Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding’s fingers shimmered with spiritual light, the Sword Qi’s six orders of structure revolving, creating and annihilating, in ceaseless arrangements and combinations, as he sought to find the six orders of structure most suited to himself.

The intensity of the Sword Qi fluctuated wildly, occasionally collapsing, resulting in explosions.

Only once did he chance upon an enhancement in the Sword Qi, yet the principles and causes underlying it were as inscrutable as fog or mist, even to a seven-fold equivalent of a Divine Soul, all was chaos.

”Handling with bare hands won’t do.”

”A grand array must be established, or an ultra-high-standard laboratory. It’s uncertain whether the Xianmen Sect has anything similar...”

Jiang Ding ceased his exploratory attempts.

This is the difficulty of creating ground-breaking Cultivation Methods; alone, one simply cannot manage, and various external conditions aren’t met.

Typically, when a Sect encounters such predicaments, the solution is to wait until one’s Cultivation Base is stronger, such as ascending to Refining Nothingness, when the powers of Divine Soul computation, observation, and scanning greatly enhance. Only then can one continue to explore; otherwise, inspiration remains mere inspiration, far from tangible results.

And the possibility of using a Formation Method to solve this?

That too is another challenge, likewise necessitating an ascent to a higher Realm.

This is a paradox.

In the Cultivation World, it is oftentimes the most powerful who pave the way forward, and not without reason—it is the culmination of various factors.

The Xianmen Sect is no exception to this rule.

Different is that the Xianmen Sect has been on this path since its weakest days. By now, relevant academic accumulations and Immortal Tao Industry and Formation Method technologies have developed. One no longer faces the task of establishing various sciences from scratch to resolve this issue.

Jiang Ding retracted the Sword Qi, his Divine Sense expanding, spreading over the entirety of the Tushan Central Court.

Unfamiliarity.

A sea of unfamiliarity.

That was his first thought.

In the entire Tushan Central Court, from the maids to the administrative officials, to the cultivators from various places pursuing advanced studies, the long-established old Nascent Soul True Monarchs, to the newly initiated cultivators... not a single one was known to him.

In this city of Jiang Ding’s own making, the Tushan Central Court he had founded with his own hands, he had become the sole stranger.

Among the tens of thousands of cultivators on this mountain, not a single one shared the slightest bit of personal connection with him, no different from those he had never met.

At this moment, a desolate and lonely emotion started to sprout within his heart.

Jiang Ding looked around him.

It was as if between heaven and earth, only he remained, alone, isolated, without even a companion to converse with; the low-ranking cultivators were unable to comprehend his thoughts and feelings.

”No wonder, the more advanced cultivators become, the stranger their temperament...”

Jiang Ding sighed softly: ”After such an extensive span of time, who amongst them isn’t a pervert, who isn’t reclusive and indifferent, who doesn’t regard all beings as mere ants?”

”Of course, that doesn’t include me.”

”This Monarch shall forever be young, forever sixteen...”

In the grand hall, silence ensued momentarily.

”Someone, come here.”

Jiang Ding commanded calmly.

Outside the Dark Demon Palace, twelve Nascent Soul Peak maids, their waists strapped with longswords, dressed in long skirts, stood silently outside the palace, guarding their Monarch in shifts that had continued for twelve hundred years.

For twelve hundred years, generations of Nascent Soul Stage maids were born, grew up, guarded the palace, and then passed away, in an endless cycle of reincarnation.

Their predecessors, their ancestors, they themselves, and their descendants, would all forever protect this cold palace.

For countless years, the maids regarded this place as an exceedingly important forbidden area.

So much so that they subconsciously ignored the possibility that there might still be living people inside the palace.

As a result, when a foreign voice emerged from within the palace, they were all taken aback.

”It’s an attack!”

Screamed a member of the Six-tailed Fox Tribe among the maids.

”Who is it?”

”Death be the penalty for those who trespass without permission...”

Several maids drew their swords, brimming with killing intent, completely overlooking the most likely possibility.

Twelve hundred years, oh!

This is how many lifetimes of a Nascent Soul Immortal, far too ancient.

The other maidens, however, were stunned into stillness.

They quickly pulled back the maiden who had unsheathed her sword, fumblingly searched within their Storage Jade Pendants, and found a Jade Slip titled ”Tushan Maidens’ Handbook.” Leafing through it, they eventually found a voice, a breath pattern, the features of a Divine Soul, as well as what they should do themselves.

”Monarch?”

A maiden inquired tentatively.

Monarch.

This term, in the Tushan Central Court, bore similarity to honorifics like ’Ancestor,’ ’Sect Founder,’ ’Eminent Lineage,’ the sort of term laid upon an altar.

No one ever imagined it could refer to a living being, there was no such custom.

”Monarch.”

”Monarch!”

”Monarch!!!!!!!!”

Quickly, one after another, Nascent Soul stage maidens finished learning the history and confirmed it.

A blush appeared on their faces, their eyes shining brightly, seemingly brighter than the stars themselves.

Without waiting for someone to lead, they rushed one after another into the palace.

Tushan Heavenly Monarch!

The strongest being in this realm’s history!

The Heavenly Monarch who defeated the Upper Realm Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers!

The Monarch stronger than the Ascender Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch!

The ruler of Tushan Central Court, the founder of Tushan Central Court, the Monarch of Tushan maidens, the oldest among the billions of beings in this realm!

What’s more, historical records noted that Tushan Heavenly Monarch was famously approachable, and would generally not direct wrath at others. As long as you do not violate the Tushan Laws, safety was highly guaranteed.

They could very well be the first individuals to meet Tushan Heavenly Monarch face to face in twelve hundred years!

”Pay...paying respects, Monarch!”

Twelve Nascent Soul Peak maidens, blushing and chirpy, turned their gazes towards the green-clothed youth on the throne.

Time seemed to freeze upon him, impervious to the passing of endless years.

They appeared very restrained, hesitant.

For they had never seen Tushan Heavenly Monarch before.

To them, this was a stranger from a portrait, unsure if he was even real or if someone was impersonating him.

If that were the case, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

”Hello, everyone.”

”This is also my first time encountering such a situation,”

Jiang Ding smiled lightly: ”A group of maidens I have never seen before, telling me they are my servants, leaves me somewhat at a loss as well.”

”The Monarch jests...”

The maidens, their thoughts perceived by another, could not help but feel ashamed.

Being called ’maidens,’ they couldn’t remember how long it had been since they’d heard such a term. Yet now, they felt no embarrassment, thinking it seemed quite right.

”Rise.”

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

His Divine Sense accessed the Tushan Central Court Formation Method, causing it to lightly hum and revolve, projecting twelve blossoms of Spiritual Energy here.

These were some of the concentrated Spiritual Energy blossoms accumulated spontaneously by the Formation Method over countless years, which had a great effect on purifying Divine Soul and Mana, increasing a slight chance of success in attaining the Divinity Transformation, one of the treasures of Tushan Central Court.

”As a gift for our first meeting in a millennium,” Jiang said, as he gently waved his hand, and the twelve pure Spiritual Energy blossoms settled before the chests of the twelve maidens.

”We thank you, Monarch!”

The twelve Nascent Soul Peak maidens dispelled all doubts, their voices soft and tender as they respectfully greeted in unison.