Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The power of incense fire gathered from billions of devotees roared and bellowed, calling upon their deities, harboring malicious intent towards the lone green-clothed youth who remained, wishing nothing more than to flay him and devour his flesh.

Such malice permeated the heavens and the earth, as if the cultivator had been forsaken by the entire world.

However, all this malice could not come within a thousand miles of the green-clothed youth; anything that approached would be instantly annihilated.

What multitudes of people, what billions of beings, all were useless.

Daring to attack, clearly making their choice, regardless of the reason, they must die.

”These forces of incense fire are truly tiresome.”

Jiang Ding frowned.

The malice of living beings, if abundant and sustains over centuries, can lead to dire consequences, involving causality and fate, a highly complex matter.

This is a world where spirit can influence matter.

If a cultivator is not powerful enough, the curses of billions of beings could indeed kill them.

”Handle this quickly, aside from a few stubborn zealots, most of the common folk are innocent, deceived by Xi Ping’an, they need to be quickly rescued.”

Jiang Ding sighed.

He flew down from the sky, wandering within this fifth-order low-grade undersea spiritual vein for several days, calculating data on various spiritual veins, earth qi, sea waves, and tides, processing rapidly in his sea of consciousness.

”To think there are no fifth-order formations...”

Jiang Ding grimaced.

Xi Ping’an in the past relied solely on the Incense Fire Divine Court to dominate the East Sea, never intending to set up any fifth-order formations.

This meant there was nothing to utilize; everything had to be built from scratch, bearing all costs oneself.

”Never mind, starting from scratch is better, convenient.”

Jiang Ding grimaced, then vanished, returning several days later.

He now held a formation setup in his hands, the fifth-order low-grade Mist-Water Wave Formation, very suitable for the environment of the East Sea, and crucially, it was cheap, requiring only 520 billion low-grade spirit stones, making it the lowest price among such formations in the Xianmen Sects.

Actually, if he waited another 201 years for a promotional event, it could be further discounted by 700 billion low-grade spirit stones, Jiang Ding hesitated for a long time before finally giving it up with difficulty.

”Let’s quickly finish up the East Sea as its output in a few years can cover the discount.”

Jiang Ding flew in the sky.

Surrounding him, hundreds of thousands of Array Flags, jade tripods, azure water droplets, jade pillars, and other formation instruments appeared, along with some reserved Boundary Formation interfaces, densely filling the sky, mostly made of jade and stone materials, without any metal due to the nature of the Mist-Water Wave Formation.

”Set!”

Jiang Ding lightly tapped his finger, a jade tripod descended without causing a splash, melting into the sea and then delving deeper to the ocean floor, finally settling at a node of the spiritual vein.

Array Flags, jade pillars, jade talismans were laid down, array patterns continuously spread...

Jiang Ding had become very adept at setting formations, his Divine Sense splitting into thousands, moving simultaneously, almost instinctually, requiring hardly any thought.

Months later, accompanied by the trembling of heaven and earth, a vast expanse of array patterns and mist appeared between heaven and earth.

From afar, the entire sea area was shrouded by mist, impenetrable to Divine Sense and vision, indistinctly revealing illusions of pavilions and towers, resembling the Penglai Fairyland.

And this was not incorrect.

This place would be the center of the Eastern Sea Cultivation World, indistinguishable from Penglai Fairyland in the hearts of many low-to-middle stage cultivators.

”It’s done...”

Jiang Ding was about to activate the formation, opening the accompanying ultra-long-range teleportation formation to transport the cultivators from the Tushan Central Court to handle various matters, when suddenly he had a thought.

”Come forth.”

Jiang Ding remained expressionless, performing a mana technique, extracting a fist-sized golden sword from the center of the spiritual vein.

This golden sword was deeply buried within the spiritual vein, only revealed when the formation was fully activated.

Before Jiang Ding did not realize, besides the interference of the Fifth-Order Spiritual Vein, the main reason was that he was too weak, even weaker than a Qi Practitioner, inferior to ordinary mortals, where even a slight breeze’s energy fluctuation was greater than his.

”Swordsman...”

Xi Ping’an emerged from the golden sword, barely managing a sycophantic smile on his face.

”Can you spare me?”

”Killing me benefits you nothing, I’ve already told you, my father has left a restraining prohibition on me, if you kill me you’ll fall into madness, the kind you can’t ever escape.”

”You should know, my father is the Great Sun Sword Master who is about to break through the Refining Nothingness stage, he might even be able to kill a cultivator at the Unity Realm Stage, mastering the Power of Causality, those avoidance methods you mentioned are useless.”

Xi Ping’an pleaded.

”Oh? Weren’t you always seeking revenge on me?”

Jiang Ding asked curiously.

He didn’t care about Xi Ping’an’s threats.

Because he wasn’t alone, he had the backing of the Xianmen Sect.

Back then, Xianmen Sect was able to directly kill the Great Sun Sword Master!

Now, a mere technique left by the Great Sun Sword Master, they surely have the capability to solve it, undoubtedly, being a Domain Overlord power, one of the nine gangsters.

”This is my misjudgment.”

”Assuming the worst of a gentleman with a villain’s heart.”

Xi Ping’an said with a playful smile: ”When my father was still a Swordsman, he would seek out people to kill indiscriminately, friends or foes alike, and after advancing to Refining Nothingness he even deliberately allowed the Eastern Devil School to grow, forcing the Eight Great Immortal Sects to support the Eastern Devil School, just to make stronger enemies appear, then kill them one by one, honing his sword to the ultimate peak, and then break through above Refining Nothingness.”

”He had terrifying ambitions, not content to stop at Refining Nothingness, wanting to be invincible even in realms above Refining Nothingness, enhancing the power of his enemies as much as possible.”

”In the end...”

Xi Ping’an showed a trace of sadness.

”He died.”

”Died on the path of seeking the Sword Dao, slain by a stronger power, though he was in a weakened state.”

”But Sword Dao, does not need reasons, only results, victory or defeat.”

”He, Xi Yuan, was not strong enough and died, that’s all.”

”When leaving the Mother Realm, he just smiled at me, telling me to survive, just that, never mentioned revenge.”

”A Swordsman uses the blood of the strong to sharpen his sword’s edge, dying by this, is truly fitting.”

”For seniors, relatives, and descendants to use this as an excuse for revenge, for a Swordsman, is the greatest shame.”

”This means that his descendants are no longer true Swordsmen, no longer recognize the sanctity of Sword Fights.”

”So, we hold no grudges.”

Xi Ping’an concluded, ”Moreover, I’ve been cowardly since childhood, unsuited for the Sword Dao, and have never been to the battlefield to kill anyone from your Eastern Devil School, as between us, we were mere strangers, without any cause and effect.”

He gave many reasons.

”It doesn’t make sense.”

”It just doesn’t make sense.”

Jiang Ding did not agree with this, shaking his head: ”What the Swordsmen are I don’t care about nor do I need to know, I am just me.”

”I still remember,”

Jiang Ding looked at Xi Ping’an, finally showing a look of deep hatred: ”You have chased to kill me!”

”You despicable, shameless person!”

”Taking advantage of when I was weak, you hunted me down, nearly killing me!”

”Do you think I would forget?!!”