Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In the moment when Xuanwu Daoist’s Divine Soul and body were utterly destroyed and his Life Treasure, the Innate Eight Trigrams chessboard, shattered and flew apart, millions of cultivators from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace were struck by terror.

Everyone’s heart turned ice-cold, gripped by an inexplicable horror.

”Run!”

”The Taoist disciple is dead...”

”The Taoist disciple is dead!”

It was complete madness among the cultivators of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, they abandoned the still resisting army formations and scattered in all directions like ants fleeing a destroyed nest.

They jostled with one another, and on occasion, when a fellow sect member caused even the slightest obstruction, they would ruthlessly strike, blood and severed limbs flying everywhere, order completely gone.

Millions of soldiers, in an instant, collapsed!

Jiang Ding stood in the sky, slightly closing his eyes.

The Taiqing Flying Sword that had been excitedly buzzing quieted down, serene and peaceful, floating beside him like a gentlewoman.

He performed an inner view into his Sea of Consciousness.

Decades of sword refining had accumulated a killing intent deep within his Lake of Heart, the color a dark red, so concentrated it seemed unable to be dissolved, constantly on the verge of losing control, yet suppressed by the Sword Intent.

Again and again, no one knew when the Sword Intent would fail to suppress it.

But now, his Sea of Consciousness was crystal clear, like a flawless crystal, not a speck of impurity in sight.

Jiang Ding felt as if he has just unloaded a burden of a million pounds.

He himself was unprecedentedly relaxed, his Divine Soul sharp and clear, he seemed many years younger, returned to his state at the birth of his Xiantian.

Clang!

Ding dong...

In the center of the Sea of Consciousness, the Sword Intent of Destruction rose and fell, resonating with a metallic tone, the sound of the sword cry ethereal and crisp.

The Sword Intent was soaring dramatically!

It became more refined, taking great strides towards a completed state, becoming sharper and more brilliant!

Within a thousand miles, all cultivators subconsciously shivered, their bodies stiffening slightly, as if watched by a fierce beast.

”The Sword Intent should now be significantly ahead of the Taoist disciples of the Eight Great Immortal Sects...”

Jiang Ding was overjoyed.

The Dari Swordsmen of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion often had an absolute advantage in both Sword Intent and Swordsmanship, but this was not innate. Rather, it was through defeating one strong opponent after another, evolving their Sword Intent time and again, that they surpassed everyone else.

Now, he was undergoing this process.

His Sword Intent was changing.

And Sword Intent,

was the core of a Sword Dao Cultivator, and also the biggest difference between sword cultivators and Magic Cultivation,

it was the only reliance on this path!

In a flash, something was different.

In Jiang Ding’s heart, many insights arose suddenly, coming in a continuous stream, as common as duckweed in a stream and not cherished.

Some insights pertained to the embryonic form of ”Immortal Technique: Destroying Golden Sword 16th Power,” where many past difficulties were now suddenly clear, easily solved, as if he already saw the hope for taking this sword technique from the lab and truly applying it in real combat.

Regarding the Third Realm of Sword Path Refining Sword into Silk, with the materials from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, Jiang Ding was absolutely confident that even alone, he could conquer this Immortal technique within five hundred years and apply it.

If the continuous emergence of Sword Intent Cultivators from the Immortal Sect and the Immortal Sect’s own powerful and efficient Immortal Research system were added, this time could be further reduced by much.

There were also some thoughts on Swordsmanship.

Yet, all of the above were important, but far from the most important.

The most critical was,

”Great Sun Nascent Soul Art!”

”It’s ahead of schedule...”

Jiang Ding’s eyes shone brightly, disregarding everything else as all inspiration and thoughts poured into his contemplation of the Infant Formation secret art, forgetting all else.

He stood there, stunned, his eyes void of light, having even forgotten to maintain the basic levitation magic, silently falling toward the ground.

”Commander...”

This instant prompted a panic among the ranks of the northern Air Space army, and captives were no longer a concern as the fleet flew in formation, deploying expansively in layers around him, tightly wrapped.

Only after confirming he was unharmed did they silently dispatch a fraction of the fleet to clean up the battlefield, while making every effort to suppress the sounds emitted by the thrusters of the warships and war machines, eliminating all other noises.

The vast landscape became eerily silent; there was none of the sounds of insects chirping, the wind blowing, waves crashing, demon beasts fighting, or fish swimming -- quieter even than a meditation chamber.

Jiang Ding was oblivious to the outside world.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, myriad thoughts and inspirations underwent drastic changes.

The Great Sun Nascent Soul Art.

Up to this day, Jiang Ding had become a top authority in the Immortal Sword Dao Science, and many low, middle, and high-rank Immortal Sword Path skills, magic, and sword refining materials were either directly created by him or inspired under his influence.

In the realm of Sword Dao, Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch, Yuan, Canghai Heavenly Monarch, and others were not even close to him.

Different professions, different research directions.

They could only provide many peripheral helps, like calculating the variability of Spiritual Energy in some research processes, or verifying if the structure of some secret technique or magic was complete, and so forth.

These seniors, strong in power and unfathomable in their Immortal Research capabilities, were also willing to spare precious cultivation time in exchange for Library Points to help.

As long as you can turn your Sword Dao problems into mathematical problems, physical issues, they can solve them for you.

But if you can’t make this transformation, they can’t do anything either.

These transformations were primarily being handled by Jiang Ding and a large number of adult Swordsman Cultivators from the Sword Dao Department, the ’strategy’ of the Adult Sword Dao Department, continuously explored as long as the department was not disbanded.

But limited by the low cultivation base of the students in the Adult Sword Dao Department, with the highest only at the peak of Foundation Building, more than 80% of the transformation work was being done by Jiang Ding alone.

At this moment, countless thoughts and inspirations surged like a tide, conquering one previously difficult problem after another, transforming them into problems of Immortal physics, Immortal mathematics, or even if unable to transform, there was now a clear direction.

Jiang Ding didn’t dwell on the details; after a bit of thought, he recorded the results and moved on to ponder another problem.

In this state of tidal wave-like inspiration, almost like an epiphany, he was like a Heavenly God descended to earth, the once difficult problems that stood before his path like mountains were now cut down one by one with a snap of his fingers.

It was unclear how much time had passed,

Perhaps a long time,

Or perhaps just a moment.

In any case, his Sea of Consciousness experienced vast changes in Divine Sense data.

After a while,

The inspirations that surged like a tide began to ebb away ceaselessly.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, his breath faint, his Divine Soul greatly depleted, ten times more than the exhaustion from battling the Xuanwu Daoist, yet his eyes were lively, bright like the stars.

”Infant Formation secret art, it’s been shortened...”

”Shortened by nine hundred twenty-three years!”

”By comprehensive calculation, it will take no more than a thousand years, and I can develop the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art!”

”Taoist disciples, Taoist disciples, Taoist disciples...”

”Beautiful, healthy, attractive, noble, lively, compassionate Taoist disciples!”

Jiang Ding’s emotions surged as all the beautiful words tumbled over themselves, stacking upon the title of Taoist disciples, unable to contain his excitement.

”This is only Zhong Yuanzi at nine hundred ninety-eight... oh, no, it’s just one Zhong Yuanzi.”

”If... there were more, I dare not even imagine!”

Jiang Ding longed earnestly.

Now, he understood the madness of past generations of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s Grest Sun Swordsmen for the Immortal Sect disciples.

Compared to them, what are Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, what is shocking destiny, Immortal Pills, Immortal elixirs, they are all but trifles.

In comparison to the Taoist disciples, not even worthy to carry their shoes!