Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

After Heavenly Monarch Wanji left, Jiang Ding took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to adjust the state of his mana and Divine Sense.

In the Nine Great Immortal Sects, this was the time to burn incense and bathe, worship the Ancestor Master, and meditate in silence for months before commencing the solemn tasks of refining treasures and alchemy.

Actually, it was a process of psychological adjustment and self-hypnosis.

Several days later, he opened his eyes, sparkling like stars.

Jiang Ding breathed out Elixir Fire, beginning to scorch the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron.

Without any surprises, the effect was almost non-existent, merely going through the motions.

”This Elixir Fire,”

”Shouldn’t be like this…”

Jiang Ding was somewhat dissatisfied, ”I remember in the Great Sun Heavenly Pond’s River of Sun Flame, and even within the Sun Abyss, there are powerful flames of Sword Intent that could melt metal like it’s nothing. Both the Sun Abyss and the River of Sun Flame are actually manifestations of the Elixir Fire of past Great Sun Sword Masters; they didn’t have this weakness.”

”Even the Great Sun Dharma Sect has decent Elixir Fire!”

”It’s another case of lost heritage… Never mind, this thing is still usable. Let’s not worry about it for now. It can wait until I reach the Nascent Soul Stage. It’s not worth the distraction at the moment.”

After the past Great Sun Sword Masters died, they often chose to sit in meditation at the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, to nurture the next generation of Dari Swordsmen.

Jiang Ding took out ten Sun Flame Crystals, each ignited with mana, forming a blazing fire of Sword Intent.

In an instant, a red dot appeared on the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, quickly spreading to the entire spirit iron. Its temperature soared rapidly, and the chaotic mix of thousands of Sword Dao’s wills within turned into wisps of light black smoke under the high temperature, piercing tiny holes through the space.

This was the foreign will that had settled in the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron during its refining process, and it was also a source of danger. Just a thread could drive a Golden Pill Monk mad, leading to a deviation in cultivation.

It couldn’t be removed by external forces, nor could higher-ranked cultivators help, as some of the Sword Dao’s will components were necessary for refining Flying Swords and varied from person to person, with each individual being different.

Under the flames formed by the ten Sun Flame Crystals, the nature of the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron gradually changed.

”Time required, approximately three years and seven months…”

Jiang Ding estimated briefly and showed an expression of headache.

Refining Nascent Treasures was indeed troublesome, often taking several years, as if time was worth nothing.

”Cloud Day.”

Jiang Ding ordered.

”Understood, Commander.”

The gentle voice of Ship Spirit Cloud Day came from the Great Sun Battleship, situated under the shade of the Sun God Wood, ”Activating the Dyson Sun sunglasses-faced unmanned drone system for you…”

Under the sunlight, the deck of the Giant Iron Ship slowly opened, revealing rows of neatly arranged sword-shaped mirror drones.

The spatial fluctuations appeared innumerable times in an instant, with the Ship Spirit, crafted from Dao-number Stones, simultaneously processing millions of Formation Method operational programs.

In the blink of an eye,

Within a radius of nearly a hundred kilometers, one thousand and twenty-four sword-shaped mirror drones were laid out neatly, spaced evenly apart.

Unmanned Drone · Dyson Sun Sword Domain!

”It’s a pity that Immortal Burning Bone and the others are too weak and still can’t be deployed into real combat,”

Jiang Ding felt a bit regretful.

”The Taoist disciple from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace seems to be named Zhong Yuanzi?”

”I hope he doesn’t disappoint me, returning in defeat would not be pleasant.”

A myriad of hot golden Array Patterns emerged between the sword-shaped mirror drones, filled with the miasma of chaos. A single Array Pattern would appear and then transform into tens of patterns, constantly changing and evolving in a process of mysterious and unpredictable transformations, reflecting one of the pinnacle achievements of Xianmen Sect’s Formation Dao.

Suddenly, the sky dimmed.

It was not the dimming of nightfall, but rather, the whole world was devoid of any light, any brightness, plunging into pure darkness.

The light from the sun was completely blocked, absorbed, leaving no light within a hundred-kilometer radius.

Within this area, any spell that produced light, the lighting of any candle, or electric lights could not produce any result; they could not change the fundamental nature of this extreme darkness.

These lights weren’t scattered or forbidden, they still existed, just forcefully taken away.

After being taken, they were stored in the pinnacle of darkness!

A dazzling Great Sun within the darkness!

Its light was brilliant yet invisible to the naked eye. Light lost its function to convey information, and only Divine Sense could feel that terrifying and destructive power. Even an Immortal of Nascent Soul would be horrified and desperate to escape.

”Dyson’s Radiant Sun...”

Jiang Ding quietly admired the destructive sunlight in the darkness.

He disregarded the power within that could easily obliterate the lives of many Immortals of Nascent Soul, confident in his absolute control.

Jiang Ding waved his hand and gently sent the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron into the destructive sunlight.

Sizzle...

In an instant, the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, which remained motionless under the burning of Elixir Fire and only turned red under the burning of Sun Flame Crystal fire, boiled. Metallic bubbles appeared on the surface and quickly dissolved, rapidly transitioning from solid to liquid state.

During this process, wisps of light blue smoke visible to the naked eye diffused out.

If one came close to observe, they could make out the sword intents within the smoke, including ice-attribute, poison-attribute, wood-attribute Sword Dao intents... and so on, a chaotic mixture.

But,

There was neither a fire-attribute Sword Dao intent nor a Yang-attribute Sword Dao intent.

This was the process of separating the wheat from the chaff in sword refinement, something that could not be induced by external forces, but had to be eliminated bit by bit by oneself, honing and refining with one’s own Sword Intent.

This was inherently part of the training of Sword Intent. Those who skipped it lost an opportunity to grow.

In just a few short days, the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron turned into a fist-sized ball of hot liquid, its inner Yang-attribute and fire-attribute Sword Dao intents, after multiple refinements, were dazzling to behold.

”This is why Scorching Sun Spirit Iron greatly accelerates the speed of refining, by extracting Yang-attribute Sword Intent with Sword Intent, and then destroying it with Sword Intent, devouring it.”

”Within this, there’s a considerable danger. It’s common for Golden Pill Monks of the Great Sun Sword Sect to be seriously injured when refining Flying Swords, and there are even deaths...”

Jiang Ding talked to himself.

”But, that’s others. To me, there is no danger.”

”Because I am strong.”

”For the strong, the path is always clear, never harsh.”

Clang!

Without any delay, the Taiqing Flying Sword containing over seventy percent of a cultivator’s Divine Soul and Mana unsheathed and plunged straight into the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron liquid, allowing a layer of burning golden liquid to cover its entire sword body without leaving any gaps.

In that moment,

Terrible pain attacked from all directions, like ants gnawing in the flesh, like blocks of red-hot iron branding the skin, sizzling as the fat spat out and the scent of roasted flesh filled the air.

”Hiss...”

”It hurts a bit...”

Jiang Ding’s body shuddered, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyebrows knotted into a tight lump.

”It’s a bit unbearable...”

”Dammit! Who created this method of forging swords, are you even human? Don’t let me find you.”

”The Great Sun Sword Pavilion really is a bunch of unfeeling people; I suddenly think that the Daymoon Sword Pavilion’s approach might be correct. Yu Qianzi, I kind of need you...”

”Well, just a bit.”

Jiang Ding’s pained expression suddenly withdrew, returning to calm.

This was suppressing the Lake of Heart with the Sword Intent of Destruction, keeping it without a ripple.

Although still very painful, he was now able to control the chaotic thoughts within.