Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding returned to the Silver Sky Island dormitory he had left sixty years ago.

It was still the same, no room, no bedroom, no alchemy furnace, no spirit beast stalls, just a metallic floor smooth as a mirror.

Many places were still pockmarked and uneven, remnants of the Taiqing Flying Sword Nascent Treasure Tribulation that occurred long ago and had never been repaired.

These marks represented a history of the past.

Somewhat inexplicably, he was becoming increasingly reluctant to see the traces of the past covered up and disappearing, preferring to leave them as they were.

”I really wish I could control time and live without any regrets...”

Jiang Ding murmured.

His figure vanished into thin air.

...

Tushan Immortal City.

A youth in green clothes opened his eyes.

In that instant, spread across the entire Northern Plains, countless Golden Pill Monks, countless Foundation-building cultivators, and the divine souls of nine Immortals of Nascent Soul all trembled, instinctively feeling fear, panic, and wild joy among other complex emotions.

Then, killing intent arose in many hearts.

Many long-prepared plans unconsciously came to mind.

An Immortal of Nascent Soul would never be enslaved by others!

”The Tu Shan Maiden Corps hasn’t been annihilated; they seem to be developing quite well...”

Jiang Ding glanced over.

He wasn’t particularly concerned with the various feelings of wariness, murderous intent, and uncertainty transmitted from the numerous Taoist seals in his Sea of Consciousness.

In the Sea of Consciousness, the swords-shaped seals were neatly ordered, scattered around and anchored to various cores.

The number was eighteen thousand!

Eighteen thousand cultivators above Foundation Establishment, a large number of Golden Pill Monks, even nine newly promoted Dao Soldiers of Immortals of Nascent Soul!

The Great Sun Dao Soldiers had developed to a point where they could be said to have a complete prototype.

What follows would be endless warfare, ceaseless slaughter, continuously absorbing elite talents from various Minor Thousand Worlds, and then plunging them back into the bloody battlefields...

This cycle would repeat indefinitely, never ceasing.

In this way, after thousands and tens of thousands of years, when the Great Sun Swordsman advances to Refining Nothingness, an elite force comprising a vast number of Divinity Transformation Cultivators and Immortals of Nascent Soul will form, capable of suppressing countless Minor Thousand Worlds. This top-tier Dao troop would then follow the Great Sun Swordsman to inherit the Sect’s Dharma and rule over it.

Of course, these things are still very far off for now, only in an infantile form.

”Just over sixty years...”

”Well, that’s not short, one-tenth of a Golden Pill Monk’s lifetime, developing to this stage, is not bad I suppose,”

Jiang Ding exclaimed with a sigh.

He did not immediately assimilate the memories of these years.

He began to sweep the surroundings with his Divine Sense, in accordance with military regulations, to confirm the safety of the environment and assess any risks.

Even so, it was important not to lose such a good habit.

Besides, he was currently in a severely injured state, unable to exert his full strength easily, so caution was necessary.

Moreover, even once recovered, arrogance was not an option.

In this world, there could be Divinity Transformation Cultivators!

Though they were no longer in a period of prominence in life and had not shown themselves to the world for many years, no one knew when such Heavenly Monarchs might appear.

Jiang Ding considered that his own power far surpassed that of a Nascent Soul Peak.

But against Divinity Transformation Cultivators... he was not confident.

If he encountered one, he would face tremendous danger to his life, and the chances of escaping on his own strength were slim.

In such circumstances, it was better to be cautious.

”There’s no rush... my strength hasn’t reached its peak yet...”

Jiang Ding looked towards the direction of the Great Sun Sword Sect.

The Great Sun Sword Sect, I must go!

As long as there isn’t a Nascent Soul Cultivator personally stationing there, he was determined to go and claim the compensation for the attack he once suffered from a Nascent Soul Immortal of the Great Sun Sword Sect, even if that meant taking some risks.

Not for anything else, but because there was a great possibility that the Great Sun Inheritance existed there!

Whether it’s complete or not, a Nascent Soul level sect cannot bear too high an order of inheritance, and even the Divine Souls of Nascent Soul Monks are incapable of containing such knowledge of the Immortal Path.

But it must be there!

Of course, everything had to be under the premise of safety.

If it was too dangerous, risking one’s life at every turn, then it would be better to wait another four hundred years. By then the Xianmen Sect could also develop the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art, perhaps slightly less effective, but usable, and it was not impossible to make up for it in the future.

”I am still...”

Jiang Ding calculated in his heart.

He had no bottleneck advancing to the Golden Pill Peak; it would only take a hundred years to cultivate from the Golden Core Late Stage to the Golden Pill Peak.

However, the constant wars over the past decades had inevitably impacted his cultivation.

”Fifty-three years,”

”In fifty-three years, I will be able to advance to the Golden Pill Peak, reaching the limit of the Golden Core Period.”

Jiang Ding arrived at the conclusion, ”When the time comes, I won’t care about anything else, no matter the Great Sun Sword Sect, the Great Sun Dharma Sect, or the clashes between the righteous and demonic alliances; none of these will matter to me. I will directly break into the Great Sun Sword Sect, suppress anyone who dares to defy me, slay all those with hostile intentions, and claim my compensation for the attack.”

”Then, before any possible Nascent Soul Cultivator shows up, I will instantly make my escape, returning to the Xianmen Sect.”

”Hmph! If there really is a Nascent Soul Cultivator, just wait until I ascend to Nascent Soul... hehe...”

In fact, he could attempt it now, as it was highly unlikely that a Nascent Soul Cultivator would constantly be stationed at the Great Sun Sword Sect—it was just a small possibility.

This was just a Nascent Soul Sect, after all.

But there’s no need.

It’s only fifty-some years, and for a Taoist disciple, life is long. What’s the rush to take unnecessary risks?

Jiang Ding made his plans and scanned his surroundings with Divine Sense Scanning.

Tushan Immortal City had become even more prosperous, with over a million resident Cultivators and scores to hundreds of Golden Pill Monks. Under the control of the Tushan Maiden Corps, the city was orderly, and crimes among Cultivators rarely occurred.

The Spiritual Vein had also undergone changes.

It was originally just a Third-Order Superior Quality, the capital of the Tushan Monster Country, a Golden Pill level power. Now, in just under a hundred years of cultivation, it had leaped to the level of a quasi-Fourth-Order Spiritual Vein, surpassing the category of Third-Order Superior Quality Spiritual Vein, a miracle unseen in the lands of the Three Kingdoms for a millennium.

All of this was naturally thanks to the efforts of the Tushan Maiden Corps.

They had poured in vast amounts of Spirit Stones and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures into this place, almost like a river, constantly flowing into Tushan Immortal City over the years, without consideration for the cost, forcibly elevating this Spiritual Vein to the level of a quasi-Fourth-Order Spiritual Vein.

Moreover, for them, the consumption of such a massive amount of resources seemed to be nothing, just a normal small project.

Jiang Ding diverted part of his attention to check what the Tushan Maiden Corps had gone through over the years.

Over sixty years ago, just before the Immortal Sect Domain war began, the last time he paid attention to the Northern Plains, the Tushan Maiden Corps had defeated the combined forces of the Liudao Sect and the Ice Snow Palace, absorbing a large number of prisoners, with many Loose Cultivators and members from the Collateral Lineages of various families flocking to them, resulting in an explosive increase in their military power.

Afterwards, they formally entered the core area of the righteous and demonic alliance, unstoppable like gods, slaughtering all in their path and growing exponentially like a snowball.

At this critical juncture, the Guishan Tie Family disregarded their own defensive lines against the Great Sun Sword Sect and withdrew their forces from the front lines, rallying a massive army of three million from various major families, with the Direct Lineage Guiju Saint leading as the commander-in-chief, Ice Snow Saint Mu Tiansnow, Immortal Da’ai, and other elites of the Northern Plains Families serving as generals, truly a formidable force rich in elite talent.

They came with overwhelming momentum, easily annihilating most of the Blood King Army of Blood Cloud as they pushed forward.

Their goal was to achieve complete victory in one fell swoop, utterly annihilating the Tushan Maiden Corps, then turning back to establish defenses to stop the combined forces of the Great Sun Sword Sect and the Great Sun Dharma Sect.

Everything still had a chance, the war for the King’s Court wouldn’t end in failure.

Then, it failed.

The fully deployed Tushan Maiden Corps of 108,000 was too terrifying; there was no ground to hold or stalemate, just a pure sweep over them, demolishing the last regular forces of the righteous and demonic alliance like falling leaves, claiming all territories of the alliance, and becoming one of the overlords of the entire Northern Plains.

Guiju Saint, Ice Snow Holy Maiden Mu Tiansnow, Immortal Da’ai, and the other elites of the Northern Plains Families were no match for the 108,000 Dao Soldiers and fled in disarray.

Not only that, after absorbing a large number of prisoners and growing even stronger, the Tushan Maiden Corps showed no sign of satisfaction or stopping. Their sights were now set on the King’s Court armies of the Great Sun Sword Sect and the Great Sun Dharma Sect.