Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

A majestic sword descended.

The fleeing Blood Rainbow slightly congealed and parted in the middle.

Boom!

An intense explosion occurred along the line at the center of the body, and in many areas, the flesh and blood were abandoned even before the erosion of Sword Qi and Sword Intent had reached them.

Two smaller figures, now fallen below one meter in height, fled even faster towards the distance in their white dresses.

Blood flashed, and the two figures in white dresses split again, two turning into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen...

Densely packed, they flew through the sky, weaved across the ground, and tunneled underground, employing every means available, fully displaying the complex experiences of a Golden Pill Monk’s life.

”Blood Path, quite strong in fleeing for life,”

Jiang Ding commented.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword in the sky trembled, shaking out thirty-six strands of Light Blue Sword Qi that split into two, then three; multiplying endlessly, covering the sky.

”Thousand Threads Guide”!

The sword body, nurtured and refined at every moment and even capable of being used for chopping vegetables and cooking, now displayed terrifying control over its mana.

Each strand of Sword Qi contained a hint of weak Sword Intent of Destruction, moving nimbly, locking on precisely, and piercing through the heart of every little blood figure.

A brief stasis.

The sky-full of white-dressed figures, with snowy skin, ink-black hair, eyes glinting with blood, delicate as figurines, suddenly turned to countless particles of ash, drifting down in flurries.

The wind picked up, leaving nothing behind.

Only a youth in blue clothes stood quietly in the sky.

”Greetings, Junior Sect Ancestor!”

Li Qingyun and the other disciples had surging emotions and bowed respectfully, not daring to treat the person in the sky as a peer, and instead followed the etiquette for facing High-Level Cultivators with meticulous bows.

They observed that the other’s eyes were slightly closed, still sensing something.

”Truly cockroach-like vitality.”

Jiang Ding was somewhat displeased.

At present, against such an opponent, the only thing to do was to kill them again and again, with no better solution.

Unless one touched upon the legendary causality, slaying one avatar would eliminate the main body, along with all avatars in the entire world, utterly eradicating them.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword vanished at high speed within the Divine Sense’s range, piercing through a red-beaked grey sparrow, shredding it apart.

Next, it pierced through a large tree, picking out a plump white worm and slaying it.

Finally,

With a piercing whistle, it fell to the ground, the soil parting layer by layer along its path, revealing a stunned grey-furred mouse squeaking in confusion.

It landed on the mouse’s head.

Clang!

Just as the sword was about to penetrate the mouse’s skull, a small Blood Knife intercepted in front of the sword’s edge. Amidst the shrill clash of metal, pushed to its limits, the Taiqing cut a deep notch nearly reaching the spine of the knife, splitting it in two.

”How did you manage to find me again!”

The skin of the grey-furred mouse tore open with a flash of blood, revealing a palm-sized girl in a white dress with a snow-white complexion, carrying a Blood Knife as tall as herself, she said in despair.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword turned back, Sword-light intensifying, the faint Sword Intent of Destruction spreading, targeting the Divine Soul.

”Young friend! No, fellow Daoist!”

”Out of the fifty paths of heaven’s evolution, one conceals the grand way; there are things that should not be done absolutely,”

Mu Tiansnow’s miniature figure, controlling the remaining Spiritual Light of the Blood Knife, faced the attack with a forced smile, ”You should know that even within your Qiyu Sect, there are many high-ranking individuals hedging their bets, preparing for the unforeseen.”

”Please leave a sliver of mercy.”

”Thank you for the advice,”

Jiang Ding said indifferently, ”But someone like me, if caught, would be killed; there would be no refuge from adversaries.”

The Taiqing Flying Sword descended!

It effortlessly cut into the knife’s previous notch, and amid the gritty sound of metal shattering, it split the knife in two!

It then pierced through the heart of the little figure in a white dress.

The Taiqing Flying Sword gathered the shattered knife and a small, snow-white Storage Bag from the ground, returned to the sky, and looked no more.

”Very well.”

Mu Tiansnow gazed deeply at him, her final form exploding into countless pieces amidst the Deep Blue Sword Qi.

”All dead, gone.”

Jiang Ding paid no attention to her gaze, scanning the area for kilometers around with Sword Intent, ensuring that not even a cockroach survived.

”At least when she steps within a kilometer of me, nothing has ever escaped,” he said.

”But if it was before...”

Jiang Ding frowned.

This cautious elder cultivator always liked to keep some tricks up his sleeve.

Even when she felt absolutely confident and had a great advantage, she might still have a contingency plan, which cannot be ascertained.

”So what if an avatar survived?”

Jiang Ding’s brows relaxed, ”If they dare show up, they die, there won’t be any issues. Of course, after I leave, I won’t be showing my face in front of her either.”

His figure gradually faded, vanishing from sight.

All that remained was a chaotic battlefield, devoid of anything else.

...

”Time to open the treasure chest!”

Several tens of kilometers away, Jiang Ding sat on a large boulder, his face alight with excitement.

According to the intelligence from Qiyu Sect,

Patriarch Hua Xue, Late Golden Core!

Patriarch Bai Gui was only at the early stage of Golden Pill, far inferior to Patriarch Hua Xue in strength. Could the wealth in this storage bag be three times greater than the previous one?

Divine Sense surged inside.

Blood-colored Divine Soul-knives faintly visible, formed a dense killing array, but before they could act, a sun that hung below the shade of an ancient tree descended, utterly annihilating them without leaving a trace.

”Impossible!”

”How can you be so poor!”

Jiang Ding’s face paled.

Divine Sense revealed that the snowy white storage bag contained simply seven to eight thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones, some changes of clothes, a few jades slips recording magic, and three to four Supreme Magic Tools with different functions.

And then, nothing else.

”This is all for a Late Golden Pill cultivator?!”

Not even a tenth of Patriarch Bai Gui’s wealth!

”My half-built Air-Space Warplane!”

”Damn you, Hua Xue, don’t let me see you when I’m at Golden Pill stage!”

Jiang Ding’s beautiful dream shattered, and he sighed, setting down the storage bag.

This was normal, aside from the avatar of Patriarch Bai Gui who specialized in mining Spirit Mines, no one would let an avatar carry such enormous wealth.

”I need to find a way to make money, I can’t leave half an Air-Space Warplane just lying there.”

He thought.

Mainly, ordinary Air-Space Warplanes were of no use to him!

In terms of speed, what use was the quasi-third rank once he reached mid-stage Foundation Building?

The same was true for killing power and concealment ability.

If it could only reach the level of quasi-third rank, then such a large Air-Space Warplane would simply occupy space unnecessarily and become a nuisance.

Plus, the electromagnetic cannon could be disassembled and installed on the center of his forehead, and in the future, it could also serve as the foundation for forging a real fourth-stage electromagnetic giant cannon, so there was no great waste.

”I need to get started on materials and data for alien species, mainly various types of Spiritual Materials,” said Jiang Ding thoughtfully.

He had suspended his efforts before because he was not firmly established and didn’t dare to do anything that might draw too much attention.

But now the timing was ripe.

A world where species had evolved independently for who knew how many ages was bound to have some special species and materials.

If he were lucky, there could be quite a few items of value, which could also enrich the database of Xianmen Library.

Then, he returned to Tieloushan Mountain, where Patriarch Bai Gui had previously ambushed him.

A rich vein of Empty Mysterious Crystal Copper lay here!

Swoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword buzzed, descending from the sky, burrowing into the earth, weaving and cutting through until soon, a fist-sized yellow ore emerged.

”Mining isn’t an easy task; it requires both precision and strength,” Jiang Ding sighed.

If he could mine seven to eight hundred kilograms of ore over two to three days, that would be quite an accomplishment.

He missed the delicately controlled Ten Thousand Ghosts Array operated by Patriarch Bai Gui.

Three days later,

An expansive spatial fluctuation spread throughout the entire secret realm, and all the cultivators disappeared without a trace.