Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The life breath of Bai Zu Heavenly Lord completely vanished.

Not just here, within three breaths after his true body died, the embryonic form of the Destroying Golden Sword’s Golden Causality spread to various locations due to the connection between the main body and the Soul Fragment.

At this moment, around the world, seven Cultivators, one of whom was from the Primordial Legal Heavenly Metropolis, and sixteen Demon Cultivators had a strand of bright red Blood Gold Patterns emerge on their foreheads, cold and chilling.

Golden Causality was repeatedly confirmed without error; it was a lifeforce formed by one of Bai Zu Heavenly Lord’s Soul Fragments devouring another’s Divine Soul, many of whom were unaware themselves.

Then, these Human and Demon Cultivators silently fell to the ground dead, their Divine Souls completely extinguished.

These numerous deaths occurring publicly caused great fear and unrest among the surrounding Cultivators.

Many Cultivators did not hesitate to report to the authorities, summoning the Cultivators from the Great Sun Longsword Metropolis—these Sword Cultivators handled nearly all of the assassination missions in the Tushan Central Court, hunting criminals and the like, cost-effective, economical, and with high efficiency and good service attitude.

It had to be so because the Tushan Law does not allow them to kill arbitrarily for sword training, nor are internal deathmatches allowed.

Occasional violations were handled by the Tu Shan Maiden Corps, who would execute the violators.

In order to find opponents, the Sword Cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Sect were so worried that their hair turned white, usually limited to frenetic but restrained sparring, but whenever there was a kill mission in accordance with the Tushan Law, their eyes gleamed green.

Fortunately, there were still some of these assassination missions.

The mighty powers of Cultivators were inherent, lacking something akin to the constant supervision of a Central Array Spirit Computer, coupled with the influences of the societal norms of the Northern Plains, many elderly Cultivators with their Life Energy nearing its end falling into madness, various vendettas and bitter enmities, narrow-minded Human and Demon Racial supremacists... and so on, while the Minor Thousand World was basically stable, there were still quite a number of murder cases each year, involving Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixirs, Nascent Souls, etc.

These matters constituted the livelihood of the Sword Cultivators from the Great Sun Sword Sect.

They formed a Commandant’s Mansion specifically to handle these cases.

Of course, such murder cases generally didn’t reach Jiang Ding here; in his eyes, everything was wonderful, Cultivators were orderly, polite, everything well-organized, and indeed it was so.

If not deliberately sought after, all unpleasant things would not appear in his life.

”The cleanup is done...”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, showing a satisfied expression.

In the sensation of Golden Causality, there were no life forms directly connected to Bai Zu Heavenly Lord left in this world.

The only surprise was that Bai Zu Heavenly Lord truly did not leave any backup for revival on that sixty-year-old small Jia Jin, like forgetting to leave behind any form of Soul Fragment.

It seems, that as cold and ruthless as Bai Zu Heavenly Lord, he too had a tender affection.

Jiang Ding beckoned with his hand, a golden-green centipede carapace flew towards him.

Bai Zu Heavenly Lord burnt everything, flesh and Divine Soul all turned to ash, the only thing left was this golden-green carapace, which is a Fifth Grade Superior Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, capable of being used to forge armor, Starry Sky Fortress gun barrels, engine chamber walls, etc. When added into the manufacturing as a biological material, it can enhance the performance of the Starry Sky Fortress, and its value is immense.

”A Fifth Grade Superior great demon carcass, concentrated essence, should be worth tens of trillions of Low-grade Spirit Stones...”

Jiang Ding evaluated.

His Divine Sense scanned back and forth over this carapace, repeatedly confirming, finally breaking off a section as tall as a person of the centipede’s segment.

This was the storage treasure of Bai Zu Heavenly Lord.

”How to say, he’s also the overlord of the Southern Border, this amount of money can’t be less...”

Jiang Ding happily held it in his hand to play with: ”Bai Zu fellow cultivator, rest assured, this unrighteous wealth, deducting my appearance fee, I will donate five percent to the billions of Human and Demon beings in the Southern Border, to help them recover from their difficult lives, also considered as your atonement.”

He released a slender strand of Divine Sense and Sword Intent, landing it on the restriction of the segment.

He didn’t plan to open the storage treasure right now; how to say, it was also a Divine Transformation Restriction, it would take at least half a year to one to two years just to probe.

”This restriction is quite crude.”

Jiang Ding, upon examination, felt reassured.

Click~

He was about to study it in detail, this section of the centipede segment flashed with Spiritual Light, revealing a minute fluctuation of Spiritual Energy, the prohibition of the storage treasure unexpectedly opened on its own, releasing a complex and indescribable Spirit Consciousness Fluctuation that spread in all directions.

”This...”

Jiang Ding was startled, then his expression immediately turned serious.

He stared at the segment, unable to utter a word.

A clump of brown, dry flesh.

It leisurely flew out from the storage segment of Bai Zu Heavenly Lord, generating a cryptic fluctuation that spread in all directions, searching for something.

”Ten thousand years... this little centipede is dead...”

”...didn’t find it...”

This clump of dry flesh whispered, seemingly alive yet similar to a treasure, executing some unfinished magic.

”...relying on living creatures... searching...”

It murmured, having a method to determine the most potent creature nearby, reluctant to frequently switch hosts.

Soon, it locked onto a target.

It leisurely flew towards Jiang Ding’s forehead.

Despite being right before his eyes, it seemed illusory, existing in another dimension, wavering as it flew, seemingly about to fall at any moment. Yet those who witnessed this scene had a strange premonition that it would inevitably land on the forehead, as if fate itself couldn’t be altered.

”Beyond Divinity Transformation...”

Jiang Ding’s heart trembled, and his hairs stood on end.

Without thinking, he immediately wanted to connect with the Broken Sword Tip using his Divine Sense and leave this place.

Facing Refining Nothingness now, his death was certain!

Not just facing the Refining Nothingness itself, but any technique, any magic, any spirit consciousness attack related to it, all were utterly futile!

Buzz!

At this moment, on Jiang Ding’s forehead, a mark of a deep blue city appeared, sending ripples around him. His entire being became hazy, as if about to disappear, taking him away.

The Dharma-Ending City Imprint of the Xianmen Sect!

Simultaneously, strands of deep blue electromagnetic light, containing an unknown power, landed on that clump of dry flesh.

This clump of dry flesh paused, suspended in the air.

”...Human...”

That obscure and complex quasi-spirit consciousness fluctuation appeared again.

It scanned the young man before it, feeling the radiance at the center of the young man’s forehead.

Then, it silently left, vanishing from sight.

”What is this?”

Jiang Ding’s heart pounded chaotically, desperately trying to suppress his instinct to touch the Broken Sword Tip and flee, and also suppressing the fear in his heart.

Accompanied by the light humming of the Taiqing Flying Sword, his Sea of Consciousness grew colder, removing the impact of emotions and becoming as precise as machinery.

This world was crucial, involving Refining Nothingness, even the paths beyond Refining Nothingness. Unless it was a situation of certain death, he was really unwilling to give up.

Jiang Ding remained stiff in the air.

For a long time, that was the case, not moving, not leaving, contemplating something, his expressions changing unpredictably.

Several months passed in a blink.

That clump of dry flesh never appeared again, truly left, and even the related memories gradually became blurred, as if it was all an illusion.

Only within the sound of the Taiqing Flying Sword’s ringing could he recall it once more.