Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In the gruesome starry sky battlefield, the wreckage of warships and fighters lay scattered everywhere, burning with flames and light blue smoke in the vacuum of space, where star rivers were shattered and even meteors turned to dust.

Space fissures were abundant and showed no signs of healing anytime soon.

Amid the broken battlefield, a green-clothed youth sat cross-legged in serene contemplation, with a damaged Flying Sword and a blood-red amputated arm in front of him, both retrieved from the vastness of space.

Jiang Ding gazed at the severed arm.

Usually, cultivators, especially high-level cultivators, would face certain death the moment an enemy’s treasure pierces their body—flesh and blood pulverized in an instant, for the bodies of authentic magic cultivators and sword cultivators are exceedingly fragile.

This time, however, the situation was somewhat unusual.

The clump of withered flesh and blood fought until completely exhausted, mana depleted, and in the end, Jiang Ding amputated his own arm to survive, pre-emptively severing his right arm to prevent the dreadful Power of Blood Dao Order from permeating his body before the enemy’s attack struck.

Now, over ninety percent of the cells in the arm were destroyed, devoid of all vitality, harboring hidden deadly curses and Divine Soul Traps. Once reattached to the body, one’s soul would instantly sink, becoming a Puppet avatar for a Blood Dao Great Power.

Clang!

Jiang Ding unleashed strands of Sword Qi, sealing the severed limb to prevent the condition from further deteriorating before taking it back to Xianmen Sect for treatment.

As for why he didn’t ask Hei, or have it taken care of by Great Sun Heavenly Pond...

A shadow crossed Jiang Ding’s face.

”Hei, since that old thing has been defeated, why didn’t you finish him off?”

”At the very least, you shouldn’t have let him escape!”

”Their escape will bring me tremendous trouble, leaking my existence to the Upper Realm!”

”Although it’s not certain that it will leak, nor is it certain to draw the terrifying attention of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm’s Immortal Path Forces from the Upper Realm, the danger has already emerged!”

Anger, even a trace of murderous intent, tinted his voice, but he controlled it.

Hei’s unwillingness to treat his injuries, even now, goes without saying.

That’s okay; he never fully trusted the other party anyway.

”Swordsman, I have yet to confirm if your battle has concluded,” Hei’s voice remained calm, unaffected by the accusations of the Dari Swordsman: ”I do not engage in battles below Refining Nothingness, as per the orders given to me by generations of Sword Masters.”

”Generations of Sword Masters are neither kin nor familiar with you. They bear no emotional fluctuations over your life or death; they might even cheer and watch the spectacle with great interest.”

”As for allowing the avatar of the Blood Dao Great Power to escape and thus attract the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm’s attention to you.”

”This is precisely what generations of Sword Masters wished to see.”

”They hope that you will always be mired in endless troubles, dying amidst them or transcending.”

”Please remember, maintaining the Sword Pavilion legacy is my duty; your life, however, is not.”

”The only engagement I will assist you with is when a Refining Nothingness Cultivator takes direct action against you, where I will help you escape, nothing more.”

”Your life, please be mindful of it yourself.”

His voice was indifferent and calm as he articulated the cold laws of Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

”...I see.”

”I was mistaken, unconsciously substituting Great Sun Sword Pavilion with Xianmen Sect; that was my fault, please forgive me,” Jiang Ding’s anger gradually subsided, and he bowed slightly in apology.

Within Immortal Sects, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, known for its ruthlessness and heartlessness, had somehow become a place where Jiang Ding felt an unintended sense of belonging. It was indeed inappropriate.

The Great Sun legacy,

is not synonymous with the life of a Dari Swordsman.

Jiang Ding was quite certain that in this Minor Thousand World, even across the Nine Spirits Realm, there were concealed legacies of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, orchestrated by none other than the ever-respectful Sword Pavilion Legacy Messenger before him, the kind who possesses a Great Sun Flying Sword.

These hidden legacies, like dormant seeds, lay in wait for the external environment to become favorable, for chaotic opportunities to arise, waiting for the death of the last generation Dari Swordsman to burst forth from the soil and rebuild the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s legacy without placing all their trust in any one individual.

Hei maintained a respectful posture, offering no response.

Whether or not the Dari Swordsman had any affection for the Great Sun Sword Pavilion did not concern him.

The Dari Swordsman was the very embodiment of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

Besides, all disciples and elders are just trivial matters, all can be killed, all can be abandoned, and are not important.

One cannot be devoid of feelings toward oneself; it is even less possible to betray one’s own self.

”Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

”Black, are you saying the battle is not over yet?”

Jiang Ding looked towards the distant starry sky and said lightly, ”I believe, you have made a mistake in your judgment. Below the Emperor level, there is no battle, not even for me who is now severely wounded.”

...

In the faraway starry sky.

Mingguang Zi’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his gaze blazing with intensity, yet also showing a struggle within.

What has appeared in the distance now?

The current Great Sun has fallen into a state of severe injury and impending death!

Although it seems there is a complete form, it is definitely a state of severe injury and near death—a treasure of a Refining Nothingness avatar, just a touch is deadly, contact means demise, let alone having its right arm severed!

For such an injury not leading to immediate death is already a miracle, it is hard to say how much strength it can retain.

”Let’s go, Mingguang Zi!”

At the moment when the situation became clear, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch transformed into a trail of gold light and fled towards the Minor Thousand World, unable to wait any longer.

”Do you not even dare to make this decision?”

”What in this world does not carry risk? Now is undoubtedly a rare opportunity of eternal rarity, one that will never come again!”

Having flown for a while, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch paused and looked back at Mingguang Zi with puzzlement, urging him repeatedly.

Mingguang Zi still stood in his place, motionless.

”Idiot!”

”Just because of one battle’s failure, have you lost all your courage?!”

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, frustrated like trying to mold iron into steel, cursed angrily: ”No wonder you failed, with such cowardice, such shame, do you think you’re a True Immortal noble, expecting to gain everything without a fight, as if pies will fall from the sky?”

”You deserve your defeat!”

”Don’t you want to restore the crown of the Dari Swordsman?”

”Damn it...”

He was a bit furious, cursing repeatedly, while in his heart he grew increasingly suspicious, to the point of stopping his solitary advance.

Mingguang Zi remained unmoved.

His face was indifferent, and ultimately, he made a firm decision and let go of the sword hilt.

”You...”

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch was frustrated.

”Haha!”

”Shuoyang, that’s not the Great Sun crown.”

Xi Ping’an laughed lightly: ”Only by defeating a peak-condition Dari Swordsman, and as a swordsman of the same level, can one possess the Great Sun crown. Now, if you kill Jiang Dingzi who’s severely injured and on the brink of death, you will gain nothing.”

”Of course, Black will not stop you either.”

”It’s totally without benefit, the mastery of the Sword Heart Swordsmanship will not break through because of this, well, apart from venting anger.”

”If you, Shuoyang, want to go, then go by yourself, I assure you, Jiang Dingzi is definitely severely wounded and near death, with not even one percent of his strength remaining.”

”If in the end this Minor Thousand World is conquered, everything will belong to you, the Northern Plains Families will surely rise again, and the golden bloodline will once again shine with glory.”

He persuaded gently, subtly instigating.

”Enough, enough...”

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch sighed.

He appeared regretful for having missed a good opportunity, frustrated at the unyielding, yet he himself was unwilling to move a step.