Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

True Master Yin Jiu’s tiny Nascent Soul merged with the space around it, moving with a speed so terrifying that it covered a hundred miles in an instant, and there was no sign of the speed diminishing at all.

This was its usual pace.

In countless realms, the wisdom of innumerable human geniuses combined, the miracle of the Immortal Path was created over countless eons.

Nascent Soul!

The Nine Elements Spiritual Ginseng could burrow through the earth, and most third-order spirits and monsters could barely be caught by Nascent Soul Monks. In contrast, the human Nascent Soul traveled through space itself, performing a spatial escape!

In terms of rank, it surpassed the others by more than just a notch.

What is natural is not as good as what is man-made; this is the masterpiece of human intelligence.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flashed and disappeared into space.

It wasn’t cutting through, nor piercing, but rather drilling into the interlayer of space, becoming one with it, and moving at extreme speeds within.

At that moment, space was not an obstacle but an aid, like a human swimming underwater, using it to cross over mountains and rivers that were originally out of reach.

Part of Jiang Ding’s Divine Soul was inside the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Looking outward at this moment, he saw a bright, white world, wide and deep, without the concept of boundaries.

In front of him, a tiny figure the size of a palm scurried anxiously, ripples of transparency spreading out wherever it passed, occasionally looking back uneasily. It was clear that it had some understanding of the opponent it was facing.

The next moment, without any surprise, a Blue-Gold Flying Sword appeared in its pupil, speeding toward it.

The spatial ripples retreated behind him, and a fierce aura surged into the sky, firmly locking onto the core of True Master Yin Jiu’s Divine Soul. The distance between them was rapidly closing.

Even in this state of Divine Soul, as everything in heaven and earth slowed down immensely, time was only an instant, and the Blue-Gold Flying Sword had already closed a large gap, arriving behind him, its chilling Sword Intent seizing the soul.

”Swordsman!”

”Spare me! I am willing to surrender to the Sword Pavilion, to cleanse and change my ways, willing to let you place a life-and-death restriction in my Divine Soul core!”

True Master Yin Jiu cried out in horror, sincerely, without a trace of deceit.

”Spare my life!”

This was a Dari Swordsman from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion!

An ancient and terrifying power. The Great Sun Sword Cultivators should be commanded by him, obey his orders to fight, to live and die without opposition, to have victory without equals.

This was not a disgrace but an honor, a great opportunity, increasing the chances of advancing to Divinity Transformation in the future.

”No mercy.”

Jiang Ding was concise and to the point.

He was not a rigid Cultivator.

If tactics or persuasion led to a better victory, he would not refuse to use them, all for the sake of ultimate victory.

Only the victor could define what a Sword Cultivator should be.

If, for instance, the person before him was strong enough to leave him with no recourse, or alternatively, if Jiang Ding believed that killing him would come at a significant cost.

Then, the conditions were acceptable.

Even more generous terms were open to negotiation.

However, not now.

Whether he surrendered or resisted, nothing could change the ultimate outcome.

So, now, he must pay the price for his crimes.

”You deserve to die!”

”You really deserve to die!”

True Master Yin Jiu’s cry was one of despair, yet it was not entirely unexpected.

All the Dari Swordsmen were so, greedy, bloodthirsty, uncompromising. He roared, ”You’re still too weak now! Only at the Middle Jindan Stage!”

”Spare me!”

”Or else, I will immediately send messages to the Liudao Sect, the Great Sun Sword Sect, the Alliance of Righteousness and Demons, Great Sun Sect, and even to the Wanyao Valley of the West Desert, to the Divinity Transformation powers of the Human Race. Apart from some Cultivators from the Great Sun Sword Sect, the rest will not let you off!”

”A Dari Swordsman in his growing stage, all forces will go crazy, even if they have to scour the skies above and the Yellow Springs below to completely annihilate you!”

True Master Yin Jiu threatened loudly.

”Now, release me immediately!”

”I swear I will not reveal the slightest bit, I can guarantee it with a Spirit Consciousness Restriction and a Daoist Pact!”

This was the reality.

A fully grown Dari Swordsman, the entire world belonged to him.

Any power, any cultivators, as long as he disliked them, could be annihilated cleanly in the blink of an eye, with not a fragment of their Divine Souls escaping.

If the cultivators were not willing to become actual slaves, their lives and deaths held in the palms of others, they had to be insane, they had to fight desperately.

”Do as you please,”

”As long as you can achieve it,”

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

He seemed unconcerned as the power of his Divine Soul surged into the Taiqing Flying Sword, significantly speeding it up and instantly closing a large distance.

At such a close range, the edge of the sword was bitterly cold; the Sword Intent of Destruction was even more terrifying.

Clang!

With a cold sound of sword ringing through the thunderous Sword Qi Thunder Sound, the Taiqing Flying Sword slashed straight down!

”No!”

At the brink of death, True Master Yin Jiu let out an angry roar, burning his life essence, all of which surged into the few remaining shards of his Pigeon Wing Sword, merging body with sword, to meet the attack of the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Clash!

The two Flying Swords interwove, and the space suddenly fell silent.

True Master Yin Jiu and his Life Flying Sword became stiff, like puppets.

Gradually,

A sword mark appeared on True Master Yin Jiu’s Nascent Soul and the shards of the Pigeon Wing Sword, and the vital energy faded slowly.

Yet, it did not completely fade away.

The Sword Intent, which could destroy all things and annihilation all living beings, did not erupt to turn his Divine Soul to dust. Instead, it temporarily built a pathway for vitality, keeping that last trace of life force intact.

The light of the Taiqing Flying Sword flashed, scooping up the stiff True Master Yin Jiu and his Life Flying Sword, leaving this spatial interlayer.

Outside,

Jiang Ding, who appeared to be meditating with closed eyes, opened them, his gaze serene, ”The methods of sending messages are quite varied, three hundred and seventy-two secret techniques, tens of thousands of transmission frequencies, involving all factions.”

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword broke through the spatial interlayer, emerging like a fish leaping out of the water, appearing before him.

A drowsy-faced little figure emerged in the air, its Divine Souls entirely sealed, no longer able to resist even slightly.

”It seems,”

Jiang Ding suddenly had an instinct, ”I don’t need a Soul Searching Talisman to access the soul memories within his body, and I don’t even have to learn any Soul Searching magic, I can do it simply by capturing him.”

Five-grade Soul Searching Talismans are rare, only Nascent Soul Cultivators can draw them. They’re not only expensive, but a Divinity Transformation Heavenly Monarch might not even have the time.

Their concept of time differs from that of an ordinary cultivator; a single closed-door cultivation session could last decades.

As for spending money to make the Divinity Transformation Heavenly Monarch work overtime and become more diligent?

He simply couldn’t afford that yet.

Thus, over the years, Jiang Ding had only accumulated one five-grade Soul Searching Talisman.

”No rush,”

Jiang Ding took out a fourth-order sealed Jade Box and placed the about-to-collapse True Master Yin Jiu and his Life Flying Sword inside, pinching a Mana Technique and casting a sealing secret technique.

Mysterious black runes fell on the Jade Box, gradually, the box ceased to emit any breath, its internal space tending towards a frozen state, where the creatures and substances inside could hardly change, struggling was useless, and contact with the outside was impossible.

Then came the cleanup of the battlefield.

The Demolishing Spirit Demolishing Skills were cast, collapsed mountains, dried-up rivers, charred earth... all were restored to their original state. Then he collected all the dead animal carcasses, retrieved True Master Yin Jiu’s storage bag, and cleared away all traces of foreign energies.

A few minutes later, everything was complete.

Jiang Ding vanished without a trace.