Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

An invisible Spirit Consciousness Fluctuation unconsciously fell into the Divine Soul of Firm Stone True Person and swiftly disappeared.

”Blood River heritage...”

In an instant, Jiang Ding knew many things.

The Blood River King, for reasons unknown, had spread a vast amount of heritage throughout several nearby worlds. It was accessible to both humans and demons, renowned for its advantages such as quick Cultivation, low consumption, minimal talent requirements, and low threshold for entry. Many human and demon Cultivators practiced it secretly, even though it was severely prohibited by the Magic Stone Clan.

Because these human and demon Cultivators lived in extremely harsh environments.

Even if the people of the Magic Stone Clan didn’t kill them, if they were weak, they would still be killed by various dangers in life, unable to worry about things that were too far away.

”Blood Dao Cultivators, synonymous with cockroaches.”

”The Blood River King might not be dead.”

A thought crossed Jiang Ding’s mind.

Among peers of the same Cultivation Base, unless one possessed overwhelming power, Blood Dao Cultivators were known for their tenacious vitality. Unless they provoked a Great Emperor, they were quite difficult to kill.

As for a Great Emperor taking action?

It typically wouldn’t happen. Great Emperors had their own affairs to tend to, and they wouldn’t concern themselves with subordinate matters every day. They seemed too lethargic to care.

Just like Jiang Ding in the Northern Plains, he generally wouldn’t involve himself in matters of the Nascent Soul Stage. He left those to the Great Sun Longsword Metropolis and Tushan Central Court, usually too lazy to bother with anything.

Unless an issue got really out of hand and impacted the foundation of tax revenue, it would be unlikely for him to make a move.

It’s worth noting that Jiang Ding was already quite diligent in governance.

If it were another Heavenly Monarch, it might be hundreds or thousands of years before they showed themselves even once, completely vanishing, which was quite normal.

And Refining Nothingness Cultivators were even more distant.

”The Blood River King, this person may be useful.”

Jiang Ding recorded this information.

Then, he no longer paid it any heed, continuing to lie in wait, only proceeding with new actions when further information came from behind. Otherwise, he would not do anything unnecessary, for doing more could mean erring more.

”The second test.”

Jiang Ding began the work he had long planned, his Divine Sense touching the Broken Sword Tip.

In the next moment, he disappeared from the Divine Soul of the Pillar.

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Liudao Sect.

Tushan Central Court.

This place was the center of the world, the sacred place in the hearts of hundreds of millions of Cultivators, where countless powerhouses were born and shook the world.

Now, it was Tushan’s era.

This era had just begun, destined to last thousands to tens of thousands of years. If the next generation of Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs were to successfully emerge, it might even extend Tushan’s era to tens of thousands of years.

Many Cultivators, from birth to death, lived under Tushan’s brilliance.

Dark Demon Palace.

A green-clothed youth opened his eyes.

”The sky,”

”It’s so f**king blue, so damn beautiful!”

Jiang Ding exclaimed with admiration.

Then his eyes revealed a fierce light.

”That piece of dried up flesh!”

”Just a mere Refining Nothingness, and you dare scare me, dare scare me!”

”I thought you were so strong.”

Jiang Ding said coldly: ”You better not come provoke me again, otherwise if you’re killed by Great Sun Heavenly Pond, I’ll have one less enemy, one less whetstone for the future.”

Great Sun Heavenly Pond had regained its power of the Refining Void Stage.

Although Great Sun Heavenly Pond wouldn’t intervene in any Nascent Soul or God-Transformation Phase power struggles and would watch the Great Sun Swordsmen being killed, this did not diminish its might.

Being in the Northern Plains, Jiang Ding was much more relaxed.

Heaven help him, the pressure in the Horned Ming Realm was just too great. Once exposed, it was very likely to be collectively assaulted by the Horned Demon Emperor Imperial Clan, and Great Sun Heavenly Pond simply wouldn’t suffice. Any slight delay, and it would be shattered.

A visit from the Great Sun Sword Master might be more like it.

”The Great Sun Sword Master is still growing and cannot come...”

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, gazing at the Broken Sword Tip that had been in his Divine Soul for who knows how long.

”This thing, my destiny, has a big origin... Regardless of whether I cross domains or not, it still traverses as usual, without any impact...”

Suddenly, Jiang Ding’s gaze sharpened.

At that moment, the Broken Sword Tip flashed imperceptibly.

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”... King...”

”... Be careful... Time...”

She conveyed such subtle thoughts, then, as if exhausted all her strength, fell silent once more.

Jiang Ding was stunned.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword swiftly unsheathed!

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

She sent forth a wave of chaotic emotions, frantically darting about in the Dark Demon Palace, a vast destructive pressure spreading between heaven and earth, slicing countless spaces asunder, numerous chaotic black holes emerging, the entire Dark Demon Palace creaking ominously as if ready to explode at any moment.

The Nascent Soul Maidens of the Tushan Clan on guard duty watched this direction, trembling with fear, almost suffocating.

”That,”

”That, you, what’s wrong with you?”

Jiang Ding suddenly felt somewhat uneasy.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword ceased all its frenzied slashing, instantly flying back into its scabbard.

She did not convey any response, falling silent again.

Jiang Ding was utterly baffled.

After much pondering, ensuring that there were no issues with the Taiqing Flying Sword, Jiang Ding once again focused on the Broken Sword Tip.

Now, she no longer possessed any unique qualities, like a piece of rusty iron, quietly residing in the Sea of Consciousness, the ability to traverse space still intact, unaffected.

”King?”

”What king? The king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan?”

Jiang Ding thought carefully: ”Who is she speaking to? Me? Or to some unknown existence?”

”Be careful of time?”

”Is there danger in time?”

”Is there a dangerous enemy within time?”

”And what kind of king...”

Numerous questions arose in Jiang Ding’s mind, yet not a single one could be answered, as perplexing as the Broken Sword Tip that had suddenly appeared, sensed with such intimacy, unearthed in his life.

Everything was so abrupt.

Jiang Ding spent years contemplating this matter, but to no avail.

He grasped at nothing, baseless conjectures, impossible to uncover anything useful. In the end, his Dao Heart began to waver, no longer stable.

”Put it aside for now.”

Jiang Ding used the Heart Sword technique to slay all doubts, sealing them deep within the Sea of Consciousness, no longer dwelling on them.

He continued to practice cultivation on the Yin Yang Magneto Spiritless Mountain, breathing in the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Light of Yuanmagnet, his heart at peace, without any fear.

This was his world, his domain, the land bathed in the radiant order he established.

In his leisure time from cultivation.

Jiang Ding took some time to attend to the political administration of Tushan Central Court.

Another century passed, and the world underwent many changes.

Now, more than two hundred years since the unification of the Minor Thousand World, many things from the past, the Northern Plains Families, the Western Desert Demon Race Dynasty, the Eastern Sea Divine Court, and so on, were almost completely wiped from existence, only remaining in ancient history and the memories of a few.

A new generation of Cultivators has grown up accustomed to being born under the glory of Tushan Law, accustomed to abiding by the laws, their moral character and cultivation base vastly improved over the previous generation.

Currently, the number of Nascent Soul Monks in Tushan Central Court has increased to over four hundred, with two hundred and seventeen Sword Cultivators from the Great Sun Longsword Metropolis alone, the proportion astoundingly high, even terrifying, surpassing fifty percent.

Great Sun Sword Cultivation is resurging in this world.

However, the number of subsequent Sword Cultivators should dramatically slow down.

Because, there are no more wars.

Without wars, there are no Sword Cultivators; mere public security cases are not enough, without the nourishment of blood, without the withering of life, Sword Cultivators cannot grow.

It is expected that the total number of Nascent Soul Monks in the world will increase to around six hundred, and then it will cease.

This is related to the carrying capacity limit of the world’s Immortal Tao ecosystem, as well as the regulations in Tushan Central Court, controlling the unrestrained growth of Cultivators through various means such as economy, inheritance, Elixirs, Treasures, etc., to prevent the destruction of the Immortal Tao ecosystem and eventually themselves.

Naturally, many Golden Pill and Nascent Soul Cultivators will be dissatisfied.

No matter, suppression is the way.

No single organisational entity can satisfy everyone, uniting the vast majority is sufficient.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

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