Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In the somber, deathly still starry sky.

A morning sun rises from the boundary wall of a Minor Thousand World.

This sun is so bright that, even tens of millions of kilometers away, its light and Sword Intent have already arrived here, casting their glow on the two people in the starry sky.

The two, who were locked in battle, come to a halt.

One is a middle-aged cultivator with a majestic posture and heroic appearance, sporting a neatly groomed long beard that reflects an aesthetic trend that was in vogue some ten thousand years ago in the Northern Plains Immortal Cultivation World. At that time, among the male cultivators of the Northern Plains, a long beard was considered beautiful and they were fondly referred to as ’Sir Beautiful Whiskers’.

Back then, if a male cultivator had an impressive beard, it could even attract high-ranking female cultivators to willingly marry down in status.

Legend has it that another originating lineage of the Northern Plains bloodline clans, the matrilineal source known as the maiden of the True Orchid Heavenly Mother, did just that. She, as a Golden Pill Monk at the time, married a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It wasn’t about being a furnace cauldron, but about bringing a hefty dowry to marry an obscure cultivator who nevertheless possessed a beautiful beard, causing quite the sensation.

That Foundation Establishment male cultivator used this as a springboard, rapidly advancing through Golden Pill, Nascent Soul, and even Divinity Transformation stages, eventually becoming invincible in the world.

That male cultivator is none other than the ’Sir Beautiful Whiskers’—Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, ten thousand years later!

Opposite Sir Beautiful Whiskers is a cultivator of average appearance but shrouded in dazzling brilliance. Endless destruction and scorching Sword Intent emanate from him. Gazing from afar, he seems like the nascent sunrise of the Immortal Path, casting boundless radiance into the starry sky, domineering and destructive.

It’s as if he was born to be the sovereign of the Domain Starry Sky.

”Mingguangzi, who’s that?”

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, filled with shock and uncertainty, gazes into the distance.

That sun, resembling the Great Sun Sword Disciple Mingguangzi before him, carries within it an aura of devastation, Forbidden Laws, and mutation. While seemingly discordant, it is actually in perfect unity, similar to the Great Sun but different from Mingguangzi’s Great Sun.

Yet there are similarities.

Both are equally mad, both equally violent. Upon first sighting, not even needing recognition, that crazy and bloodthirsty intent to kill has already spread far and wide.

From this alone, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch deduces that there can be no peaceful coexistence with this Heavenly Monarch.

”That is,”

”That’s a Great Sun Sword Disciple of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.”

Mingguangzi, watching the rushing sun drawing near, shows a nostalgic expression: ”A fully grown Great Sun Sword Disciple, the Domain Ruler, far from being incomplete like me. Lacking Taoist disciples, missing the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, devoid of elders’ guidance, without the mutual advancement amongst peers, lacking many things a Great Sun Sword Disciple should have.”

”Oh?”

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch trembles slightly.

What does a fully grown Great Sun Sword Disciple look like?

He’s been entangled with this young man for a thousand years, fought for a thousand years, initially holding the upper hand before rapidly dwindling, then desperately fleeing until he had no choice but to detonate Immortal Techniques and forcefully seal the battleground, thus barely dragging the fight into a stalemate for a millennium.

Such a formidable opponent yet claims to be incomplete.

The real complete Great Sun Sword Disciple,

Is now flying towards them!

”Damn it!”

”What on earth have I done to this Minor Thousand World!”

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch’s scalp tingles with panic.

He immediately tries to communicate with the various means left behind in the Northern Plains—kin, offspring, he desperately wishes to know what has happened during the short thousand years since he sealed himself.

But nothing comes of it.

Clearly sensing that there are still many family descendants within the Minor Thousand World, yet he, being the original progenitor, simply cannot connect.

Moments later, even that sensation disappears.

”Mingguangzi, fellow Daoist...”

A very bad premonition arises in Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch’s heart.

”That’s the Great Sun World Defining Array.”

Mingguangzi says casually: ”An array that permeates throughout the Minor Thousand World, able to monitor and control the entire Minor Thousand World, capable of shielding what is inside and out... If I had killed you a thousand years ago, I would have set up such an array too.”

”Your Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu who was left in the Northern Plains and his disciples and grandchildren, they’ve probably all been killed by that person.”

”Your son, Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu, is too weak and of no real use.”

The two appear to have a certain level of friendship, although this does not prevent them from attempting to kill each other.

Neither of them opts to flee.

Mingguang Zi naturally would not flee.

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, after being sealed for a thousand years, no longer had the ability to travel the starry sky far and wide; he had to return to the Minor Thousand World for replenishment, otherwise, he would be worn to death, lacking the ability to survive in the starry sky.

A period of time, not particularly long.

The sun-like Escape Light slowly descended here, its brilliance fading away to reveal a green-clothed youth about sixteen years of age, with a longsword at his waist and an immature face.

”Dwarf.”

Mingguang Zi spat out two words.

”Ah?”

Jiang Ding was taken aback.

”Still a dwarf from the Eastern Devil School.”

Mingguang Zi said expressionlessly: ”Only cultivators with psychological abnormalities and an incomplete Dao Heart remain in a child’s state indefinitely. In the Cultivation World, every such cultivator is extremely twisted at heart, full of Internal Demons.”

”Like those who call themselves Joyous Child, Crippled Elder, and Yin-Yang Old Man...”

”Isn’t that right?”

He asked curiously.

”Bullshit!”

”Mingguang Zi!”

Jiang Ding became furiously enraged, his sword energy wild and violent: ”You’re the one with an underdeveloped perversion!”

”I am this young!”

”With my talent, destined to reach Refining Nothingness in the future, now is only one-thirtieth of my lifespan—I am merely three years old! Do you understand?”

”My current appearance is already quite mature!”

”Of course, it’s normal for you not to understand these things, Mingguang Zi.”

Jiang Ding’s hand rested on his sword hilt, speaking coldly: ”You incomplete Swordsman, lacking adequate tempering, are a disappointment.”

”You old fool are close to death, your remaining life is as brief as a summer insect, you naturally wouldn’t know such profound things, nor understand the true meaning of life.”

”...”

Mingguang Zi’s mouth twitched.

That seemed to be a fact. If he did not consume Life Extension Elixirs, he indeed only had a bit more than a hundred years left, which was truly fleeting.

At this moment, a cloud of black smoke emerged from behind Mingguang Zi, taking the shape of a plump black figure.

Jiang Ding’s gaze turned stern.

Black.

The Great Sun Sword Pavilion Envoy, possessive of Refining Void Stage strength, the exact level within Refining Nothingness unknown.

”Swordsman.”

Heichao Jiang Ding bowed slightly: ”I see the aura of Yue on you, may I speak with her? This is a matter of the Sword Pavilion’s legacy exchange.”

Yue.

Mingguang Zi’s eyes lit up.

The Refinement Void Bastion of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Moon Spirit of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, was called Yue.

During the last Domain War, the Great Sun Heavenly Pond was broken and sealed by the concerted effort of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, which greatly affected his growth as he was unable to escape with him.

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment.

”No.”

”Black.”

Jiang Ding shook his head: ”I don’t trust you, I can’t be sure you won’t have a negative impact on Yue.”

”I understand.”

”Since that is your decision, so be it.”

Black, somewhat regretful, slowly faded away.

The Great Sun Heavenly Pond, the Sword Pavilion Envoy, would not interfere with the Holy Sword Fight of the Great Sun Swordsman.