Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept over the ground.

The earth trembled slightly as the Life Flying Swords of the Sword Cultivators rose into the sky, turning into streams of light that flew towards him and were collected into his Storage Jade Pendant.

”Ninety-two quasi-third rank and third rank Flying Swords, even if their power is somewhat inferior, the materials are genuine third rank Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, which can be handed over to the Xianmen Sect for further refinement.”

”The total value is between one to two hundred million Low-grade Spirit Stones, and the value composed entirely of third rank materials is extremely high in terms of content.”

Jiang Ding did some quick calculations and arrived at this result.

”Who says Sword Cultivators are poor, this is quite wealthy.”

He sighed.

Of course, that’s under the assumption that you have the technology to refine the materials of a Life Treasure.

This technology has an extremely high threshold.

Not to mention in the Small World, even the Eight Great Immortal Sects have not mastered this technology, or if they have, the cost is higher than the materials themselves, making it unprofitable.

The Sword Intent of Destruction spread, and the prohibitions on the storage bags were broken, revealing their contents.

”This one is really poor.”

The Spirit Stones and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure in nearly a hundred storage bags didn’t even amount to ten million Low-grade Spirit Stones, including those belonging to two Swordsmen, whose entire fortunes were invested in their swords.

”Most importantly, there are these three.”

Three sets of Flying Swords unfolded one by one in front of Jiang Ding.

The Golden Sword of the Xuantian Swordsman, even though it had lost all of its Spiritual Light, and the Swordsman was dead, and its spirit had perished, still emitted a dazzling golden light. A breeze that came along involuntarily parted to both sides, unable to exert any force on the Flying Sword, it was split and torn through everything.

Ding!

Jiang Ding flicked his finger on the Flying Sword lightly.

A pleasant sound emanated, and within the humming, fine Sword Qi flew out from the sword, landing on the ground where rocks the size of carriages were pierced with densely packed small holes.

”Fifth Order Divinity Transformation material, Cloudsplit Gold!”

Jiang Ding uttered a few words and was completely certain.

Legend had it that such material only existed at the peak of the mountain where Fifth Order Spiritual Veins were found, enduring countless years of wind and rain, nourished and tempered by the Spiritual Veins, supremely sharp, the clouds in the sky would automatically part when passing over it, leaving the sky perpetually clear.

”It’s worth considering slowly melting it into the Flying Sword, or using it in sword-shaped unmanned drones.”

Jiang Ding revealed a hint of joy.

Then looking at the Blood Moon Bone Sword of the Wolf Sky Swordsman and the Flying Sword of the Baijian from the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, of course, not one hundred and eight swords, but the ’Sword of Hundred Beginnings’ forged as a Sword Embryo by God-transforming Level materials as the base of the Sword Formation.

”The Blood Moon Bone Sword must have been forged from the bones of some Divinity Transformation Demon Beast with added Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, not usable to me, just need to exchange it for the needed God-transforming Level materials.”

”The material of this ’Sword of Hundred Beginnings’ from Baijian...”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense surged into it, not for the purpose of Refining, as this was someone else’s Life Flying Sword and hard to use, but to scrutinize the materials within, comparing them with all kinds of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure in his memory.

”Dao-number Stone!”

”A special God-transforming Level material that can increase the reach and precision of Divine Sense control as well as enhance the computational ability of the Divine Soul, Dao-number Stone!”

Jiang Ding was overjoyed: ”Adding Dao-number Stone to the core of the super warship’s Ship Spirit would significantly reduce the control difficulty of the one thousand and twenty-four Dyson sunglasses-faced unmanned drones and enhance the power of the Sword Formation.”

”I said it, Swordsmen and Taoist disciples can’t be that poor.”

”Just this one piece of Dao-number Stone, you couldn’t obtain it even if you beat a Nascent Soul Monk to death.”

Of course, this was also because he was backed by an Immortal Sect.

If it were some Loose Cultivator or minor force’s Nascent Soul Monk, they wouldn’t dare to touch an Immortal Sect’s Swordsman, as they would be instantly obliterated by an attack coming from who knows where, not even leaving any remains.

Even now, without the company of the Xianmen Sect’s army, he wouldn’t dare to venture outside of his home planet.

”All kind-hearted people.”

Jiang Ding sighed and put away the flying swords, looking toward a shadow that had already fled in the distance.

The person was exceedingly cautious, never engaging in the battlefield from start to finish, evading every opportunity to be killed.

”However, you won’t be able to escape within the Great Sun Heavenly Pond.”

”First, I must get my hands on the Sun Flame Crystal that can refine flying swords even outside.”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on the center of the sky, wrapped with crimson molten sword-light, the source of the River of Sun Flame, ”An Tuzi seems to be there refining his five-colored small tower Life Treasure; it’s been years since we last saw each other.”

His form vanished.

...

Flying along the molten swordlight river.

As he ventured closer to the source, the river became wider and wider, the temperature hotter and hotter, and the oppressive power of Great Sun Swordsmanship became heavier, easily capable of destroying divine souls and fleshly bodies.

This place had become a graveyard for cultivators.

Even the Zhuanlun Swordsman from the Five Elements Heavenly Sect, a sword dao elite, dared not venture too deep into this region—it was far too terrifying.

”Ahead lies the source of the River of Sun Flame—the traditional cultivation site of the Dari Swordsman, a forbidden place within forbidden places, where, without permission, even a Nascent Soul Cultivator who intrudes nearby will be bombarded to death by the Great Sun Heavenly PondArray.”

”Of course, after the extinction battle of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Great Sun Heavenly Pond is now severely damaged and no longer possesses such might.”

Jiang Ding flew toward the source, recalling the many records of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion in the library.

”As long as one can withstand the River of Sun Flame’s high temperature and Sword Intent, one can refine their own flying swords and Life Magic Tools here.”

”That is to say, without permission, our classmate An Tuzi is borrowing my cultivation room.”

Jiang Ding paused in his steps.

A five-colored lizard, lifelike, burst out from the molten lava below, landing before him and struggling ceaselessly.

It was enveloped in a flickering five-colored halo. Having lurked for a long time at the bottom of the sword dao molten river, where even the Zhuanlun Swordsman could not stay for long, it was unharmed.

”Classmate An Tuzi, long time no see.”

Jiang Ding smiled faintly at the five-colored lizard.

...

”Long time no see...”

An Tuzi replied subconsciously.

Although he had only studied abroad at Xianmen for twenty years, it was the twenty years of his youth, the period when humans begin to grow, and many habits are ingrained and hard to change.

”...Long time no see my ass!”

An Tuzi cursed as he came to his senses: ”I don’t want to see you at all; stay the hell away from me. Also, since when is this place your cultivation room? The Great Sun Heavenly Pond is ownerless!”

Clearly, his five-colored lizard was able to monitor the surroundings accurately, hearing his words.

”Nevertheless, the Five Elements Spirit Tower is at a critical juncture in the refining process; I cannot leave yet...”

An Tuzi’s brows furrowed and then relaxed.

”Great Sun Spirit, I offer you my assistance.”

He swept his robe, and a ritual platform with thirteen command flags appeared before him. The incense fire rose gently, and multiple candle flames burned quietly, each item filled with an ancient taste of the years, seemingly transported from nowhere.

A flash of light emanated from his body.

”First, I offer a sacrifice to the ancestral masters of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, who tread the path of hardship and laid the foundations of the supreme Sword Dao...”

”Second, I offer a sacrifice to the Great Sun Spirit...”

An Tuzi donned a solemn and respectful sacrificial robe, dancing back and forth with complex ritual movements, chanting in his mouth, burning incense and praying, with light blue smoke rising to the sky.

”Today, a thief from the Eastern Devil School, masquerading as a Dari Swordsman, steals the foundation of the Sword Pavilion...”