Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1369: Chapter 1337: Back to the Hometown

After the walk, the two shocked individuals slowly headed home.

Along the way, passersby occasionally walked by, but none of them recognized the few people they were, and there was no resemblance at all to the neighbors from five thousand years ago.

“Everyone has already gone…”

Lin Wanqiu sighed softly.

She remembered many past times, many interesting neighbors, many girlfriends, many friends, many annoying colleagues, all of whom are now completely buried in time, never to be seen again.

They arrived at the bottom of the apartment building.

“This old house hasn’t collapsed yet?”

“It’s been five thousand years!”

Jiang Yuan commented, somewhat astonished.

In fact, it not only hasn’t collapsed, but it’s still the same as before, every color, every hue, even a patch of wall paint that had fallen off here thousands of years ago, now it’s still just that patch, no more, no less, identical to how it originally was.

Time simply had no effect here.

Jiang Ding smiled without speaking.

This is the power of the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao’s immortality, which became even more terrifying after he ascended to Divinity Transformation.

It’s clear to say, even if dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators cast magic to bombard it for a month, the Fulin Garden complex wouldn’t change, collapsing would only result in an instant recovery, even a piece of graffiti from thousands of years ago wouldn’t be altered, the lines and textures remain clear.

The three of them followed upstairs, and on the stairs, Lin Wanqiu greeted the neighbors warmly, which left the neighbors feeling inexplicable, maintaining an awkward smile out of courtesy.

Creak~

The front door that had been sealed for nearly five thousand years opened once again.

Then, a large black cloud of dust swept toward them!

It was almost as if they’d arrived in a coal mine, with dust everywhere forming an almost liquid flow, making one wonder if this entire house was filled with dust, pouring out uncontrollably as the door opened.

“Cough cough…”

Lin Wanqiu and the two others were caught off guard and immediately choked.

“This…”

Jiang Ding felt a bit embarrassed: “After you went into slumber, I completely forgot about this place. It seems it’s been three or four thousand years since I last came back; you know, it’s too lonely with just one person at home, not used to living here.”

“Brother, didn’t you set up a cleaning formation method?”

Jiang Yuan asked curiously.

“No.”

“There wasn’t one when you were here, I can’t add one later, it would ruin its original form. There was one originally, but I dismantled it later.”

Jiang Ding said firmly.

Clang!

A fearsome name throughout the domains, a nightmare in the hearts of countless Nascent Soul and Refining Nothingness cultivators, the Refining Void Space Treasure that once annihilated many Emperors, Ancient Imperial Sons and the entire elite army of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, the Taiqing Flying Sword!

She unsheathed it!

The light of the Sword Dao shone brilliantly, the Sword Intent pressured in all directions, suppressing the cosmos’s myriad heavenly enemies!

Then…

“Taiqing, we’ve got work to do!”

Jiang Ding greeted.

Taiqing Flying Sword froze.

“Hi!”

“My Bluegold little tree, do you remember me? The meals you used to make were delicious.”

Jiang Yuan waved.

Clang!

Taiqing Flying Sword greeted with a crisp and melodious sword chime, then went to get busy.

She generated a small whirlwind equivalent to a Qi Cultivation First Level magic in the room, busily tidying up, picking up a broom, picking up a dustpan, and started cleaning the entire room.

“Let’s get to work too.”

Lin Wanqiu rolled up her sleeves, enthusiastically said.

There were spare brooms, dustpans, and cloths in the house, even now they’re still placed in that old spot that Lin Wanqiu used to place them in all the time, and she found them easily and distributed them to Jiang Ding and Jiang Yuan.

“The quality is really good… hasn’t weathered in five thousand years.”

Jiang Yuan pinched the broom, amazed: “Bro, was it your doing?”

“Of course.”

Jiang Ding said casually.

He picked up a broom and assisted Taiqing Flying Sword, sweeping out a large amount of dust and garbage, then he temporarily crafted bag after bag from the dust for garbage, easily done by a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch.

Even these garbage bags were a supreme magic tool, with the function of collecting all sorts of things including living creatures, like fleas and cockroaches.

Spiritual light blossomed in Jiang Ding’s hand as he crafted bag after bag and handed them to Jiang Yuan.

“Huh? Yours?”

Jiang Yuan was a bit speechless.

How is this any different from taking off your pants to fart?

“It’s about the sense of ceremony, the sense of ceremony.”

“You don’t understand.”

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes: “I, the Heavenly Monarch, haven’t done this kind of grunt work for thousands of years, unlike you, a Foundation Establishment small cultivator, I’m a bit out of practice.”

“Haha~”

The family busily cleaned for hours before finishing up, restoring the house to its pristine condition.

Everything and everything once again became just like before.

Just like one afternoon nearly five thousand years ago, Jiang Ding returning home from high school, unchanged, no different.

Sofa, TV, coffee table, bowls and chopsticks… everything remained unchanged.

“Whew~”

Jiang Ding and Jiang Yuan sprawled out on the sofa as if they were back at home, exhaled deeply, not wanting to move.

Lin Wanqiu was in the kitchen, pondering what to eat for dinner tonight.

“Bro,”

“the TV’s broken.”

Jiang Yuan fiddled by the TV for a while, then turned back.

The TV flickered with light spots and then went dark.

“…”

“Broken?!”

Jiang Ding felt a sting of embarrassment.

Under the cover of Immortal Sword Intent, everything should be in perfect condition, not a single thing should be out of order.

Jiang Ding used his Divine Sense to scan, quickly identifying the issue.

“Damn!”

“Immortal Sword Intent can’t guarantee the integrity of electronic components, there are a few short circuits inside, just wait, I’ll try fixing it…”

Jiang Ding took out a Fourth Order Spiritual Gold with thunder attributes, after refining it, he used spatial transmission to solder the short circuit points on the TV’s electronic components, sparks flickered.

“It should be fine now.”

“Let me try it.”

Jiang Yuan turned on this over five-thousand-year-old antique, its inside gleamed for a moment, displaying images, it was a cartoon of Little Green Fairy, though the characters were a bit distorted, blurry, with some parts even having things like mosaic.

Jiang Yuan turned back.

“Probably a problem with signal transmission.”

Jiang Ding immediately said: “Nowadays, citizens prefer immersive holographic projections, they’re not fond of such old flat-screen TVs, almost none are left, so the signal relayed to our TV has some distortion.”

“Is everything in holographic projection now?”

Jiang Yuan seemed a bit stunned.

It seemed she was lagging far behind the times.

However, she quickly became excited again.

In five thousand years, how many novels, movies, games have been developed? This time, she wants to watch to her heart’s content, no more waiting for updates!

“You’ll need a special adapter.”

“Wait a moment, I’ll get a duplicate from Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch, those seniors just love such TVs and have specially developed these unique components.”

Jiang Ding dazed a little, then returned to normal.

He reached into the depths of space and pulled out a black box.

He placed the black box next to the TV, fiddling for a moment, the TV screen immediately returned to normal, playing a children’s animation of a Sword Immortal girl.