Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The mountains and earth swiftly swept by below.

”This is still the first time I’ve seen the scenery outside the Qiyu Sect.”

Within the invisible Escape Light, Jiang Ding looked down with interest, occasionally passing through a cloud, pausing to admire the view for a moment before moving around it and continuing to fly.

There were forests and trees everywhere, with spirit birds and fierce predators flying by, and exotic beasts pouncing on their prey in the mountain streams. Qi Practitioners moved cautiously, picking herbs.

An untamed and primitive scene brimming with life.

It bore no resemblance to the scenery at Xianmen Sect, where skyscrapers towered everywhere and highways and railways crisscrossed. It was novel and completely different.

”Many classmates like to travel to the Small World on vacation. I used to not understand it, thinking that it was unnecessarily risky.”

”Now, I’m somewhat envious. To witness different scenes from different realms and feel the distinct cultural atmosphere.”

Jiang Ding sighed.

Concealing his figure and avoiding the clouds with the speed of a quasi Golden Pill, he flew for several days. As the concentration of Spiritual Energy gradually decreased, he finally spotted familiar scenery.

A majestic mountain range appeared in the distance, dense with forests, its terrain undulating unpredictably, spanning several states.

Donglingshan Mountain!

Jiang Ding’s Escape Light stopped in an ordinary-looking forest, his gaze distant and unfocused.

More than a decade ago,

a sixteen-year-old high school student, anxious and worried, had fallen from the sky, tumbling into a spherical shape. He had broken many branches and dug many small pits here.

Time flies.

Now, all traces of that event had vanished.

”When I get back, I’ll get something that confuses causality and clouds Tianji, even if it’s expensive.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently and left the place.

Destruction is always easier than restoration, and by far too easy.

With such a clearance, after a few hundred years of wind and rain, even a Nascent Soul Cultivator practicing Tianji magic couldn’t possibly restore or trace back the events that had occurred here hundreds of years ago.

The invisible Escape Light flew past.

The broken temple where he had first encountered Han Lin and Gong Caiyu had disappeared without a trace, covered by wild grass and shrubs, not even a brick or tile remained.

Except for the elderly around fifty years old, no one remembers that there was once a temple here, surrounded by incense.

In a few more decades, its appearance will only be a memory held by a very few.

And then, the last trace of it will completely vanish from this world.

”Such is life...”

The Escape Light stopped above Dongling City, in a corner of Lanban Street.

The former grocery shop had been thoroughly demolished by Duke Town Dover Tong Wang’s officer, Chen Chen.

A new mansion was built in its place, glittering with gold and jade, with a majestic stone lion at the door. Numerous Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists stood by the door, vigilantly attending to their duties.

It had the grandeur comparable to that of royalty.

Huang’s Mansion.

That was the inscription on the door plaque.

”Is it him?”

Jiang Ding was surprised.

Inside the main house, the fragrance of sandalwood lingered. The master of the house was taking a nap while his favorite concubine, Madam Yao, attended by maids and servants, waited outside the door for a possible summons.

”Your father is incredible. Many years ago, he met an immortal who bestowed upon him powerful arts, which is how our Huang family built such a huge fortune...”

Madam Yao whispered excitedly to the son in her arms, her face beaming with pride.

”Mom, what does an immortal look like?”

The two or three-year-old boy’s eyes widened.

”Mom knows. Your father said the immortal stood in the clouds, wearing a blue robe, incredibly handsome. But mortals can’t see them without fate, and your father was just lucky enough to meet one...”

On the soft bed,

a short and fat middle-aged man, having slept soundly, somehow awoke.

His temples were bulging, revealing a cultivation base of Internal Qi Perfection. In this region of Dongling City, he could certainly be considered a top-tier expert.

”To think I, Huang Deyou, would have this day.”

Huang Deyou glanced around, his gaze unfocused as if in a dream, before gradually coming to his senses. He sighed, ”It’s a pity those immortals didn’t want to take me into the fairy mountains, saying our fate had ended. Of course, if I could get just a bit more favor from the masters... ”

”Perhaps, I could have a chance at immortality, just like Han Boy.”

””

He flipped over and continued to sleep.

”This guy really got lucky,”

Realizing this, Jiang Ding cast his gaze toward the sky.

Someone wanted to curry favor with Jinlingshan Mountain and, failing to meet anyone of importance, had no choice but to start with those nearby.

But to their frustration, not even those nearby could be found.

With no one else left, they approached Huang Deyou, who was somewhat related, offered him some benefits, and hoped to catch a glimpse of attention from the master of Jinlingshan Mountain.

They didn’t need much, just a sliver of attention, and they could recoup their investment a thousandfold.

After all, it was just some Internal Qi Realm elixir, mere trifles to worldly figures.

In the end, it proved to be futile; the target hadn’t even left his house.

Huang Deyou was fortunate not to be blamed. He received a huge opportunity and had some interaction with Han Lin, who was returning home to honor his ancestors.

Divine Sense swept over Qixuan School again.

The school that had once been burned down reappeared, and its disciples were once again called back as if Qixuan School had always been there in the lands of Yue Country for over a thousand years.

An edict from Ancestor Zhongxing.

As long as Qiyu Sect exists, it shall not perish.

The death of some mere mortal sect leaders and elders doesn’t change anything.

Besides these, there was nothing familiar left in the city. After just over a decade and having experienced several wars, everything and everyone had changed.

”Let it be,”

Jiang Ding left without any reluctance.

After flying for several hours, passing through Chizhou and Yuezhou without the desire to enter Yuejing, he headed straight towards Jindaoshan Mountain and arrived nearby.

”Oh?”

As Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense Scanning passed over the area, he stopped and furrowed his brows.

”Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage!”

”Twenty-one of them, setting up a clever quasi-third-rank Concealment Array, along with other attack formations.”

”Such people and standards, lying in wait for me.”

”Do they have special surveillance methods that exceed the norm, or what?”

His expression was indifferent, but hints of killing intent surfaced in the depths of his eyes.

Sword Intent detected no Golden Pill beings within a ten-kilometer radius.

He slightly activated the Air-Space Warplane.

Everything normal, third-order Spirit Sonar waves covertly swept through the area; there were no anomalies within a hundred kilometers.

”Does the enemy’s concealment exceed my scanning limits?”

”Or are they just bluffing, and that’s all there is to them?”

”Escape right away?”

One thought after another emerged in Jiang Ding’s mind.

...

Atop Jindaoshan Mountain.

Within the quasi-third-rank Concealment Array, twenty-one Foundation-building cultivators were sitting cross-legged on individual Array Bases, meditating with eyes closed, occasionally walking around a bit.

”Brother Yu, we’ve been here for almost seven years now, how much longer do we have to wait?”

A thin-faced early-stage Foundation-building cultivator, restless, asked an old man lurking in the shadows at the center of the array.

”The Ancestor said to wait another fifteen years,”

the shadowy elder replied without even lifting his eyelid.

”Wuying Hall’s multiple predictions and analyses indicate that after the Xiantian Sword Body’s cultivation breakthrough, when he inevitably wishes to return home in glory, the most likely place he’d come is here.”

”A real man does not skulk in his splendid attire under the cover of night!”

”This is a weakness of human nature that no one can escape. Not just a young man under thirty, but even you and I, and often even the Ancestor, can’t help it.”

”Many heroes of the present world can’t resist it either.”

”Here, he once, as a Peak of Xiantian, struck down one of my Divinity Transformation bloodline’s peak Qi Practitioners, and although I did not see it, he must have faced unimaginable life-and-death battles and attained a challenging victory at that time.”

”One of the most glorious events in one’s life!”

”After making significant progress in cultivation, it’s very likely that he will come here to reminisce.”