Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding finished writing and glanced at his little notebook.

The first one was that mortal prince from Dongling City who, when he was sixteen, ah, just a few days ago, had driven him out of Dongling City and even led troops to surround and try to kill him. If he hadn’t run fast, he might have fallen into a very dangerous situation.

This line was gray, not crossed out, unresolved, because that person was killed by someone else. There was nothing he could do.

The second was Mu Tiansnow, the elder of Xuetu Hall, who also led an ambush against him, wanting him dead. He had escaped back then, and this one was already crossed out, completed.

The third was a shopkeeper from the Lingbao Commerce Association who had swindled him out of one hundred and fifty million, already crossed out, resolved.

The fourth was the Divine Crow Immortal, who had destroyed his Tushan Immortal City once...

...

The fifty-fourth was the Great Sun Sword Sect. Their Nascent Soul Monk had attacked him and, according to the principles of fairness, justice, and morality, owed compensation. This one remained unresolved.

...

All sorts of entries, a big pile of them.

The one hundred and seventeenth was An Tuzi, and the one hundred and eighteenth to one hundred and twenty-fourth were the seven Masters of Refining Nothingness from the Immortal Sects.

Of course, he didn’t dare to record their real names, as there might be some sort of sensing, so he used several circles and crosses to represent them, which was enough as long as he himself could understand.

Those that were unresolved were gray; those that were resolved were crossed out.

The ones still bright were pending resolution, managed in a very scientific manner.

The bright ones weren’t many, just a dozen or so.

”Just this few enemies... It goes to show how magnanimous and kind-hearted I am.”

Jiang Ding put away the little notebook and sighed in self-pity.

”How is someone as kind as me supposed to survive in the Cultivation World!”

The very moment the Shadow Demon Daoist and Tianxuan Zi from the Xuanwu Daoist died, the deep-seated crimson desire for slaughter in his Sea of Consciousness was swept away, leaving his Divine Soul as clear and translucent as crystal, making him feel like he had reverted back to the passionate, cheerful, innocent, and kind youth.

Don’t always think about fighting and killing; there’s poetry and distant lands in life as well.

And not only that, but there were also gains.

Jiang Ding focused on the space between his eyebrows.

This was an unknown existence that had emerged after Foundation Establishment, which, during the refining process of the Taiqing Flying Sword, drew certain unknown substances from the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi to strengthen itself.

When he cut down Zhong Yuanzi, he didn’t feel much, but after slaying the Shadow Demon Daoist and Tianxuan Zi from the Xuanwu Daoist, he could instantly sense a large quantity of unknown substances escaping from the shattered Sea of Consciousness of the two Daoists, being absorbed by the space between his eyebrows without leaving a single drop, and stored away.

”Is this the reason the Swordsman of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion tirelessly seeks out Immortal Sect Disciples?

Much more than their desire for Nascent Soul Monks.”

Jiang Ding pondered thoughtfully.

”It is known that some of the elite disciples of Immortal Sects with Nascent Souls are very powerful, surpassing the general meaning of Nascent Soul Peak.”

”Yet, the Great Sun Swordsman of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s desire for them is nowhere near as intense as their desire for Immortal Sect Disciples.”

A large amount of unknown substances was stored in the one-square-kilometer space between his eyebrows, coming from the three Daoists, piling up in abundance.

Suddenly, certain changes occurred.

The edges of the space between his eyebrows began to rumble with soft thunder, like the crackling of lightning and thunder, as if heralding the creation of the world, where life was bred in chaos and pushed outwards.

”Has this space expanded?”

Jiang Ding, who had been carefully observing, immediately noticed the slight difference.

The space between his eyebrows expanded from a perfectly regular one-square-kilometer cube, extending about half a centimeter in size towards the heavens, earth, and all directions, and then gradually stopped.

An instinct arose within Jiang Dingxin.

This space would keep expanding, a bit each month, continuing indefinitely until the accumulated unknown substances were exhausted. Only then would this rate of expansion stop, and accumulation could continue.

”It expanded by half a centimeter...”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense and Sword Intent slowly scanned his weakened Divine Soul and desiccated flesh.

This was a sequela of self-immolation, needing at least twenty years of recuperation to recover, and it also required a large amount of precious fourth and fifth order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures; otherwise, there would undoubtedly be lingering effects that could impact his cultivation path.

If this were a Golden Pill Monk from a Minor Thousand World, without some heaven-defying opportunity, his cultivation path would be ruined.

Burning Essence Blood, Divine Soul, and flesh—this was not a matter to be taken lightly but a sacrifice involving self-destruction to kill the enemy at all costs.

If it continued for a few more seconds, cracks would appear in his Dao Foundation.

Of course, meeting these healing conditions was not difficult for the Xianmen Sect.

”The space between my eyebrows expanded just a tiny bit..., but it seems to be of no use; did the speed at which my Divine Soul operates or the speed of calculation increase slightly? I’m not sure.”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense and Sword Intent scanned repeatedly but couldn’t draw any conclusions.

The change was too minor, and Xianmen Sect did not research or have any inheritance in this area; it was quite complicated.

”Forget it, don’t worry about it; first, focus on healing.”

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged.

His injuries were too severe!

His skin turned to powder and fell off, revealing the brown flesh beneath. It had become dry and lost its moisture and vitality due to burning, exposing the paler bones. His Sea of Consciousness was turbulent and exceedingly fragile; his meridians showed cracks.

Such a gruesome state was truly terrifying.

At the moment, although he lacked the ability to heal, he had to make every effort to maintain his current state and prevent further deterioration.

Before closing his eyes, Jiang Ding took one last look at the battlefield.

After the annihilation of the seven Daoist disciples and the elite warriors of the Immortal Sects, the allied forces of the Eight Great Immortal Sects still numbered over eight million, retaining a certain level of combat strength.

However, at this moment, their morale completely collapsed, their hearts filled with fear, and they frantically retreated towards the Gangwind Layer and the Boundary Wall, colliding and slaughtering each other, a common sight. They completely disregarded the pursuing Immortal Sect Fleet, which caused even greater casualties in an instant than before.

The situation had become very clear.

In a world where great power is concentrated in one individual, when the topmost Dao Children and elite warriors met defeat, the entire battlefield lost; there was no longer any chance of victory, and remaining was akin to waiting for death.

The battlefields in the south, west, and north of the Fire Spirit Realm should also be the same.

Without the combat strength of Dao Child Level, the allied forces of the Eight Great Immortal Sects still held a considerable battlefield advantage and could continue to fight.

But it was already meaningless.

Once the Great Sun Swordsmen and the Eastern Devil School fleet were free, they would immediately deliver a devastating blow to the other directions’ forces of the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

If things go as expected, the allied forces of the Eight Great Immortal Sects on the other three battlefronts are already beginning to retreat, to prevent the arrival and slaughter by the Great Sun Swordsmen, and to preserve as much of their vitality as possible.

In fact, they worried too much.

Jiang Ding was rather indifferent to this.

Inheritance Disciples, core disciples, known as Elites, were indeed Elites.

Such genius is extremely rare in a Minor Thousand World.

They were the few among tens or hundreds of billions of ordinary people, nearly the geniuses that would emerge from among billions of humans. Being called Elite was no exaggeration and was quite fitting.

However, from a higher perspective, within a Domain with hundreds of Minor Thousand Worlds,

Such Elites would emerge in large numbers every hundred years.

Another few hundred years would pass and this batch of Elites would grow once more, becoming Golden Pell Realm Inheritance Disciples and core disciples, a never-ending stream that cannot be extinguished through killing.

If one could not eradicate the Immortal Sects at once, it would only delay their lower forces for a few hundred years. Compared to the tens of thousands of years lifespan of a Master of Refining Nothingness, the effect was not significant.

Taking the risk of worsening injuries and damaging the Dao Foundation to do such a thing was undoubtedly a losing deal.