Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In front of the white-clothed young master, the fiery red Escape Light dissipated, revealing a person.

This man had a broad nose and wide mouth, strode like a dragon and stepped like a tiger, and his hair, resembling a lion’s mane, was scattered backward with strands of golden flame attached to it, radiating an intensely oppressive Sword Intent in all directions.

With a fervent and crazed gaze, he stared at the Six Dao Saint, as if he had sniffed out a supreme delicacy.

”Scorching Sun Swordsman.”

”This Sword Intent… it bears similarities to the Great Sun Sword Intent of Zhong Guangzi.”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, confirming something without any more hesitation after seeing it in person: ”Its potency... might make the Taiqing Flying Sword vibrate once, somewhat useful.”

The Saint Heir was blocked, and the scene turned lively indeed.

”Lie Shan.”

The handsome face of the Six Dao Saint, Yin Dao, turned somewhat ugly: ”Why are you chasing after me like a mad dog, hasn’t the past two hundred years of chaos been enough for you?”

The real name of the Scorching Sun Swordsman was Lie Shan.

”Do you really intend to provoke a war with the Righteous and Diabolic Alliance at this time?”

In the span of a breath, the Six Dao Saint’s damaged white clothes and curled, charred hair, as if having actual flesh and blood, undulated, repaired themselves, and regained a flawlessly handsome appearance. His white robe floated as if a True Immortal had reincarnated, with astonishing restorative abilities.

The core secret of the Liudao Sect, the Canon of Heavenly Man Transformation!

At every stage, one replaces an organ, including skin, bones, flesh, face, and hair, until the later stages, it’s said to be capable of refining a ’True Immortal Heavenly Man’ body.

Not only was the cultivation speed rapid, casting spells, refining treasures, breaking through stages, and the like were advantageously effortless, indeed a famous Diabolic divine skill in the Northern Plains.

His words were not just a threat.

The Liudao Sect, the leader of the Diabolism factions, was anchored by the Nascent Soul Peak Cultivator, the Supreme Elder with Six Fingers, who suppressed the Northern Plains, and firmly controlled the Northern Plains’ Diabolic families. They stood equal to the Righteous rule of Iron Family at Rule Mountain and were fully entitled to lead the strategy of the Righteous and Diabolic Alliance.

In such a critical moment, if the successor of the Liudao Sect, the Six Dao Saint, were to die, a massive war in the Northern Plains could very likely reignite.

The Great Sun Sword Sect is not the once gloriously formidable Great Sun Sect that overwhelmed the steppes. Since the split, and with the severe injury of the Supreme Elder Immortal Jianyang, it has become almost the weakest link among the three major forces.

If the clash instigates another united offensive from the Righteous and Diabolic Alliance and the Great Sun Dharma Sect, the Sword Sect might face destruction.

”...Ha ha ha ha...”

The Scorching Sun Swordsman laughed heartily, cradling a Fiery Golden Sword in his hands as boundless mana and golden flames poured into it. Sweltering waves of heat rolled outwards for more than ten miles, causing clouds to evaporate and leaves to curl and blacken.

”If the Great Sun Sword Sect perishes, it is naturally weak. This is survival of the fittest, the natural way of heaven.”

”I stand alone; my parents died early, and I have no offspring. If I perish on the path of pursuing the Sword Dao, what is there to worry about?”

”Not like you, with your children and grandchildren crawling all over the ground!”

”Madman…”

The fierce light in the Six Dao Saint’s eyes flickered momentarily.

Criminals with no attachments, no restraints, these are the type that the Northern Plains families have despised, and have continually tried to eradicate for thousands of years.

”Yin Dao, die!”

”With your blood and soul, forge my Scorching Sun Sword Intent!”

The Scorching Sun Swordsman felt he had given his opponent enough respect and wasted no more words. The Fiery Golden Sword in his hand surged with fire, shooting to the sky, splitting into six, each roaring and transforming into ferocious, fierce Fiery Golden Lions, lunging towards Yin Dao.

Before they even arrived, the Scorching Sun Sword Intent spread in all directions, and nearby living beings’ mana and Divine Sense were involuntarily ignited, burning, and rapidly depleting.

”You’re courting death!”

Yin Dao bellowed, as six Long Banners emerged around him, three black and three white, with misty black energy swirling around him.

The three white Long Banners respectively bore images of divine beings feasting in heaven, the many forms of living beings amidst the Incense Fire in the Human Dao, and Asuras wielding weapons in dance.

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The three black banners were respectively emblazoned with images of hungry ghosts swallowing all things, the suffering faces of hell’s multitudes, and the anguished cries of countless livestock being skinned and slaughtered.

This treasure, named the Six Dao Reincarnation Banner!

It was the method for refining the Life Treasure of the Liudao Sect, which reputedly could sweep living beings into the cycle of the Six Dao Reincarnation with a single flutter, subjecting them to the suffering of countless cycles of reincarnation, leaving their bodies untouched but their Divine Souls shattered and dead.

This set of six Long Banners was not yet powerful enough to do so, but it still radiated the aura of a top-grade magic treasure, with all seventy-two Earth Evil Prohibitions complete, just one step away from withstanding the heavenly tribulation and transforming into a Nascent Treasure.

The only imperfection was that one of the banners, representing the Hungry Ghost Dao, the ’Hungry Ghost Banner’, was not fully powered, possessing only about fifty-odd Earth Evil Prohibitions, causing many stagnations among the six Long Banners.

”Go!”

With a flick of Yin Dao’s finger, dark energy permeated from between the six Long Banners, expanding over twenty miles, where scenes of deities feasting, hungry ghosts wailing, and the myriad states of human existence emerged and alternated within the cycle of reincarnation, forming a realm of the Six Dao Reincarnation around him.

Boom!

The Scorching Sun Swordsman’s Golden Sword, transformed into six ferocious flaming golden lions, fiercely charged into the Six Dao Reincarnation, breathing fiery flames, and intermittently revealing a body of flame as it cleaved and pierced directly with each strike, tearing apart countless hungry ghosts, deities, and layers of reincarnation, quickly advancing towards the physical body of the Six Dao Saint.

In a brief moment, there appeared signs of collapse!

”That youth...”

Seeing this, the Six Dao Saint, Yin Dao, revealed a boundless intent to kill in his eyes.

Had it not been for the inexplicable loss of one of the banners, how could he be in such a sorry state under the attack of a cultivator of the same stage?

Boom!

Then, with a mournful cry, layers of reincarnation were shattered, the banner symbolizing the Human Dao, embroidered with the vicissitudes of humanity, dimmed in spiritual light and fell backward, causing the entire realm of the Six Dao Reincarnation to tremble nonstop.

The Six Dao Saint felt a pain in his heart but wasted no words, erupting with mana and fleeing into the distance once more.

The two figures chased each other, one after the other, quickly disappearing from sight.

”Quite a formidable strength.”

Jiang Ding silently watched their retreating figures and commented.

Such strength had already reached the quasi-Nascent Soul Stage, with the possibility of fleeing from a Nascent Soul Monk’s grasp.

Within the Xianmen Sect, it would require an Air-Space Master to deal with such an individual, who clearly was not an unknown figure.

From beginning to end,

the two of them were completely unaware that there was a figure observing them intently nearby.

”The golden flames atop the head of the Scorching Sun Swordsman look somewhat familiar.”

Jiang Ding’s attention, however, was focused elsewhere: ”This cannot be a coincidence. To encounter something that feels familiar to me yet is unrecorded by the Xianmen Sect must undoubtedly be a legacy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, and it may even be related to the Great Sun flame mark on the brow of Zhong Guangzi.”

”...Good, as long as it exists.”

Without further delay, he skimmed across the ground, flying low towards the direction of Dizifeng Peak.

Along the way, he encountered many Formation Methods obstructing him, Golden Pill Monks fighting bloodily over opportunities, and Demon Kings battling fiercely over Spirit Grass capable of breaking bottlenecks, but he paid no heed and remained unseen by any creature from start to finish.

After quarter of an hour, a kilometer-high mountain with carved railings and painted buildings, chirping birds, and fragrant flowers appeared before him.

And there, more than thirty Golden Pill Cultivators who had breached the Mountain Peak Array were about to enter and plunder, including those at early, middle, and late stages, the strongest among them a Post-golden Alchemist with a goat beard.

”Not bad, quite fast.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, arriving before everyone, revealing the silhouette of a Tushan Sword Cultivator. The Sword Intent of Destruction spread in all directions, his hand on a silver-white Longsword, he inquired.

”Gentlemen, this place is fated to me.”

”Is there anyone who objects?”

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