Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The news that Taiyin Swordsman had formed a Dao Principle Golden Pill spread out, causing ripples beyond the Outer Realm.

Taoist disciples are figures who have the potential of Refining Nothingness, possibly possessing the great power to dominate changes across thousands of Domains; although they are currently only Golden Pill Monks, every move they make attracts attention.

Some are dissatisfied, some harbor hatred, some are expectant… The reactions vary.

Jiang Ding pays no mind to these things, for he is still far from influencing Domains. All he needs to do is take care of his own cultivation.

First, he went home for a visit and stayed there for two weeks.

Afterward, he traveled through the Soulless Desert for half a month before returning to school on time, continuing to refine his Flying Sword, inscribe restrictions, draw in the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi for cultivation, and accumulate mana.

In the blink of an eye, several months had passed.

Under the splendid and radiant Sun God Wood, Jiang Ding opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

”The first day of the month… It’s New Year’s once again.”

Jiang Ding put away his Taiqing Flying Sword and flew towards the Air-Space classroom of Immortal Luling.

Ever since the passing of his paternal grandparents and his mother and sister’s advancement to Foundation-building cultivators, his family had seldom celebrated the New Year. Time seemed to fly so quickly that the moments marking the end and the start of the year no longer seemed so important.

Along the way, Air-Space Warships flew by, stirring up fierce winds that made the nearby Lin Hai rustle.

Jiang Ding’s gaze lingered on these warships for a moment.

Most are over six hundred meters long and more than eighty meters wide, as big as six or seven football fields, fierce Giant Iron Ships with gray-silver coatings.

Huge cannons studded with Runes line the bow; even without being activated, they spontaneously gather the surrounding Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, involuntarily exerting a pressure that could suffocate Foundation-building cultivators.

Air-Space Warships!

The heavyweight war machines of the Xianmen cultivators!

Against peers of the same cultivation base, they often can destroy their targets with a single shot; of course, this doesn’t count the elite like the true disciples of the Immortal Sects.

But this is not the ultimate form of the Xianmen cultivators’ combat power. Only when equipped with a large number of Air-Space war machines and forming a cultivator army, can they exhibit their manner of warfare, where even groups of true disciples are blasted to pieces before them.

Only extraordinary individuals like Taoist disciples who violate conventional reason can suppress them completely.

With the gathering of warships, the Air-Space war machines follow.

Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan greeted each other, piloted their war machines toward their superior warship, and swiftly merged the Array Patterns of their war machines with those of their warships, becoming an integrated whole.

”Today is still a division-level Army Formation drill, required to master and maintain a quasi-Nascent Soul level Army Formation under the enemy’s Domain.”

Immortal Luling had already arrived, casually giving instructions.

As the Domain unfolded, instantly, an aura of slaughter and spirit destruction spread in all directions, controlling the Spiritual Energy, sealing off all Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, effortlessly oppressing groups of Foundation Establishment and Foundation-building cultivators.

Jin Lingfeng, An Siyan, and others felt their breath catch, a heavy pressure overwhelming their hearts, losing all sensitivity to the external Spiritual Qi.

The next moment, numerous warships roared to life, spreading Array Patterns which combined with those of the Air-Space war machines participating in the drill, creating a quasi-fourth-order Great Formation filled with resplendent Spiritual Light.

Within and around several kilometers of the Army Formation, the will of Immortal Luling was dispersed, and control of the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi was restored.

A quasi-fourth-order Formation Method,

now had the capability to seize partial control of the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi from a Nascent Soul Domain!

Of course, it was at best a minor self-preservation measure; to actually counter the Domain spanning dozens of kilometers was still wishful thinking, but it meant not dying instantly at the whim of a Nascent Soul Monk.

Over a hundred Golden Pill Monks and tens of thousands of Foundation-building students drawn from various locations of Xianmen formed six quasi-Nascent Soul level Army Formations.

This was not their limit.

Every Jing-level Cultivation Method doctoral student here had the capability to command a quasi-Nascent Soul level Army Formation; given a full complement of division-level and regiment-level commanders and many soldiers, each person was a quasi-Nascent Soul level combatant.

After many years of accumulation, there are many such Golden Pill Monks within Xianmen.

In an era known as ’before the emergence of Xianmen Taoist disciples,’ the nascent Xianmen used nearly inexhaustible quasi-Nascent Soul armies and fourth-order Forbidden Nuclear Weapons to force back the Taoist disciples of the Immortal Sects.

If a Taoist disciple were careless, depleting too much mana, there was even hope of killing them.

Of course, this strategy was a reluctant measure, with vast numbers of Golden Pill and Foundation-building cultivators dying every moment; killing the enemy at the cost of significant self-damage.

Since establishing its dominant position, Xianmen has not needed to employ this tactic for quite some time.

”You’re learning quite well.”

Immortal Luling’s Divine Sense scanned the six divisions struggling against puppets within the Domain, nodding with satisfaction.

His gaze then shifted to a corner of the battlefield.

A youth in green robes sat cross-legged, taking out a faintly luminous green pearl.

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Beneath the Domain, he seemed to be unaffected, with a gentle breeze brushing against his face.

”This is a Taoist disciple of the Xianmen Sect.”

Immortal Luling was even more satisfied.

If you want a group fight, there’s a group fight, a duel, there’s a duel, who dares to defy?

...

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense surged into the Yin Mist Pearl.

This pearl was refined from a strand of Sword Intent by Immortal Yinwu of the Taiyin Sword Sect, and for over a hundred years, his challenges had ended in failure, with the only difference being how long he could last.

Now, after his promotion, this was his first attempt.

His vision blurred.

The surroundings were hazy, as if he were in the midst of a lake, with an elderly crone watching the surface of the water, her expression serene.

”Immortal Yinwu…”

As Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept across, a hint of disappointment appeared on his face.

During the Foundation-building period, he had thought there were no unbeatable foes. Now, it seemed unremarkable.

With his Divine Sense, he could clearly see that she was made from a strand of cold Sword Intent, and the lake around her was an illusion, one that could be admired or shattered into an array pattern of treasures with a mere gesture of the hand.

”Dari Swordsman.”

”It’s been a long time.”

The crone’s voice was hoarse, seemingly possessing sentience, and with a strange laugh, she said, ”Your swordsmanship is clumsy, but strangely enough, your Sword Intent seems unaffected, no weaker than the Dari Swordsman of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion of the past. This strand of my Sword Intent cannot withstand your sword strike.”

”The Eastern Devil School has really hindered you, how about...”

”Come.”

Jiang Ding spoke indifferently.

The Taiqing Flying Sword was unsheathed, its sharpness concealed, as it struck towards the crone’s head with a proper Basic Sword Control Skill strike, sword Qi gathering on one side of the blade.

”Mist!”

The expression of Immortal Yinwu hardened.

It was unknown what treasure-refining method the Xianmen Sect used to preserve her strong will to survive, but she opened her mouth and exhaled a thick green fog, spreading in all directions, obscuring Divine Sense and will.

The Taiqing Flying Sword ignored the Sword Intent fog as if it were nothing, effortlessly finding the core and striking down with a sword.

Ding!

Sparks flew, and beneath the sword, above the crone’s head, a Green Fog Long Sword materialized, followed by a second, and a third... densely packed swords surrounded them for several kilometers, forming a massive Sword Formation with a total of nine hundred Flying Swords.

The overwhelming force of the Taiqing Flying Sword, capable of instantaneously severing top-grade magic treasures, was split in two, and then in four... dispersed among over nine hundred Flying Swords, and then further scattered into the green fog over several kilometers.

Boom!

Instantly, the green fog exploded, twisted, faded, and was forcefully sliced apart and dissipated into nothingness.

On the spot, only nine hundred Flying Swords with dimming Spiritual Lights remained.

”Only leveraging the advantage of Flying Swords...”

The crone’s complexion turned pale.

With a swipe of her hand, the nine hundred Flying Swords clanged, forming a huge Sword Formation that enveloped the Taiqing Flying Sword, each move accompanied by a thunderous roar and swift beyond compare.

Moreover, streams, ice needles, and other magic attacks occasionally emerged among the sword Qi, suddenly striking and leaving the Taiqing Flying Sword in disarray, extremely cunning and experienced.

”Your Sword Qi Thunder Sound!”

Jiang Ding’s gaze faltered, only using basic Sword Control Skills to contend with her. Sparks flew as blades clashed, and the constant ringing sound of swords echoed as he carefully comprehended the exquisite swordsmanship of this Immortal.

Days later, the Spiritual Light of Immortal Yinwu’s nine hundred Flying Swords dimmed and collapsed.

The person herself was split in half by a blow from an Azure Flying Sword that struck through her brow.

Jiang Ding stopped, closed his eyes to review the recent battle, and after a long while, opened his eyes with the look of having gained much.

”I have moved another step closer to the second realm of the Sword Dao, Sword Qi Thunder Sound.”

Jiang Ding’s eyes shone: ”If even a mere object is like this, what if I find the Taiyin Swordsman and pester her for sword duels every day? Wouldn’t my swordsmanship progress by leaps and bounds?”