Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding silently gazed at the last kin he had in this world.

Listening to his aspirations;

Listening to his complaints;

Listening to his various arrangements, arrangements for after his departure...

”I am leaving, and you will be alone.”

”Between heaven and earth, only you will remain in our family.”

Lin Yuanwang sighed deeply, ”Don’t worry about anything, cultivators are essentially solitary, I have been so over the years, and so have you, it’s not bad at all.”

”As you live through the days, you’ll get used to it.”

”Mm.”

Jiang Ding nodded gently.

The two talked for a long time, about their childhood, Jiang Yuan, about their grandparents, about uncles and aunts, and about Jiang Yuan’s daughter Xiaoyun, who had already advanced to the Golden Pill Realm and, after experiencing many hardships and trials, was not very close to this side.

After several days, they waved goodbye.

At the moment of departure, Jiang Ding advised Lin Yuanwang not to be disheartened and to continue striving.

Lin Yuanwang agreed, indicating that he would not completely give up, and after being busy training the younger generation, he would still cultivate.

…

Amid the whistling wind, Jiang Ding flew through the atmosphere, breaking upwards, returning to the Heavenly Gang orbit.

His heart’s sense of melancholy gradually eased.

This life of several hundreds of years had not been lived in vain, he was gradually becoming more open-minded about some things.

Of course, an important reason was that he was not a narrow-minded believer in blood relations.

In Jiang Ding’s heart, many people in Xianmen Sect who were like kin, all fellow Daoists walking the same path, could depend on each other, talk, seek advice, and watch the young Immortal Gate Sword Cultivators grow...

Companions along the way were unending.

His emotions had not completely lost their anchor, hence he did not feel the utterly abyssal loneliness of being the only person left between heaven and earth.

At this time, Jiang Ding somewhat understood the feelings of people like Xu Yan, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch.

Cultivators are also human; in life, one always needs emotional anchors.

Some people regard their blood relatives as the entirety of their emotional investment, not wanting them to lose anything, often plummeting into extreme madness with no moral restraint.

Of course, understanding this doesn’t mean it’s correct.

One person has a family, millions of people also have families, and relatives of their own.

Destroying others’ homes for the sake of one’s own family is ultimately wrong, and death is deserved.

This is a misguided path.

It’s clear that Xu Yan, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, in order to protect their blood relatives, did many things that crossed the line, almost at any cost.

But ultimately, their relatives still passed away one after another, even though the family lineage had been passed down for hundreds of generations, with hundreds of thousands, even millions of people who regarded themselves as the old ancestors, yet they were no different from strangers.

No matter how many descendants there are, in this world, there will never again be relatives like mothers and siblings.

Only those who walk the Great Path together will constantly appear, accompanying you.

”Strive hard, my cousin.”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

He would still help the last active kin in this world, offering him more than enough opportunities for Infant Formation, but whether he succeeds or fails is entirely up to him.

The cold Heavenly Dao does not shift with people’s will.

Birth, aging, sickness, death, the natural cycle of heaven and earth.

At this moment, Jiang Ding had a realization.

Even if in the future he could control the Heavenly Dao, reversing time, he might not necessarily revive people from the past, because by then, he would likely possess a realm similar to Supreme Forgetfulness, and may not have the same emotions as today.

Returning to the Great Sun Heavenly Pond.

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense scanned all around.

True Monarch Liu Futong of the Warship Design Institute was still busy.

True Monarch Wang Xianlan of the Agricultural Science Institute and her students were likewise, their efforts were already bearing fruit, many areas in the Heavenly Pond bursting with life.

By the River of Moon Creek, a large grove of trees named Iron Sword Wood had grown, flowers blooming brightly, Moon Spirit Butterflies dancing in the mist, stunning and beautiful;

By the River of Sun Flame, a large patch of fiery red Sword Bamboo had grown, along with various magma fish swimming through;

These species, Iron Sword Wood, Sword Bamboo, were all highly suited to the environment of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, these plants themselves being top-notch Sword Dao Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, could be refined into Flying Swords, could be made into recyclable missile fuselages and such, if they fully matured, they would be a significant wealth every year.

These species appeared partly as a selection from the natural species already available, mostly as the achievement of the Agricultural Science Institute at the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, continuously inducing mutations and finally selecting the fastest-growing and most valuable species.

These species number in the thousands and are still increasing, continually enhancing the biodiversity of species and ecosystems within the Great Sun Heavenly Pond.

With their efforts, in less than a decade, the operational cycle speed of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond seems to have increased by about two or three percent.

Keep in mind that these species are only in their initial growth phase and have not matured yet, but they already have this effect.

If these species fully mature and form ecosystems, then the effect would easily increase by dozens of times.

”Certainly the work of the Xianmen Sect’s Agricultural Science Institute!”

Jiang Ding was delighted and instructed, ”Yue, prepare a generous bonus for them, one that will make them satisfied.”

”Swordsman, it has already been given.”

”Seeing the results, I give it once every three years.”

Yue Ling couldn’t help but admire: ”Eastern Devil School, in terms of planning and cultivating Spiritual Plants, has exceeded the Green Wood Immortal Sect in some aspects, becoming much stronger than it was three thousand years ago.”

”That’s good.”

Jiang Ding automatically ignored the enmity of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s Yue Ling towards the Xianmen Sect.

He arrived in the Sun Abyss, his Divine Sense scanning all directions, noticing some changes on the ground - some golden moss-like substances.

This golden moss struggles to survive in the harsh conditions of the Sun Abyss, constantly facing temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees Celsius and the destructive burning of the Great Sun Sword Intent, and is slowly dying, expected to die out within two years.

”Swordsman,”

”They call this the Sun Moss,”

Yue Ling explained, ”It is still in the breeding process. It might take hundreds of years to stabilize. It can nurture and enhance the Great Sun Sword Intent, increasing its tempering effect on Sword Cultivators. It is also a top-tier Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure and might be effective in enhancing Sword Intent.”

”Swordsman, what you see now is the juvenile state of the Sun Moss; when it matures, it will turn into floating specks of light.”

”But they say it’s not certain, the project could fail or succeed.”

She looked utterly astounded.

The Eastern Devil School always manages to find many odd but genuinely useful things.

That makes it stronger than the Green Wood Immortal Sect, which only picks from existing traditions and never considers developing a new tradition as an alternative plan.

”That’s normal.”

Jiang Ding agreed.

Research is like this, constantly making mistakes, costly, but once there is a yield, the result is very rewarding, with profits many times over being common.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged within the Sun Abyss.

The Sun God Wood emerged from behind him, its branches connecting to the Heavenly Pond Formation, forming a splendid solar splendor amidst the tree shade, refining all things of heaven and earth.

Great Sun Luminous Gold and heaps of Golden Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, mundane materials poured in, fizzing as they melted, forming the foundation of the Great Sun Heavenly Gang Divine Prohibition.

Jiang Ding used his Divine Sense and Sword Intent as brush, and the world’s gold as ink, delicately etching the twenty-first Heavenly Gang prohibition inside the Taiqing Flying Sword.

While refining flying swords, he allocated part of his Divine Soul’s computational power to cultivation, teaching, developing the Great Sun Transformative Mystique, and reading the latest Immortal Path research literature, working on multiple threads simultaneously.

Especially the Great Sun Transformative Mystique, it involved a substantial amount of his Divine Soul computational power, leading tens of thousands of Sword Intent Sword Cultivators in the Sword Dojo lab to work together.

Currently, according to the Central Array Spirit Computer’s calculations, the Great Sun Transformative Mystique needed thirty-six thousand years of development time.

Thirty-six thousand years.

It’s regretful, but that’s the estimate.

The later stages, touching on profound Immortal Path knowledge, made the research increasingly difficult, and there’s no helping it.

The half of the Spirit Transformation Mystique unwillingly given by the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Great Expert couldn’t yet be used; it needed hundreds of years of continuous verification, otherwise it might instantly fall under the schemes of the Heavenly Mechanism Great Power.

Thus, Jiang Ding indulged himself in cultivation, refining flying swords, deriving the Spirit Transformation Mystique, learning new Immortal Path knowledge, making daily discoveries, brimming with enthusiasm, and not finding it monotonous.

Time flowed like water, day by day passing.

Unknowingly,

A hundred years went by.

…

One day, Jiang Ding awoke from his cultivation, opened his eyes, and looked at an official classified email in front of him, his heart feeling a chill.

”Citizen Jiang Ding, the Xianmen Sect will convene a Heavenly Monarch level meeting in ten days at the Golden Palace. Please attend on time.”

”Violators will face military law.”

Years have passed since a few hundred years ago.

Last time, Jiang Ding, a civilian staff member at Qingfeng University, received such a sternly worded document during the Domain War, when the situation in the Domain was as precarious as a stack of eggs, and the Xianmen Sect was at constant risk of being breached by the alliance of the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

This time, something significant must have occurred.