Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Two streaks of sword-light flew into the Great Sun Heavenly Pool.

”Yue, it’s been a long time.”

Yu Qianzi greeted with a light smile, ”Have you missed me? After all, your name and mine are the same; we are quite fated.”

She dug at the walls right in front of her, pulling strings.

”Oh.”

”Another Daozi.”

Yue glanced at her, ”It’s a pity you’re not a Taiyin Swordsman without the Taiyin Flying Sword. Otherwise, slaying a Swordsman would grant you far more insights, surpassing other Taoist disciples.”

”Or you could slay a Swordsman...”

Yue pondered seriously.

”Could I then become the master of the Great Sun Heavenly Pool?”

Yu Qianzi’s spirit was lifted.

It was possible.

With the pride and madness of sword cultivation of Great Sun Sword Pavilion, recognizing the sword over the person, it truly seemed possible.

”If a Taiyin Swordsman slays the Swordsman, then it can be done.”

Yue said with some disdain, ”The first generation Sword Master of the Sword Pavilion once said that if the Great Sun Swordsman is slain by the Taiyin Swordsman, it implies his path has failed and passing on the mantle is no harm.”

”But you can’t.”

”Your sword is not the Taiyin Flying Sword.”

”If you kill the Swordsman, I can only help collect and bury his body in the Heavenly Pond Sword Tomb and wait for the next generation’s Great Sun Swordsman to be born and seek revenge.”

”What a pity...”

Yu Qianzi looked sincerely regretful.

The two openly discussed the implications of slaying the Great Sun Swordsman.

Jiang Ding listened with a grim dark face.

He almost wanted to draw his sword and kill them both.

”We reached Moon Creek River, don’t bother me if there’s nothing important.”

Jiang Ding waved his hand.

Clang!

He drew his sword and, like swatting a fly with a sword, smashed the engaged Yu Qianzi into the muddy banks of Moon Creek River dozens of kilometers away; the floating, fairy-like Moon-White Fairy Skirt was shattered, instantly turning her into a disheveled beggar, with only a small head sticking out from the ground.

”This swordsmanship...”

Yu Qianzi was stunned for a moment, unable to care about her anger.

This sword, ordinary yet instantly destroyed her Sword Qi, Sword Intent, and Flying Sword defense without truly hurting her, reaching an exquisite extremity.

In just a few hundred years, the opponent’s swordsmanship had greatly improved and was now nearing the late stages of everlasting Sword Qi, soon approaching peak, seemingly with no bottlenecks in swordsmanship.

If she faced him alone, under the crushing force of swordsmanship, she feared she might perish within a few moves!

”Great Sun Sword Pavilion...”

Yu Qianzi, with her body enveloped in Moon-White Sword Qi, pulled herself out of the mud, the shattered Moon-White Fairy Skirt swiftly restored to completeness under the influx of Sword Qi, constantly muttering this name in her heart.

This sect that betrayed the Daymoon Sword Pavilion might not have perished yet.

This thought shook her heart, suddenly giving her such an intuition.

...

In the Sun Abyss, beneath the Sun God Wood.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, gazing at the colorful armor before him.

This armor, with its intertwining cycle of colorful hues, appeared semi-transparent and seemed to merge with the surrounding space, containing an unknown power and a dark aura within.

In the Nine Spirits Realm, this aura was somewhat conspicuous, but in the Horned Ming Realm, it would be as natural as a fish in water.

Even for a Refining Emptiness Peak Cultivator, without repeatedly using Divine Sense Scanning, it would be hard to detect anything unusual; they might assume this was just a regular cultivator, or a lower-class member of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, or a slave from the Demon Race—common and nothing extraordinary.

”Shadowy Armor…”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

This was the culmination of efforts by the Nine Great Immortal Sects of the Nine Spirits Realm, a Refinement Void Level Concealment treasure, specially modified so that even Nascent Soul Order Daozi Rank Beings could wear it.

The sole purpose of this treasure was to provide concealment, nothing more.

Countless Immortal Sect Artifact Refiners and Xianmen Sect Artifact Refiners spent immense efforts and numerous Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures to maximize this singular ability, fervently hoping to gain an advantage in the cosmic domain wars.

The armor, as well as the armors for the other eight Daoist disciples, had been in the process of being refined hundreds of years ago. Beings at Refinement Void Level, with astonishing wisdom, had calculated today’s outcome hundreds of years ago. The armor had been completed recently over the years and handed over to the Daoist disciples for refining.

”Hopefully, this journey will be smooth sailing…”

Jiang Ding whispered lowly.

Clearly, for him, infiltrating the Alien Star Domain alone on a covert mission also posed a huge mental pressure and was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Jiang Ding exhaled brilliant blue Nascent Flames, controlling them with Divine Sense and Sword Intent, beginning to refine this top-tier concealment treasure from the Nine Spirits Realm.

His Divine Sense was incredibly meticulous, not overlooking any detail or Array Pattern, ensuring he could always control this treasure.

Light from the Great Sun Heavenly Pond shone brilliantly, converging here and accelerating Jiang Ding’s refining process.

”It is estimated that in over ninety years, the refining will be complete, allowing me to control it at will.”

After refining the Shadowy Armor continuously for several years, Jiang Ding gradually became familiar with the process.

He began multitasking, allocating a part of his Divine Soul Computational Power towards Cultivation and refining flying swords, assisting Yun Ri in refining the Super Mothership Great Sun Battleship.

Light blazed from the Sun Abyss of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond. The thousand-meter-tall Sun God Wood shone brilliantly, with the Super Mothership Great Sun Battleship nestled among the trees, partaking in the collected Great Sun Essence and Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi.

The Taiqing Flying Sword’s body was melting Great Sun Luminous Gold, synthetic Gengjin, and a substantial amount of Gold-based Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, accommodating the qi of myriad gold types, consistently etching bans, honing its sharpness, and inscribing the Sun God Prohibition within the sword body.

It was predicted that within a few decades, the Taiqing Flying Sword would have its 30th Heavenly Gang Ban refined, advancing to a Superior Nascent Soul Treasure level, once again enhancing Jiang Ding’s strength.

As time went on with his cultivation, years slowly passed.

Jiang Ding used most of his Divine Soul Computational Power for cultivation and studying the language, customs, and political systems of the Horned Ming Realm.

Additionally, he still retained a small portion of Divine Soul Computational Power to read the latest Immortal Path scientific literature from Xianmen, various cultivation methods and magic, and to oversee projects like the Great Sun Transformative Mystique and the Great Sun Luminous Gold application engineering; not stopping for even a moment.

Although these projects were not as urgent or life-or-death as those in the Horned Ming Realm, they were still crucial to his future path, which under no circumstances could he neglect—even pausing for just a year was not an option, needing constant advancement.

While Jiang Ding was cultivating, the eight Daoist disciples were also busily refining their Shadowy Armors, improving their magic skills, and were very busy without causing any disturbances or violating Xianmen laws.

Despite their great dislike for their surroundings and various constraints.

Both sides were enduring, restraining themselves.

Occasionally, Jiang Ding also took time to visit the Northern Plains, to absorb Primordial Magnetic Qi, and to manage some official duties.

Overall, the entire Minor Thousand World remained peaceful and stable.

While some Nascent Soul cultivators were fighting, competing for Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, or opportunities, or engaging in plots, which may be seen as situations full of turmoil and unpredictability by some Golden Core Foundation Establishment cultivators—in an instance, monumental changes could happen.

These were inherent aspects of a society on the Immortal Path.

There would always be struggles and conflicts, no order could instantly turn a group of humans into saints who would love and care for each other endlessly, that was simply impossible.

Jiang Ding merely established a baseline; anyone who violated the Tushan Law was severely punished, and he did not interfere in anything else.

The whole Minor Thousand World was in a slow but consistent development, with an increasing number of talents, new Immortal Path knowledge continually emerging, a steady rise in the output of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, and the density of the world’s Spiritual Energy subtly increasing—all thriving prosperously.

Thus time swiftly flew by,

And a hundred years silently elapsed.