Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Eight Great Immortal Sects may be crazily enhancing their powers without any regard for the consequences.

Refining Nothingness is, after all, the way of the Immortal Sects.

Once a Master of Refining Nothingness made up their mind, there would not be any dissent within the sect from top to bottom.

Thinking that everyone is of one mind is an understatement. Even if the Horned Demon Imperial Clan was powerful, or even had individuals above Void Refinement, those eight maniacs might act recklessly without any hesitation or retreat.

Because they were dying!

Their lives had reached the end, with only six to seven thousand years of lifespan remaining, they were all half-mad.

”Damn it!”

”These bastards!”

Jiang Ding muttered under his breath, ”This kind of madness could attract enemies far beyond this Domain, and the Xianmen Sect might be implicated by these lunatics, forced into an inevitable war to the death.”

”Alien races from the Outer Realms won’t distinguish between the Eight Great Immortal Sects and the Xianmen Sect.”

”Why can’t they wait until someone from the Xianmen Sect breaks through to Refining Nothingness, then start a war?”

Jiang Ding felt deeply uneasy.

In his view, and that of many Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs, the best approach was to find the spatial nodes of the Horned Ming Realm, seal them off, set up Sixth Order Top Quality Burst Formations, and then send people to carefully gather intelligence from outside the Domain.

If they could win, they would fight; if not, they would retreat and decisively destroy the spatial nodes.

That would be the rational approach.

However, seeing the madness of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, there was simply no room for rationality. Whenever they encountered anyone, they would fight their way out, regardless of strength or consequences.

”Forget it, let’s just cultivate.”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes.

Amidst a rolling thunderous noise, a Sun God Wood towering ten thousand meters tall burst forth from the ground behind him. Its bluegold leaves and branches spread out over ten kilometers, growing wildly within the Sun Abyss.

The Sun God Wood connected to the core of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, and under the blessing of the immense Heavenly Pond Formation, a dazzling sun was born beneath its canopy.

The heat of this arrogant sun was terrifying, containing fiery Sword Intent, and naturally served as the most top-tier furnace.

This was one of the core abilities of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, aiding the Dari Swordsmen in refining their Life Flying Swords.

”Great Sun Luminous Gold...”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and threw in the very first piece of Fifth Rank Top Quality Composite Sword Forging Material produced by the Immortal Capital Great Sun Refining Gold Factory No. 1.

Ssszzzz...

In an instant, the piece of Great Sun Luminous Gold, more durable than many Primordial Spirit Treasures, began to melt in the extreme heat and will of the Sword Dao, turning into strands of metallic liquid and dripping down.

The efficiency was nothing short of terrifying.

If it had been Jiang Ding doing this, despite much trouble and effort, it could have taken ten years to completely melt down this piece of Fifth-Order Top-Grade Material.

Here in front of him, it was accomplished in almost a matter of seconds.

The Great Sun Heavenly Pond truly was the most fitting cradle for a Dari Swordsman.

No wonder Mingguang Zi immediately became stunted upon losing the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, even with the last inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, unable to make up for it, stuffing all the Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures in his Storage Treasures made no difference.

”So expensive...”

”623 billion Low-grade Spirit Stones, gone!”

Jiang Ding watched the fully melted Great Sun Luminous Gold within the Sun God Wood, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart.

And this expense was necessary every year.

Raising a Taoist disciple really wasn’t an easy matter.

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Now he was still at the Nascent Soul Stage, but estimated that once he would reach the Divinity Transformation Stage in the future, the consumption of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure could bring the Immortal Sects to the brink of bankruptcy, trapped in a financial crisis with revenues insufficient to cover expenses, relying solely on past savings to support the Taoist disciples.

”Don’t be afraid.”

”Money is of no concern to me.”

Jiang Ding steadied his chest.

With another wave of his hand, countless Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure cropped up, all metallic, with ranks ranging from first to fifth order, those below fifth order piled up like mountains, and about seven or eight fifth-order materials were present, obtained from his past victories, taxes from the Northern Plains, and purchases of high-grade Composite Spirit Gold from the Xianmen Sect.

These treasures, stacked like mountains, surged into the Great Sun amidst the shade of the Sun God Wood and melted instantly.

Finally, it was time for the tens of thousands of tons of mundane metals like gold, silver, copper, iron, and silicon.

Their costs were negligible, as the Immortal Sects had the ability to mine the starry sky, where harvesting from just any planet was lucrative and abundant, and these elements were in vast supply at very low prices.

Countless metals melted, their essence extracted, eventually forming a fist-sized lump of profound black metal that spun in place.

This was the ’smelting of a myriad of metals under heaven, to forge a sword capable of slaying immortals’ for the Great Sun Flying Sword.

During the growth of the Taiqing Flying Sword, it was necessary to constantly imbibe various metals, the more types the better, with the ultimate goal being to forge an Innate Spiritual Treasure capable of slaying a True Immortal by defying Innate nature.

”Horned Ming Realm...”

Jiang Ding thought of a possibility, stirring instinctual excitement within him.

More types of metal and more varieties of Spiritual Gold were extremely beneficial for the growth of the Taiqing Flying Sword.

He had already used all kinds of Spiritual Gold available in the Northern Plains and from the Immortal Sects, and it was rare to find new metals.

If he could conquer the Horned Ming Realm, perhaps the growing pace of the Taiqing Flying Sword could be greatly accelerated.

”Be cautious, cautious.”

”I can’t be like those eight madmen.”

Jiang Ding suppressed the thoughts emerging in his heart, and his Divine Sense and Sword Intent infused into this lump of profound black metal formed from the smelting of a myriad of metals under heaven, and with it as ink, he painstakingly inscribed the twentieth Heavenly Gang Prohibition within the Taiqing Flying Sword.

He was extremely focused, meticulously inscribing the Great Sun Heavenly Gang Divine Prohibition patterns, connecting the new patterns with the old to form a whole.

While refining the flying sword, he divided his Divine Soul’s computational power between his cultivation and the development of the Great Sun Transformative Mystique.

The brilliance of the Sun Abyss was boundless. The Sun God Wood grew wildly, breathing in the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence from thousands of miles, which flowed into the intricate and complex meridians to be refined, turning into drips of mana accumulation.

With each breath he took, a wild wind stirred in the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, blowing in every direction, dimming and brightening the sunlight intermittently, causing it to flicker unpredictably.

”This…”

”This is a mid-stage Nascent Soul disciple...”

Many Immortals of Nascent Soul within the Heavenly Pond, who witnessed this phenomenon, gasped in astonishment, understanding the subtle sense of suffocation when they first met him wasn’t just any magic but merely his routine cultivation.

This was the youth of a Domain Ruler, a youth capable of swallowing the Star River.

Time flowed gently like water.

Unknowingly, three years had passed.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, concluding a cycle of cultivation, as the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within a thousand miles slowly stabilized, and the influence of his breathing on the sunlight ceased, no longer affecting the celestial phenomena.

”It is estimated that in two hundred twelve and seven years, I will reach the Nascent Soul Late-Stage.”

”To progress from the Nascent Soul Late-Stage to the Nascent Soul Peak, an estimated three hundred fifty-two years are needed.”

Jiang Ding silently calculated: ”In total, I will ascend to Nascent Soul Peak in five hundred sixty-nine years and possess the capability to break through to the Divinity Transformation Stage.”

”Not bad, considering the Life Extension Elixir, I will have approximately one thousand and five hundred years to attempt the breakthrough to Divinity Transformation Stage.”

”If I were to enter a deep slumber, then it would be fifteen thousand years; the timeframe is quite ample, far exceeding the lifespan of those eight Masters of Refining Nothingness.”

Jiang Ding felt a sense of reassurance in his heart.

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