Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding focused his mind and held his breath, gripping the sword hilt, his Divine Sense and Sword Intent scanning the surroundings over and over again.

This ancient voice could not persuade him.

No matter where these theories came from, in this world, there was no such thing as destiny, no fate that was predetermined.

Everything had to be fought for with the sword in hand, every obstacle had to be cleaved open with the sword one wielded.

”My young friend,”

”Great Sun Sword Pavilion united the Domain after countless Ancestor Masters braved thorns and shed blood ceaselessly until finally the Son of Destiny was born...”

The aged voice sighed with endless regret, as if it had seen a bright pearl covered in dust: ”This is the bearer of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s tens of thousands of years of longing, an elite destined to break through Above Void Refinement!”

”What talent, what a bright future?”

”And what are you doing now?”

”Striving to break through the Nascent Soul, troubled by the secret Infant Formation Art, barred from progress for thousands of years to come, vainly waiting until a lifetime of regret ends, a grave grown over with wild grass.”

As the words were spoken, an image formed in Jiang Ding’s heart.

It was the public cemetery in Rongcheng City.

There, on Mr. Guo Kui’s tombstone, fresh moss had begun to grow; the area in front of the tombstone was desolate, wild grass thriving, not a trace of incense ash or signs of offerings to be seen.

At the very least, it had been decades since anyone had paid their respects.

What made the situation even more heart-wrenching was that this was not by chance; in the endless cosmic times ahead, there would never be anyone coming to pay respects again.

The children to whom Mr. Guo Kui had given the chance to take the Foundation Building Pill, having themselves passed away, as had their grandchildren, no longer part of this world.

And their great-grandchildren had forgotten.

Whether it was for lack of emotional connection, the burdens of life weighing them down, or the pursuit of more fervent dreams, they had forgotten this ancestor with whom they had never lived.

In the world, there was no one left who remembered that around the year 11127, there was an exceptionally good teacher of ideology and morality at Rongcheng No.1 Middle School.

”No, I’m still here, I still remember...”

Jiang Ding instinctively retorted, then paused abruptly.

Next to the moss-covered tombstone stood one that was pristine, inscribed with words.

”Here lies the first dean of Qingfeng University Adult Swordsmanship Department, the forefather of Immortal Sword Path, Tomb of the Grand Sun Immortal.”

Jiang Ding’s hand clutching the sword hilt tightened.

”The Immortal of Rongcheng, born in the year 11109, perished in 17109... The Immortal seized control of the Geomagnetic Realm... The Immortal broke through the Nascent Soul after a two-thousand-year Deep Slumber... The Immortal at the peak of Nascent Soul...

After another four thousand years of Deep Slumber,

on December 27, 17109, returned home to visit the long-departed mother and sister, took with him his last regret of the Spirit Transformation Mystique, and passed away, transitioning into meditation at his Rongcheng home.”

”The Grand Sun Immortal lived childless, dedicating his whole heart and soul to Immortal Gate, it was due to him that Immortal Sword Path prospered so greatly, and that the Celestial Lords of Immortal Gate were successively born. The Immortal himself, however... We cannot forget his final wish, we must conquer the Great Sun Transformative Mystique, we must succeed, to comfort the Immortal’s spirit in heaven...”

”—Left by the entire faculty and students of the 17105 graduating class of Qingfeng University Adult Swordsmanship Department.”

Scene after scene unfolded in Jiang Ding’s Sea of Consciousness.

The sorrow and despair of the Adult Swordsmanship Department’s teachers and students who had grown up under his guidance was palpable at their mentor’s passing.

Schools and government offices throughout Immortal Gate lowered their flags in mourning, the Immortal Gate news repeatedly broadcast the demise of Grand Sun Immortal, the contemporary ruler expressed his sorrowful condolences... The elaborate displays of grief were extraneous, but vivid and infinitely detailed, as if crossing thousands of years to witness a day in the future.

As if it were real.

Rage surged wildly.

”Old bastard,”

Jiang Ding’s eyes slowly turned a deeper red, his heart uncontrollably flooded with waves of anger, ”Dare you curse me?”

Above Void Refinement, so what?

When the future arrived and he reigned supreme across the Domain, he would unbury this old creature form his turtle shell, slowly slice him into pieces with his sword, grind him into ashes, and ensure he never transcended death.

”Curse you?”

”You’re angry?”

”Young friend, this is a grave misunderstanding.”

The ancient voice did not agree.

”I did not cast any Divine Soul secret techniques.”

”The Starry Sky Army Formation protects you, that dead thing has invested a great deal of attention in you, I am but a feeble Soul Fragment, I cannot influence you.”

”Why are you angry?”

”This is merely what I, an old man, deduced about the future with great effort through the Innate Eight Trigrams, the Heavenly Palace is particularly adept at this method, it is passed down from the Ancestor Master.”

”Young friend, allow me to humbly say,”

”In this Domain, if we talk about the Heavenly Mechanism Calculation, among billions of creatures, I can be ranked in the top three.”

”Before me, that dead thing might be on par, and the old freak from the Heavenly Mechanism Immortal Palace might surpass me by a notch.”

”Would you like to ask that dead thing whether I am cursing you or not?”

Jiang Ding remained silent.

The Central Array Spirit Computer indeed had performed calculations.

”Young friend, you have an unmatched talent, you are the Son of Destiny born from the explosive convergence of fate accumulated over tens of thousands of years by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, how could you not know what’s true?”

The old voice spoke indifferently.

”The Eastern Devil School can help you break through to Nascent Soul, they have the capability to do so in a few thousand years.”

”Break through to Grand Sun Transformative Mystique? Break through to Grand Sun Refining Void?”

”Is it possible?”

”Ask yourself, is it possible?”

”They themselves are still desperately struggling with Void Refinement, how can they help others break through Refinement of the Void? Let alone Grand Sun Refinement of the Void?”

”Nonsense!”

”Even, becoming a Grand Sun Immortal is impossible, it is beyond their capabilities.”

The old voice sighed.

”In my Innate Eight Trigrams Calculation, such outcomes have more than a 99% probability of occurring, the possibility of error is extremely small, the limit of the Eastern Devil School is just that, no exceptions.”

”You were Elite for an era, dominating an era, known as the Dari Swordsman, Grand Sun Immortal.”

”So what?”

”In just 1200 years, your life will end.”

”Even, you don’t have that short lifespan of 1200 years, most of your life spent in deep slumber, waiting for that impossible breakthrough.”

”You can only, at the end of your life, take one last look at your mother’s and sister’s graves, sit down in despair, and turn to a pile of ash and soil.”

”As time flows endlessly, you will be forgotten.”

Feeling a surge of murderous intent in his heart, Jiang Ding took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and did not respond.

”Young friend,”

The aged voice finally revealed its purpose, earnestly saying, ”You have seen the method of the Heavenly Palace’s Taoist disciples, we are like the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, not confined by birth, not narrow-minded, as long as you can kill a Xuanwu Daoist of the same level, consume the seed of the Xuanwu Divine Court, you will become the new Xuanwu Daoist!”

”You needn’t worry about the internal exclusion, the cold looks, with just a word from me, it can all be decided.”

”Once you have advanced to Refining Nothingness and continued the laws of the Heavenly Palace, you will be the only ancestor of the Heavenly Palace, as far as the eyes can see, all Cultivators will be your juniors, you will be their deity; what exclusion can there be?”

”With the authority of the heavenly laws, you may take or ask for whatever you desire.”

”Even, if you like the atmosphere of the Eastern Devil School, you have many friends, teachers, and confidantes there, all of this can be kept, all will find their place in the Heavenly Palace, they will all advance further in cultivation, ascending to Nascent Soul, to Divinity Transformation will be trivial for them, the future is bright.”

”The Heavenly Palace is a Divine Court above Refinement of the Void, it is the palace of the Daoist disciples, what is a little ant’s hatred to it?”

”You will not lose anything, you will have everything!”

The elderly voice, sincere and earnest, without any bewitching techniques, echoed like the low chant of a demon, sinking into the deepest parts of the heart.

In that gaze, on the Innate Eight Trigrams board, there was a sword mark which seemed to radiate light, possessing a fatal attraction.