Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding put down the files of Tushan Central Court and entered a hazy expanse of void.

Here lies the holy land for countless cultivators from the Northern Plains families—a key place where generation after generation of Northern Plains family cultivators reliably bring forth Nascent Soul Monks. The location of King’s Court Blessed Land.

The King’s Court Blessed Land is stationary, always fixed in this spot.

However, it has never been heard that any Loose Cultivators or external enemies have broken through and seized a great deal of fortune here.

Because here, there is a Fifth-Grade Superior Formation Technique!

Laid out by Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch himself, a formation even stronger than the Grand Array of the Liudao Sect.

”However,”

”It is merely this...”

Jiang Ding thought little of it.

The talent of Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch indeed shines brightly through the ages.

If he were in the domain of the Xianmen Sect, even without any innate Daoist Body, his comprehension and aptitude would be sufficient to compete for a position as a Dari Swordsman.

Of course, that is merely a comparison. Strong aptitude does not necessarily equate to becoming a Dari Swordsman; one still needs great potential in the Sword Dao.

Such an excellent individual and his Formation Method... can only be said to be passably acceptable to the eye.

This is the gap in education from the Immortal Path, caused by the acquired environment.

Clang!

With a light flick of his finger, Jiang Ding produced a clear and otherworldly sound.

Centered around his fingertips, he instantly unleashed thirty-six Blue-Gold Sword Qi like dragons, tearing the sky into fragments to reveal the sights within.

This is a secret realm thousands of kilometers in size.

Originally a fragment of broken domain walls, it can spontaneously absorb and release Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, barely maintaining a concentration of Spiritual Energy at the fifth order lower-grade level inside the secret realm—truly extraordinary.

Around the secret realm, threads of gold shimmer in and out of visibility, with many Formation Runes flashing among them, exuding a heavy oppressiveness.

”A Fifth Grade Superior, Heavenly Gold Massacre Array… what a grandiose name.”

Jiang Ding recalled the Divine Soul of the Six Fingered Old Demon, as well as many secret reports offered by the Northern Plains families, searching for related records: ”This formation is connected to the Spiritual Veins of the secret realm, and with a reserve of Spirit Stones, it can unleash a battle power equivalent to a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator in short order.”

”It claims to manipulate the Five Elements Gold, creating myriad paths of golden blades, with the Golden Causality undying; as long as the causality remains, the formation cannot be destroyed.”

”If someone unfamiliar with Formation Methods were to arrive, even if they were a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, once completely trapped within, they would face an immediate life-or-death crisis. If they can’t disrupt the incessant revival of the myriad golden blades, they could be ground to death within—quite a common occurrence.”

”Without a doubt, Ice Field Heavenly Monarch, such a Demon Race Tianjun, belongs to those who are ignorant of Formation Methods.”

”However, for someone like me, these dead formations without a human in control pose no substantial threat. Everything is so simple, easily laid bare before me.”

Jiang Ding stood silently next to the King’s Court Blessed Land.

His Divine Sense and Sword Intent, using secret techniques unique to the Xianmen Sect to break formations, split into countless minute strands, scanning and recording bit by bit, inside and outside the secret realm, within and without the formation.

In his Sea of Consciousness, a formation model made up of countless azure lines appeared.

At first, the formation model was a simple arrangement of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, but as more information was gathered by the Sword Intent and Divine Sense, more and more lines rapidly built up on the model, transforming it into a gargantuan array the size of a skyscraper, with lines continuously increasing, becoming ever more complex.

At that moment, should a Foundation-building cultivator be fortunate enough to see this model, their Divine Soul would instantly collapse, their brain would go blank, blood would ooze from their mouth and nose, and they would faint.

This results from the brain receiving too much information in an instant, leading to an overload and forced reboot.

But this is far from the end.

As time went on, the complexity of the formation model in Jiang Ding’s Sea of Consciousness continued to increase rapidly.

One day, two days, three days…

One month, two months, three months…

Jiang Ding stood quietly in the sky, using part of his Divine Soul Computational Power for cultivation and reserving another portion for self-protection, while allocating all remaining computational power to analyzing this Fifth-Grade High-Quality Heavenly Gold Massacre Array left by Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch.

Even his body became visible, no longer concealed.

Of course, whether this was truly his fleshly form, he did not know—his Divine Soul had not considered this, everything was chaotic and unknown.

The change here at King’s Court Blessed Land attracted many cultivators, thinking it to be a natural phenomenon and the emergence of a strange treasure.

High-Level Cultivators, Golden Pill and Nascent Soul Monks who arrived here were instantly startled, deeply bowed toward this place, then retreated.

Low-ranking Cultivators, Foundation-building and Qi Practitioners, appeared clueless, having never seen the green-clothed youth not far away.

In Tushan Central Court, various sects had no portraits.

Because the great Immortals knew what kind of person their monarch was; they would have to be bored with life to spread his likeness everywhere.

These low-ranking cultivators brought some noise and chaos, even strife amongst themselves, for the sake of opportunity, or just to kill and plunder treasures.

Qi Training Foundation-Building Cultivators, having but short lives, held somewhat of a careless regard for death, not always restrained by strict laws.

The Foundation-Building Qi Practitioners clashed noisily, their shrieks and roars relentless.

Occasionally, when Golden Pill or Nascent Soul Monks passed by, they would cast incredulous gazes upon them.

After some time, the passing High-Level Cultivators hesitated for a moment, then still swept their sleeves, escorting them away, and discarded them at a distance, so that these youngsters wouldn’t disturb this place.

They would casually toss the criminal low-ranking cultivators into the nearby sects’ dungeons.

This could earn them some merits, albeit few, but it was something they could do conveniently, just by opening the law enforcement record treasure they carried, and they would reap rewards upon completion.

Unknowingly, a year passed.

”It’s done.”

”So easily, so easily...”

Jiang Ding’s eyes regained a trace of vivacity, boasting shamelessly.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, an immense and intricate Formation Method emerged, not a rigid model but constantly flowing and changing, identical to the King’s Court Blessed Land Formation before his eyes.

Clang~

Jiang Ding slowly drew out his Taiqing Flying Sword.

”The sixteenth power of the Destroying Golden Sword... is a strand of hair...”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

In an instant, his eyes revealed strands of web-like threads, possessing both metallic luster and the dark red of fresh blood, the two colors intertwining, sharp and fearsome.

In this state, everything before Jiang Ding changed.

The sky, the mountains, the ground all disappeared.

Between heaven and earth, only a network of blood-gold veins remained; where they clustered, lay the gathering of mountain and Spiritual Veins.

In some places only a few strands scattered, those were individual Qi Practitioners and Foundation-Building Cultivators; some gathered in clumps, indicating a passing Nascent Soul Monk.

The most conspicuous, the densest place was undoubtedly the Fifth-Grade High-Quality Heavenly Gold Massacre Array before him.

Many blood-gold lines formed a network here, spreading in all directions, the most noticeable being a winding blood-gold vein in the center, twisting immensely, undergoing substantial changes all the time, never settling down.

That winding blood-gold vein looked like… a sword scar.

”This is it...”

A realization dawned in Jiang Ding’s mind.

Swoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword struck down.

No need for sword techniques; bolstered by the realms of Sword Qi Thunder Sound, Refining Sword into Silk, and Undying Sword Qi Technique, he cut across with a stroke of sword-light, coincidentally aligning with that serpentine blood-gold vein.

Without using any excess force, the sword-light flickered and was gone.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword returned to its scabbard.

The Fifth-Grade High-Quality Heavenly Gold Massacre Array covering King’s Court Blessed Land hesitated.

Then suddenly, a pop.

The formation silently crumbled apart, devoid of any lethal power.