question.
Everyone looked over, reluctant to part with the old name.
But they knew this was the sect's tradition. Sooner or later, the change would come. It would mark the sect's rebirth, its emergence from the chrysalis and rebirth from the ashes, another step toward immortality.
"Not yet."
"The Fallen Realm is too small."
Jiang Ding shook his head slightly. "Let's wait until I've united the Vermilion Bird Star Domain. The Fallen Realm is so cramped that it may struggle to hold both the sect and me. Changing the name now would mean little."
"Unite the Vermilion Bird Star Domain..."
The Sun Supreme drew a quiet breath.
At that moment, he gained a fresh, clear sense of the Great Sun Lineage's terrifying ambition.
That lineage was forever marching toward death, toward stronger enemies. It never knew satisfaction, never rested, never stopped advancing.
Terrifying beings were bound to exist within the Vermilion Bird Star Domain.
This path was fraught with danger. It might even bring disaster that would destroy the sect.
The Sun Supreme's lips moved. He clearly wanted to say something, but he shook his head with a rueful smile and let it go. The younger generation now led the sect.