Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Northern Plains...”

Jiang Ding’s eyes were emitting green light.

”No, not the Northern Plains; it’s the entirety of this world, the people of this world—they all need saving.”

”Those damned demon cultivators, the Cannibal Demon Tribe, and the bullshit of clan bloodlines, along with all kinds of sacrilegious incense fire rites, they’re all calamities upon this world. One by one, I’ll eradicate them and restore justice to the common people.”

”So what if the previous Dari Swordsman disappeared? I haven’t used any immortal techniques!”

”However, I am still too weak... I must wait a little longer.”

Jiang Ding calmed the uncontrollable sense of justice surging in his heart.

Thereupon, he spent five hundred and twenty billion low-grade spirit stones to purchase a piece of Number Four Synthetic Geng Metal from the Xianmen Sect’s Steel Corporation in Xiandu.

A few minutes after the payment, a palm-sized piece of pure golden Geng Metal pierced through the space to appear in front of Jiang Ding. The thousands of kilometers’ distance seemed as good as face-to-face.

This piece of Number Four Geng Metal shone dazzlingly bright and was extremely sharp. A mere wisp of its aura could pierce through space and easily kill Nascent Soul Monks like slaughtering weeds, hardly an effort at all.

That was indeed material of fifth order, at the peak level of divinity transformation.

By then, Jiang Ding had exhausted all his spirit stones; his pockets were completely empty, and he had become an utter pauper.

Let alone buying things; he didn’t even have the money for his daily cultivation expenses and social exchanges.

”No matter, no matter.”

”Wealth disperses only to return; being able to spend money is a good thing, as it represents a cultivator’s potential.”

Jiang Ding reassured himself.

Immediately, he took out all his Sun Flame Crystals and piled them up into a small mound on the ground.

The Dyson Sun Sword Domain was of no use anymore; it couldn’t smelt materials of this grade. Only by stacking up the number of Sun Flame Crystals could he do it, and after a single use, they were entirely gone.

But there was no need to worry; he wouldn’t need it in the future.

In the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, two rivers flowed year-round, known as the River of Sun Flame and the Moon Creek River. The River of Sun Flame was for smelting, the Moon Creek River for tempering; their effects far surpassed the Sun Flame Crystals and didn’t even cost anything, simply perfect.

Jiang Ding ignited the Sun Flame Crystal pile with his Sword Intent.

A spark ignited, and immediately, a several meters tall flame of Sword Intent surged upward. The Taiqing Flying Sword and the Number Four Synthetic Geng Metal were placed within it.

All around, there were many materials such as uranium, silicon, and copper iron scattered over several kilometers.

Jiang Ding pointed with his finger, drawing a strand of flame from the center to fall among the various ordinary materials gathered around. At that moment, the spark exploded, and a great swathe of materials instantaneously melted, essences were extracted, and bit by bit, they flowed into the Taiqing Flying Sword and the Number Four Synthetic Geng Metal.

Under the incineration of the Sun Flame Crystal fire, it took about a year for the Number Four Synthetic Geng Metal to barely melt.

Jiang Ding used Divine Sense and Sword Intent as brush, the essence of all earthly gold as the ink, and continuously traced within the Taiqing Flying Sword, engraving the Great Sun Tian Gang Ban, thereby gradually enhancing the Taiqing Flying Sword’s control over the grand trends of nature.

In fact, according to efficiency, it would be better to refine after producing Great Sun Luminous Gold; the current refining process was extremely slow, just about the same as the efficiency of an ordinary Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch refining a Primordial Spirit Treasure.

However, accounts can’t be settled this way.

The Taiqing Flying Sword was his lifebound Sword of Dao Foundation, regardless of efficiency or reason. As long as he was still alive, he should refine it at the earliest opportunity.

This was a habit, a firm will, not something that could be compared with mere efficiency.

So, while Jiang Ding continued his cultivation, turning to the early stage of Nascent Soul studies of the ”All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra,” he also allocated part of his Divine Sense to refining the Taiqing Flying Sword, multitasking to manage the Sword Dao laboratory, teaching in the Adult Sword Dao Department, and participating in many senior researchers’ projects by providing Sword Dao support.

His Divine Soul Computational Power was divided among many tasks, improving in all areas.

Time slowly passed by.

In the blink of an eye,

Fifteen years had gone.

...

Fifteen years,

For a mortal, it would be enough time to grow from birth to the verge of high school graduation and stepping into college.

For a Nascent Soul Monk, however, it was merely a very common instance of seclusion for cultivation.

Under the Sun God Wood towering at ten thousand two hundred meters, a youth clad in green robes opened his eyes. The roiling Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi throughout thousands of miles of sky and earth around him slowly settled, and the dim sky brightened once again.

”I now have a preliminary complete combat capability...”

Jiang Ding performed an Inner Vision Dantian.

Within the Elixir Field, the Nascent Soul conjured by the Taiqing Flying Sword sat tranquilly, a three-inch-tall figure with skin white and tender, eyes like stars, inky black hair cascading down his back, and a Heavenly Earth Divine Ring above his head that naturally attracted Spiritual Energy into the meridians of the Elixir Field, also possessing the ability to partly filter out impurities.

This was the unique feature of a Dao Principle Nascent Soul.

It’s not only marvelously effective in cultivation--pulling and filtering the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi--it also allows control over the grand momentum of the world and holds a small part of a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch’s abilities; it’s greatly beneficial for advancing to Divinity Transformation.

In these fifteen years, the Mana within the Elixir Field had increased a notch, nearing the limits of the early stage of Nascent Soul.

”Sixteen more years and I can advance to the early stage of Nascent Soul.”

”Without any bottlenecks.”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

Besides accumulating Mana, the Concealment Technique ”Great Magnetic Light Concealing Soul Skills” was at an introductory level, while the Escape Technique ”Ten Thousand Miles Bright Light Sword” had been cultivated to a minor achievement stage, much quicker than the Concealment Spells. This was due to the special enhancement from the Taiqing Flying Sword, reducing the difficulty of cultivation significantly.

As for swordsmanship, it’s something he developed himself, achieving perfection on the first try.

Attack, concealment, mobility—all three major spells are ready.

This is to have a preliminary complete combat capability. Encountering an opponent at the God-transforming Level no longer means being caught off guard; safety has been greatly increased.

”Let’s go, time to find my new dormitory.”

Jiang Ding stood up, put away the Taiqing Flying Sword, and transformed into a rainbow light that soared into the sky. He broke through the clouds in a few breaths and entered the atmosphere.

His speed did not lessen at all; he kept ascending, ascending, his Protective Shield rubbing against the atmosphere, producing bright light, dazzling like a meteor.

Whoosh!

In just a moment, Jiang Ding broke free from the last layer of atmosphere and stood amidst the starry sky.

He gazed at the myriad of stars, feeling a sense of relaxation and ease arise spontaneously within his heart.

It was at this stage of cultivation where beyond the stars was the best place for him to cultivate, but he still needed to be careful. The endless darkness and profound depths of the Domain were still not places where a God-transforming level expert could linger for long. Once lost in there, falling would be common; one must have a Mother Star to rely on and not stray too far.

”Great Sun Heavenly Pond...”

Jiang Ding stood in the Domain Starry Sky, observing the stars, as well as the cold Taiyin Star in the sky. This wasn’t the sky of a Soulless Universe; those stars weren’t suns but real, tangible Minor Thousand Worlds.

Some of the Minor Thousand Worlds belonged to this Domain.

Some Minor Thousand Worlds seemed close at hand but were actually separated by countless Domains, ephemeral as dreams and illusions, even beyond the reach of a Master of Refining Nothingness despite a lifetime of pursuit.

At this moment, standing here, Jiang Ding felt a sense of kinship as he looked towards a specific place in the Domain Starry Sky.

This was where the Great Sun Heavenly Pond was located.

The spirit of the Heavenly Pond was calling him, longing to break free from its seals, to once again take the Dari Swordsman into its cradle and watch over his growth.

”I have arrived.”

”My new home, it is right here!”

Jiang Ding merged body with sword, becoming an incredibly bright light that shone for ten thousand miles as he traversed the Domain Starry Sky, his awe-inspiring presence spreading far and wide.

Meanwhile, at the Moon Exploration Expedition Laboratory,

The will of the Central Array Spirit Computer operated coldly, keeping watch over the eight Great Experts, its attention clear and focused, politely ensuring they all remained within its field of vision.