Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch and Canghai Heavenly Monarch met up with a few Nascent Soul Immortals who looked quite aged. They brought Jiang Ding and the others to a place called Tongtou Street and held a banquet for them in a large outdoor eatery.

Spicy crayfish, grilled fish, grilled eggplant… as well as stacks of beer were ordered.

”Eight horses, oh, five leaders!”

”Six sixes…”

Loudly playing finger-guessing games, the group with Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch drank, boasted about their alcohol tolerance, occasionally rolled up their sleeves to show off tattoos, completely ignoring the frowning expressions of the other patrons… Their lack of decorum was evident.

”Er…”

Jiang Ding didn’t like to drink and was not good at finger-guessing games; he felt somewhat uneasy, looking towards Immortal Dinghai and the other two.

Apart from Immortal Luling, the three exuded a scholarly air and didn’t seem like the type to enjoy drinking.

They contentedly ordered several pots of iced tea and heartily ate the spicy crayfish and grilled fish, barely saying a word.

They paused only to answer questions from their elders, spending the rest of the time eating.

They each picked whatever tasted good, calling the boss for more dishes once they finished. They didn’t have to worry about paying, so they had no reason to hold back.

Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch and the others didn’t press them to drink, treating them like upstarts brought out for a meal, occasionally asking about cultivation and studies, and offering encouragement.

For the most part, they were boisterously drinking and bragging with their comrades.

Most of the food wasn’t touched by them but was devoured by Immortal Dinghai and the others.

’I understand now.’

A realization dawned on Jiang Ding, and he quickly followed suit.

He flipped through the menu, ordering a dry pot of crayfish and a big bottle of refreshing soda, diving right into his meal. He occasionally paused to nod in agreement, mouth slick with oil, happily taking in the teachings offered by Canghai Heavenly Monarch and the others about cultivation and combat experience.

After eating for over ten hours, which was rather fearsome given the appetites of Nascent Soul Monks, they finally dispersed in a drunken stupor.

Originally, Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch had wanted to go sing karaoke, but he was dragged towards the direction of the Xiandu Library by Immortal Dinghai and the others while heavily inebriated.

”Teacher, goodbye!”

Jiang Ding waved his hand, bidding them farewell.

Every year or two, he would visit the Golden Palace to study the Golden Emperor Map. Now he wasn’t interested—it was more important to focus on cultivation.

Hurtling through the sky was his azure flying sword, maintaining a speed around that of the Golden Pill Peak level, occasionally stopping at traffic lights to let the flow of vehicles pass.

——City sky lanes, speed limited to Golden Pill level.

After crossing several traffic lights, he flew out of the city range.

Jiang Ding was about to tear through space to return to his dormitory when he suddenly paused, gazing down at the industrial area below.

Xiandu’s Northern Industrial Zone.

Factories stood in ranks, with straight plumes of thick smoke occasionally rising, and people bustling about, stretching as far as the eye could see.

His Scorching Sun Spirit Iron Factory No. 1 was located here.

But that wasn’t the most significant factor; he had visited the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron Factory No. 1 many times before, and it was running well with no personnel issues.

The management staff Heavenly Monarch Wanji found for him had also been carefully selected, they were completely competent, able to stably produce Scorching Sun Spirit Iron. And if needed, they could immediately increase production capacity to accept orders from other Sword Dao cultivators for profit.

What was key were the big changes he noticed.

”There are more workers…”

”Many previously semi-idle production lines that were just maintained are now operating at full speed, and production capacity is continuously increasing…”

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, Jiang Ding compared the current scene with what he remembered from passing by here sixteen years ago and immediately noticed many differences.

”The goods being produced include elixirs, talismans, tanks, heavy machine guns, and ammunition…”

These were intended to serve Foundation Building Qi Practitioners.

He extended his Divine Sense further.

The higher-grade alchemy factories and artifact-refining factories were also in operation, with Golden Pill Monks managing and executing core processes, Nascent Soul Monks overseeing everything. They efficiently produced Golden Pill level warship shells, Nascent Soul level mothership shells.

There were also mass-produced treasures, Nascent Treasures, and talismans for attack, defense, escape, concealment, and soul searching drawn by large factory-grade magic instruments…

Such scenes were common as far as his Divine Sense reached.

Nascent Soul and Golden Pill cultivators were working overtime in tight collaboration.

A large quantity of magic tools, treasures, elixirs, talismans, and shells—though not the most top-notch, yet of above-average quality and much lower cost—were being continuously produced.

As Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense neared, numerous magical detection systems were triggered. Through computation by the Array Spirit Computer, his location was instantly surmised. Numerous formidable array patterns appeared, ready to exterminate the intruder.

It was only after his identity was confirmed that the array patterns slowly faded, extremely sharp in their response.

”War, it seems, has already begun...”

Jiang Ding’s expression was distant.

The Xianmen Sect, an industrial group of the Immortal Path, was transitioning to a wartime state!

In the industrial wars of the Immortal Path, logistics in the rear were as important as the front-line battlefields, with massive amounts of treasures, magic tools, and artillery shells being produced and distributed to various units on the front lines, making the most dangerous plans.

This change occurred not only within the Xianmen Sect but also in the thirteen subordinate Small Worlds, where similar events were likely unfolding.

All forces were being mobilized, and the colossal Domain Overlord war machine was slowly turning, stirring ripples that affected countless worlds.

The Eight Great Immortal Sects would certainly not be ignorant of these unfolding events.

What would they do?

Suddenly, Jiang Ding felt a sort of suffocation.

Masters of Refining Nothingness looked far into the future, contemplating the grand scheme thousands or even tens of thousands of years ahead. With such longevity, even if their vision appeared short-sighted, it would seem unimaginably distant to low-ranking cultivators.

A Starfall!

A fight to the death!

The death of countless living beings!

Such a total war might be happening right now.

”Ding!”

At that moment, the sound of the Central Array Spirit Computer rang out.

”President of Qingfeng University, Immortal Dinghai, and commander of the East Army Group, Canghai Heavenly Monarch, have passed the review for your eligibility for Dharma-Ending City. Please check your notification.”

”Dharma-Ending City?”

Jiang Ding started.

It was unexpected, yet not.

He slowly savored the term.

There was no physical treasure or mail.

Following the Central Array Spirit Computer’s prompt, a grey, misty imprint of a steel city appeared in his Sea of Consciousness, exuding an air of absolute annihilation and prohibition of magic.

An instinct rose within Jiang Ding.

If a moment of crisis was to come, this imprint would automatically trigger, and his Divine Soul along with his Flying Sword would instantly appear within the starry sky’s doomsday warship.

To ensure the speed of escape, the physical body would be abandoned, with only him alone maximizing the chance of slipping away from the Masters of Refining Nothingness’s tracking lock-on.

Afterward, the doomsday warship would follow the pre-set course to the last safe place of the Xianmen Sect—inside Dharma-Ending City—waiting for a distant future.

No matter what,

nothing would ever truly end.

The goal of the Xianmen Sect was to reach true success and complete victory.

”It really is...”

Jiang Ding’s thoughts spun a hundred times over; he took a deep breath.

”Joyful indeed.”

He turned and left the industrial district, merging with his sword in unity, a sword-shaped Escape Light tearing through space.

At the entrance,

Jiang Ding was about to push the door and enter the Silver Sky Island residence, when his gaze sharpened slightly as he looked towards the distance.

A girl in a moon-white fairy skirt stood there.

Moonlight spilled onto her beautiful, jade-like face, her eyes complex, watching quietly, not knowing how long she had waited.

”Jiang Dingzi,”

Yu Qianzi’s lips parted slightly.

She did not use the distant name of Dari Swordsman, nor did she use Jiang Ding, which was a bit more intimate.

Taoist disciple,

This appellation was commonly used among the disciples of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, denoting an acquaintance neither particularly good nor bad.

”I have come to bid you farewell.”