Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding fell into some complex thoughts.

Mainly, three hundred years have passed, and inevitably, many people who were once very familiar have disappeared, lost in the past, never to be seen again.

This eternal separation brings a sense of sadness to the heart.

”Sigh,”

”Such is the mercilessness of time.”

Jiang Ding sighed, putting away his vulnerable demeanor.

He looked towards the Tushan Central Court’s significant administrative tool - the Ten Thousand Miles Beacon Tower. After many years of automatic refining by the Formation Method, it had advanced from a quasi-Fifth Order to a true Fifth Order, becoming a genuine Primordial Spirit Treasure, capable of functioning automatically by drawing power from the Liudao Sect’s Fifth Grade Superior Spirit Vein.

Inside the Ten Thousand Miles Beacon Tower, there must have accumulated a vast amount of pending governmental affairs, intelligence, as well as the changes that happened over these hundreds of years in Tushan Central Court, the births and deaths of cultivators… and so on, extensive data.

As soon as Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense connected to it, he would immediately understand the changes that had occurred in Tushan Central Court over the years.

Of course, there were also over three hundred years of uncollected taxes, all stored in the warehouse of Tushan Central Court.

Estimated at an average of fifty billion Low-grade Spirit Stones per year, over three hundred years, a substantial sum must have been accumulated, which could be considered to repay the five trillion loan to the Xianmen Sect.

However, Jiang Ding did not want to comprehend so quickly right now; he did not choose the most efficient method.

”Someone come.”

Jiang Ding’s voice was gentle.

Just like many years ago when he was still a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, busy in Tushan Immortal City within the Three Kingdoms, constructing his first city, personally involved in everything - caring about public order, auctions, Talisman stores… caring about everything.

At that time, the Tushan Maids were by his side.

Someone come.

This announcement was gentle, yet it resounded like thunder in the ears of maids standing guard outside the grand hall.

So much so that they were all stunned, doubting if they had a hallucination.

Twelve Nascent Soul Stage maids, wearing long swords at their waists, stood as straight as swords. Among them, three were Demon Monarchs from the Demon Race, and nine were True Lords from the Human Race, adhering to the strictly enforced fivefold advantage human order rule of Tushan Central Court.

They had stood here like statues for twenty years, motionless, even their breathing gentle, the drift of their hair restricted to one inch, adhering to extremely strict codes of conduct.

In a few months, another twelve Nascent Soul Stage maids would come to replace them.

Over the past three hundred or so years, although the Tushan Heavenly Monarch had never summoned them, the Tushan maids still strictly followed their duties, rotating orderly, never faltering in their protection of the Heavenly Monarch’s safety.

Whether or not the Heavenly Monarch needed them, it was their duty.

At this moment, the twelve Nascent Soul Stage maids stood dazed, looking somewhat bewildered and adorable.

”Someone come.”

Jiang Ding revealed a smile and repeated.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Instantly, the twelve maids showed a look of ecstasy, swiftly flying into the grand hall, and indeed, they saw a sixteen-year-old youth in green, with a beautiful youthful appearance, smiling at them, unchanged.

”My Lord!”

”Greetings, my Lord!”

The twelve maids knelt on one knee, then lifted their heads, their eyes filled with fervent admiration.

”No need for formalities.”

Jiang Ding smiled, looking at these twelve Nascent Soul Immortals.

They were all still quite familiar faces.

Among them were Yu Bai with the mutated Moonlight Rabbit Bloodline, Kong Yu Ling from the Five-Colored Peacock Clan, and Bai Hualing from the Three-tailed Fox Tribe; these three were exotic demon bloodlines he had unearthed in Tushan Immortal City, equivalent to a Human Race’s Sky Spiritual Root.

After so many years, they had advanced to the Mid-stage of Nascent Soul and could now stand on their own.

The nine Human Race True Lords were also maids from the period of Tushan Immortal City and the war period of the King’s Court Blessed Land; over the years, as time passed, the Foundation Establishment Golden Core Cultivators reached the end of their lifespan, leaving behind those who had all ascended to the Nascent Soul Stage without exception.

”Yes, my Lord!”

A group of women stood up curiously staring at their Heavenly Monarch.

”My Lord, have you... finished your closed-door cultivation?”

The mutated moonlight rabbit Yue Bai asked curiously.

She was truly astounded in her heart.

As expected of a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch, possessing a lifespan so lengthy it drives Nascent Soul Monks to despair, a single session of seclusion had lasted a quarter of a Nascent Soul cultivator’s lifetime.

During this period, it was enough to drive a vigorous early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator into his twilight years.

”Mm.”

”The closed-door cultivation has temporarily ended.”

Jiang Ding nodded lightly, ”Yue Bai, tell me what has happened over the years.”

He wished to come into closer contact with the current Northern Plains, not through the cold data of Ten Thousand Miles Beacon Tower, but with some emotions that needed to be released.

”Yes, my Lord.”

Yue Bai, sporting a pair of adorable rabbit ears and a fluffy bunny tail, spoke crisply, ”My Lord, these years, Tushan Central Court has been developing steadily, without encountering any external enemies... no enemies of the Divinity Transformation Phase.”

”There were still some enemies of the Nascent Soul Stage, remnants hiding from West Desert, Southern Border, and East Sea, causing some minor damage; all of which were eagerly dealt with by the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Longsword Metropolis.”

”Everything else is calm, the four seas are tranquil, with rare disturbances.”

”It’s just... some of our seniors have passed away.”

She sneakily glanced at the green-clothed youth on the Six Dao Throne.

”Please speak, which old friends were they?”

Jiang Ding sighed.

”Chaos Law Heavenly Commander Master Tianyang True Monarch, two hundred and thirty-seven years ago, lost his life under Heavenly Tribulation while attempting the Divinity Transformation Realm, succeeded by Da’ai True Lord, the strongest and most meritorious.”

”Great Sun Longsword Commander Master Xufang True Monarch, one hundred and fifty-eight years ago, died under Heavenly Tribulation while striking for the Divinity Transformation Realm, succeeded by Scorching Sun True Lord.”

Yue Bai started with the death of two key figures in Tushan Central Court.

These two True Lords, both with illustrious battle merits and high authority, hence successfully exchanged for Divinity Transformation Techniques, Tribulation Crossing Secret Techniques, and opportunities for Divinity Transformation, yet, they all perished under Heavenly Tribulation.

This cannot but be described as the ruthlessness of the Dao.

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

At this moment, he remembered the first time he met True Master Xufang and Tianyang True Lord.

Both True Lords were well-known powerful figures in Northern Plains, initially, he was somewhat hostile with the two Lords, only becoming allies when he descended upon the Great Sun Sword Sect, both lords truly committing to Tushan Central Court.

In the numerous battles of Tushan Central Court, both True Lords also performed their best.

”This,”

”This is the destined fate of us cultivators.”

Jiang Ding took out a cup of fruit juice and downed it in one gulp.

— He never drinks alcohol, whether ordinary or the incredibly precious spirits of the Immortal Family, as it could cloud the mind and bring potential danger.

”Two hundred and thirty-one years ago, former Ice Snow Palace’s Mu Family head, Ice Rain True Lord, died of old age.”

”One hundred and seventy-one years ago, former Liudao Sect’s Yin Family, Yin Dao True Lord, died of old age.”

”One hundred and sixty-seven years ago, former Great Sun Dharma Sect’s True Lord Chu Yun died of old age.”

”One hundred and sixty-five years ago…”

Yue Bai narrated with a slightly heavy tone, the news of various giants of the Nascent Soul from the Northern Plains of the previous era.

In the flow of time, they slowly walked towards their end, buried within time, turning into a part of history.

That era’s young folks, Blood Cloud, Scorching Sun, Six Dao Saint, Da’ai True Lord, Han Lin, and others, then began to become the oldest Immortals of Nascent Soul.