Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

No matter how Jiang Dingzi agitated, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch remained composed and unperturbed.

On the contrary, he had always been trying to have Mingguang Zi take the lead in the charge, while he provided support from behind, plundering the formation.

In the past, this was very easy, as Sword Cultivators have always been hot-headed. Let alone instigation, whoever dared to block their path to fight a formidable enemy, they would kill without hesitation.

But alas, this time Mingguang Zi had no intention of stepping forward.

Jiang Dingzi and Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch stopped their verbal sparring after a brief moment, both inwardly feeling it was pointless.

”You can’t defeat him, not even in his current state,” Mingguang Zi sighed. ”Moreover, even if he were killed, there would be no chance to ascend to the Upper Realm. This must be done by a being from the Upper Realm, preferably one of the highest status.”

”If possible, it would be best to capture a clone of the Blood Dao Great Power alive.”

He looked at Jiang Dingzi.

To capture a bloodline clone of the Blood Dao Great Power alive.

That was an outlandish notion!

When the clone of the Blood Dao Great Power was strong, if they dared to show themselves they would undoubtedly die, and when the clone was weak, it was accustomed to lurking and hiding, making it impossible for anyone to find the adversary.

Such beings that have lived for tens of thousands of years are cold and cunning. They completely lack anything such as face, and even insults to their ancestors for generations wouldn’t cause any ripple in their emotions.

The only circumstance in which the clone of the Blood Dao Great Power would appear again, is if it had recovered its strength and grown even stronger.

A Refining Nothingness Cultivator naturally has the ability to transform Spiritual Energy in the Chaos Void for their own recovery, especially the clones below the level of Refining Nothingness.

However, Jiang Dingzi might be different.

He had a good father who crafted a Refinement Void Bastion for him, the Incense Fire Divine Court.

”It’s impossible, can’t be done,”

Jiang Dingzi tried for a while, then shook his head: ”When my father crafted this Incense Fire Divine Court, he referenced the crafting of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond and the darkness by past Great Sun Sword Masters. It is meant to protect me, not for me to act recklessly with.”

”Under normal circumstances I can’t take the initiative to attack others, especially enemies at the Refining Void Stage, to provoke Refining Nothingness Cultivators.”

This is also a common bias many great experts have for their children.

They usually give their offspring life-saving, escape-oriented Talismans, Treasures, etc., not for their children to provoke enemies of the same level as themselves.

”Brother Ping An, don’t belittle yourself unnecessarily,”

”You can do it.”

Mingguang Zi pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and then carefully took out an ancient Sword Talisman.

The moment this Sword Talisman appeared in the starry sky!

Tens of thousands of miles of starry sky instantly solidified, manifesting a force above ordinary order, and far surpassing the power of that Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain Blood Dao Great Power.

The two were not on the same level at all!

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch and Mingguang Zi’s minds went blank as fear colored their faces.

The Great Sun Sword Master’s Sword Talisman!

This was a life-saving Sword Talisman left by the Last Great Sun Sword Master Xi Yuan to the Dari Swordsman, and it was an offensive talisman, because he believed that the Dari Swordsman would not be as weak as his own son and would be able to use such an offensive Sword Talisman when necessary.

If the Dari Swordsman became negligent because of this, then his death would not be a matter of much consequence.

”Sword Master...”

Mingguang Zi’s body trembled, overwhelmed by fear, a fear that was instinctual and uncontrollable.

It wasn’t just because of instinct.

One would truly die!

This Sword Talisman recognized only the Dari Swordsman, not someone like Mingguang Zi!

Once such an aggressive Great Power Talisman was activated, it was bound to draw blood. If there were no Refinement Void Level opponents, people for billions of miles around would die, regardless of friend or foe.

The only exception was the Dari Swordsman.

No!

As well as his own flesh and blood son.

”Father!”

Jiang Dingzi cried out loudly.

Compared to the two beside him, he felt no fear whatsoever, rather, he felt comfortable and joyously shouted, utterly unconcerned with such Sword Dao Rule Power that would slaughter billions of living beings.

Buzz!

The vicious Sword Talisman, gradually reviving, slowed down slightly.

Its Sword-light began to retract, and finally a towering and indistinct figure appeared within the Talisman—it was boundless Light, dazzling brilliance, endless will of Destruction.

Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Last Great Sun Sword Master, Xi Yuan!

”Trash!”

”You, this piece of trash!”

The towering and indistinct figure cursed, ”How could I have a son as worthless as you?”

”Oh, father.”

”I’m not as strong as you were when you were young.”

Xi Ping’an smiled sheepishly, not daring to retort.

This was not the true Last Great Sun Sword Master, but the power he left behind in the world. It acted with its own logic, like that of an Array Spirit, meticulous and reasoned.

”Me in my youth?”

”Don’t embarrass me, you can’t even beat a disciple of the same rank from the Immortal Sects.”

The towering and indistinct figure said helplessly.

Clearly such a formidable expert, whose power even after thousands of years since his death still possessed such terrifying might, now displayed a hint of helplessness, of inevitability.

”Isn’t that Mingguang Zi?”

The towering figure glanced at Mingguang Zi.

”Greetings, Sword Master!”

Mingguang Zi bowed deeply, performing the three prostrations and nine kowtows, with the utmost respect.

This was different from the last time he saw Xi Yuan thousands of years ago when he simply stood and clasped his hands in salute.

”Ha ha!”

”I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time.”

The towering figure laughed, ”When I was a Swordsman, I found the Great Sun Sword Master disagreeable, and when I became the Sword Master, I found the Dari Swordsman even more unsightly—nothing but an ant daring to look at me with such eagerness.”

”Sword Master...”

Mingguang Zi’s scalp tingled.

However, the towering figure had already shifted its gaze away, no longer looking at him as if he was completely beneath notice, not worthy of any further attention.

He was safe.

A mere Nascent Soul Monk, unworthy of dying by the Sword Master’s hand, unworthy of such an honor.

Mingguang Zi breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he felt a wave of disappointment, a bitterness beyond compare.

”You rascal, talk.”

”What happened to you?”

The towering and indistinct figure withdrew its gaze from the Minor Thousand World, speaking faintly.

”Dad, Jiang Dingzi is bullying me!!!”

”Dad, a Refining Nothingness is bullying me!”

”Dad, I want to Ascend to the Upper Realm, but can’t find a way; Dad, could you help me capture a Refinement Void, then help me with Soul Searching...”

”Dad...”

Xi Ping’an babbled nonstop.

A series of names popped out, all people he had encountered over the past thousands of years, things he wanted to do but hadn’t managed to do, all came spilling out.

His entire demeanor was one of utter relaxation and anticipation, as if his wishes had already been fulfilled.

This was the summation of past experiences and lessons learned; whenever his father spoke in this tone, everything was possible.

Everything!

”Jiang Dingzi?”

”The Dari Swordsman from Eastern Devil School has this name?”

The towering and indistinct figure slightly nodded: ”This I cannot do. I cannot slay a Swordsman from our Sect; without the humiliation wrought by spilled blood and withering life, there’s no pleasure in it.”

”The rest, however, is fine.”