Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Home is still the best...”

After dinner, Jiang Ding lay comfortably on the sofa and watched TV, propping up his legs and following the news.

The Taiqing Flying Sword was bustling in the kitchen, washing dishes and scrubbing pots, occasionally emitting joyful sword cries.

The news was the same old story, today was about an industrial park built in the Fire Spirit Realm, tomorrow was about a seven-star tourist attraction built in the Sky Ocean Realm, helpful for those seeking to enlighten the Dao of water-related Cultivation Methods, inviting everyone for a visit and the like.

Various constructions were booming, showing no signs of slowing down even after forty years, and it was still accelerating.

”This station reports,”

”A Horned Demon Tribe museum has been established in the Geomagnetic Realm, welcoming all to visit.”

”The Horned Demon Tribe, a race that existed in this realm tens of thousands of years before the Nine Great Immortal Sects arrived. This race once gave birth to Refinement Void Level life forms and was later annihilated by the Nine Great Immortal Sects. Their Immortal Path civilization was unique and bizarre, cruel and bloody…”

”…Sacrifice was the most important activity among the Horned Demon Tribe, used to communicate with ancestors and receive blessings. Legends say that the stronger and more gifted the offerings, the more pleased the ancient ancestors of the Horned Demons would be…”

”Today, the Horned Demon Tribe in this realm is on the brink of extinction, a rare species, with only a remnant faction existing within the Wanshou Immortal Sect... ”

The news was currently showcasing the newly built ancient Immortal Path civilization museum in the Geomagnetic Realm.

Buildings like Immortal Gates, usually, are not just mere attractions but also serve functions like enlightenment and broadening one’s knowledge.

Their ratings range from one-star scenic spots to nine-star scenic areas, with varying degrees of effectiveness.

Many citizens of Immortal Gates often break through their own limitations while traveling and enjoying themselves across various Minor Thousand Worlds.

In terms of fees, mortals enter free because they cannot enlighten the Dao, cultivators of Immortal Gate Citizens receive a fifty percent discount, native cultivators pay five times the original price, and cultivators from Immortal Sects pay twenty times.

Don’t complain about the price.

This is a building capable of enlightenment!

Even in peacetime, only cultivators from sects like Qingmu Immortal Sect and Five Elements Heavenly Sect were qualified to visit; sects like Xuanwu tiangong could only dream of it.

”Ancient Immortal Path civilization… Horned Demon Tribe… sounds intriguing.”

Jiang Ding expressed his yearning.

Now, without the protection of the Starry Sky Troops, he didn’t dare to leave his Mother Star.

Otherwise, the great powers of the Immortal Sects would definitely try to kill him.

After introducing the building, the news also displayed what a Horned Demon looked like.

This appeared to be a wax figure of a female Horned Demon, clad in pure black armor that they naturally grow, just like the fur and scales of Demons, with occasional glimpses of fair and delicate skin between the armor plates, looking both dangerous and alluring.

Most eye-catching, naturally, was the singular horn on the head of this female Horned Demon, sharp and fully engraved with mysterious black runes, with a vortex-shaped Xuanwu at the tip, possessing some kind of magic that firmly caught people’s gaze, making it impossible to look away.

”A Refinement Void Level life form’s bloodline race looks very powerful.”

Jiang Ding assessed.

For the Demon Race, gauging strength and weakness is simple; it’s just a matter of bloodline, easily understood at a glance.

Unlike humans, where assessing their strength does not mainly rely on bloodlines, which are less important; instead, their Immortal Path civilization and the extent of their heritage are the standards used to judge the strength or weakness of human groups, adding certain confusion.

”What a fine specimen that would be, if only the Immortal Gates could obtain it; it would be very helpful for breaking through to Refinement Void.”

Jiang Ding felt somewhat regretful.

He also understood the current progress on Refinement Void research by the Immortal Gates.

The biggest problem,

was the lack of a practical Refinement Void creature for reference!

Hundreds and thousands of directions seemed possible, each capable of achieving breakthroughs in Refinement Void, but it was unclear which one was correct, shrouded in fog, floundering around without direction.

Having a clear direction to work towards would be much better.

No matter how scared or hesitant some neighbors were about calling the police,

Jiang Ding watched TV until ten o’clock at night before he felt sleepy. He walked into his room and started his first sleep in centuries, snoring loudly.

The Taiqing Flying Sword had transformed into a bluegold potted plant, quietly placed on the desk, accompanying him just like many years ago.

The next day.

Jiang Ding woke up early, didn’t bother to fold his blankets, didn’t wash up, and after finishing the breakfast prepared by the Taiqing Flying Sword, he picked up Teacher Zhang Dingjun’s urn and headed to Rong City Public Cemetery.

”Young brother, early morning! Are you off to school?”

When he left the house, he happened to meet a family of three, who were also on their way to work and school. The father greeted him warmly.

They had moved in five or six years ago and were considered old neighbors already.

In fact, they had secretly called the police last night. The police checked and said that it was someone else’s house, just not frequently lived in, and he had just returned, not a sudden burglar.

”Yes, that’s right.”

Jiang Ding smiled and nodded politely, ”Are you going to work? It must be so hard.”

”Ah, it’s all part of life...”

A friendly exchange between neighbors.

Jiang Ding didn’t fly; he used his bus card and took a bus, taking a several minutes’ ride slowly to the Rong City Public Cemetery.

The environment here was solemn, and many of the visitors showed faces of sorrow.

In a city with hundreds of thousands of inhabitants, people died every day and were born anew, participating in the cycle between life and death.

As long as life exists, it will continue to cycle.

Jiang Ding followed his slightly blurry memory, slowly walking until he soon arrived at Mr. Guo Kui’s grave.

There were people here, cleaning the moss off the tombstone.

”Hey, Jiang Ding.”

A tall and stout middle-aged man plucked some moss and casually greeted him.

It was Li Junhao, a Golden Core Early Stage Cultivator.

”Jiang Ding.”

Nearby, high school class monitor Hua Bing was also there, in the Middle Jindan Stage, and cousin Lin Yuanwang as well, in the Golden Core Early Stage, all busy pulling weeds and maintaining Mr. Guo Kui’s grave.

Lin Yuanwang was a class senior to Jiang Ding, and his moral studies teacher was also Mr. Guo Kui.

By now, Jiang Ding had no more contacts from the Foundation Establishment Realm; all had passed away.

”Haha, long time no see, everyone.”

Jiang Ding laughed out loud.

Here, due to a promise made to his external grandparents back then, he vigorously supported Lin Yuanwang in his Foundation Establishment, using a large amount of resources, and succeeded.

Hua Bing had established his foundation at the battlefield, earning his opportunity with distinguished military service, deeply rooted and stability achieved.

Li Junhao always prioritized stability, worked at research institutes, never venturing out on risky exploits, and until the limit of his lifespan, he seized a low-level opportunity to establish his foundation and succeeded in a surge of effort.

Afterward, they participated in domain wars, facing many dangers, but luckily survived.

Actually, it wasn’t entirely luck, as among the Starry Sky Troops and other internal forces, casualties had always been low, never having been completely annihilated by enemies, keeping a high survival rate.

Their presence here was no coincidence.

When arranging for Teacher Zhang Dingjun’s burial, Jiang Ding routinely inquired about the acquaintances of the deceased who were still alive, asking if they would participate in this simple funeral to make arrangements.

Having no pressing matters, the three from Hua Bing’s group had all come here.