Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

After several years, Jiang Ding returned to the Xianmen Sect.

The Grand Sun Heavenly Pond once again entered the Thirty-Third Heavenly Gang Orbit, setting down a Spatial Anchor Point, and slowly moving with the rotation of the Mother Star’s orbit, taking three years to circle around the Mother Star.

Jiang Ding did not return to the surface.

There were no relatives left for him on the surface.

Hundreds of years ago, Lin Yuanwang failed to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage, even with the aid of resources that surpassed his current level, his talent had reached its limit.

In the end, he forcefully consolidated a false Nascent Soul using the life-saving Elixir given to him by Jiang Ding, and even so, it greatly diminished his Life Energy, and he only lived to be over nine hundred, close to a thousand years old.

Then, decades ago, while Jiang Ding was still in hiding in the Horned Ming Realm, Lin Yuanwang passed away.

At that time, one of Jiang Ding’s avatars went to bid farewell to the last relative he had in this world.

Many regrets and many past events have ultimately passed.

In other’s eyes, Grand Sun Immortal is an old predecessor, an oddity of Qingfeng University, where his own descendants of three and four generations have all passed away, and he still teaches in the Qingfeng University Adult Swordsmanship Department without any change, truly an evergreen in the human world.

But what about in Grand Sun Immortal’s own heart?

”Time...”

”I am indeed more suited to associate with old things like Flame Stone Great Emperor.”

”That way, I can feel happy.”

Jiang Ding murmured, ”In front of them, I am like a three-year-old child, immature in every aspect, vibrant and hopeful like the newly risen morning sun.”

”If only a powerful being like Flame Stone Great Emperor would strike me with a sword.”

”I would definitely jump up joyfully, cheerfully, without any sadness or any complex melancholic thoughts.”

Indeed, everything must be put into perspective.

I should not meet too often with those youngsters from the Xianmen Sect; otherwise, even my mindset will age. It’s better to hang out with weird old creatures who have lived tens of thousands of years like Flame Stone Great Emperor.

”Rise!”

Jiang Ding cast a Mana Technique.

Around him, number four Synthetic Gengjin, a piece of Green Wood Divine Tree trunk the size of a house, the Five Elements Heavenly Sect’s five-colored soil, which was also good, and the Shangqing Lingbao Sect’s Three Purities River Sand, the Heavenly Mechanism Immortal Palace’s Star Crystal Silk, the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace’s Wutu Mother Qi...

Many of the top treasures from various Domains floated in the air, the endless brilliant sunlight reflecting on these treasures, their radiance overflowing, with an inherent value that could make a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch suffocate.

These were the results of Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch’s actions.

It was unknown what price the Xianmen Sect had paid for the Eight Great Immortal Sects to be willing to part with these top treasures of the sects; it was very rare, and the value was at least equivalent to five Refining Nothingness Battle Merits.

The light of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond converged here, and the temperature suddenly rose to a terrifying level, with all the Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures nearly melting into a liquid state.

In the terrifying light of the Great Sun, a sword body covered in cracks, distorted and twisted like a pretzel, appeared from the center of Jiang Ding’s brow - the Bluegold Flying Sword.

Clang!

Clang Clang!

It emitted a cheerful sword cry, eagerly absorbing the essence of the various precious materials that were near sublimation and turning into mist under the high temperature. The cracked sword body was slowly healing, and the constant piercing pain from the sword was slightly cooled, providing some relief.

”Repairing the Flying Sword and recovering the Law Body will take about... thirty years.”

”Only then will my combat power return to its peak.”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to cultivate, refining the Flying Sword while also allocating part of his Divine Soul Computational Power to participate in experiments at the Sword Dojo laboratory and various research activities within the Xianmen Sect, following the distant Divine Machine Heavenly Monarch and others’ avatars learning Formation Dao, comprehending Golden Causality, and so forth.

Life in the Xianmen Sect is just that comfortable, everything returning to a familiar course.

”Hundreds of years have passed, the Northern Plains, how many people are still alive?”

The thought inadvertently emerged in Jiang Ding’s mind.

However, his plan will not be precipitated because of this – he will not step out of the Xianmen Sect without having regained peak combat power; this is a matter of principle.

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Thirty years later.

In the depths of the Sun Abyss, the towering Sun God Wood grew once more, its canopy covering the sky and blocking out the sun without casting shadows, but rather radiating endless and brilliant light. Any being below the Nascent Soul Stage that came into contact with the tree would die instantly, making it an absolute forbidden ground.

Before the green-clothed youth, a foot-long Bluegold Flying Sword danced joyfully like a sprite.

The sword body of Bluegold was straight and sharp, wrapped with numerous golden Runes on its surface, devoid of any cracks, restored to its peak condition.

Moreover, its aura was even more powerful than before it was damaged.

”It can be considered among the top weapons of imperial class.”

Jiang Ding praised.

Using such a sword to cut down beings below Divinity Transformation, he felt it wasteful, bestowing too much honor upon them, always feeling like he was at a needless loss.

”Additionally...”

Jiang Ding produced two letters in his hand.

They were not Jade Slips, but letters, carrying more symbolic significance, often used to express particular emotions.

These two letters were from An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng.

They both were serving in the Horned Ming Realm, acting as division commanders under the expeditionary force there, operating the Air-Space Mothership in combat, now at the peak of their Nascent Soul Stage.

They would likely return in about twenty to thirty years.

Because, they were now just over a thousand years old, about to enter into hibernation, awaiting their turn for the Immortal Sects’ opportunity to transform divinity—a time they would not emerge unless the sect faced life or death.

Before going into hibernation, the two of them wished to see Jiang Ding one last time.

”After Immortal Dinghai and others, another generation of Immortals that I’m familiar with from the Nascent Soul are entering hibernation. Time really brings about many changes...”

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

He replied to the letters, indicating that he would be present at that time.

Subsequently, Jiang Ding disappeared into the Sun Abyss.

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Northern Plains, Liudao Sect.

Dark Demon Palace.

On the Six Dao Throne, a green-clothed youth appeared at some point, his gaze absently sweeping around.

He had not seen this scenery in over three hundred years.

A thousand years ago, the scene of a senior from the Immortal Sects’ Rong City coming to Yue Country for the first time was still vivid in his memory.

”The Liudao Sect is still here, the Formation Methods are still here, that’s the best news.”

Jiang Ding laughed at himself.

After three hundred years, the human dynasties would have changed countless times, where everything is impermanent.

However, for a Divinity Transformation power, this is quite normal, as a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch’s single meditation could span this amount of time.

If it were the latter part of a Divinity Transformation Cultivator’s life, tired of the mortal world, it would be common not to see people for thousands of years.

Many Nascent Soul Golden Core cultivators at Tushan Central Court believe that their Tusen Heavenly Monarch, after becoming invincible under heaven, has already begun to show such tendencies, no longer as diligent in governance.

This is to be expected, quite normal.

Throughout countless historical records, all the Heavenly Monarchs follow this pattern.

Highly active in the early stages, often inspecting the world, meeting old subordinates, but as time passes, their appearances become rare, growing weary.

The only regret is that many cultivators from birth to death may never have the chance to meet the Heavenly Monarch face-to-face, to truly witness a realm above Nascent Soul.

This cannot be said to be without deficiency in one’s life.

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