Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1374: Chapter 1342: Take Another Look at This World

Jiang Ding soared through the sky.

As of today, the Minor Thousand World is no longer an incomparably vast realm for him.

Using the Six Paths Order as a lever, he walks upon the rules, and space almost loses distance before him, at least in the observation of Divine Sense from a Nascent Soul Cultivator. Miles are like a step; there is essentially no difference between them.

At a certain moment, Jiang Ding stopped and gazed at the earth.

To be precise, it was a mountain range spanning hundreds of kilometers on the ground. To a Nascent Soul Cultivator, this was a small hill that could be easily obliterated with a single blow, not deserving of the term mountain range.

The name of this mountain range is Donglingshan Mountain.

At least more than four thousand years ago, it was called this.

Now, in the minds of nearby mortals and cultivators, this mountain range seems to be called Blue Iron Mountain because it yields a mundane ore named Blue Iron, the blades and weapons forged from it being the most beloved by Martial Artists in the Jianghu.

Over thousands of years, the name of this mountain range has changed many times due to minerals, or some emperor, or a great battle, among various reasons.

The ancient name of Donglingshan Mountain has long been drowned in time.

However, in the hearts of Nascent Soul Cultivators in this realm, its name remains Donglingshan Mountain without any change.

“This is the place where I first appeared.”

“More than four thousand years ago…”

Jiang Ding didn’t say anything nor looked at any place, just silently pondering.

His gaze seemed to penetrate more than four thousand years of time, witnessing the scene of an ignorant high school student first appearing in this world.

It was a high school student of fifteen or sixteen, dressed in color-shifting camouflage, with drones circling overhead at more than two thousand meters, cautiously exploring the surroundings.

“I was really cool back then!”

“One person, one sword, came into my future world and began to save the suffering masses step by step.”

Jiang Ding spoke with a sense of pride.

He harbored no derisive thoughts toward his younger self but rather genuinely admired and planned to learn from him.

Then, once again,

Become the Lord of the World!

“The Fallen World…”

Jiang Ding whispered.

“Now this world is enveloped in the brilliance of order.”

“Massive wars are no more, whether among mortals or cultivators, Tushan Law envelops all civilized lands, everyone under heaven, humans and demon cultivators alike, are bathed in order.”

“The entire world’s peace and happiness are multiple times that of the past.”

“Whether measured by average lifespan, wealth per capita, spiritual and cultural wealth, or hope in the grand path, all are at least ten times what they were when I descended.”

“The world has me, under heaven is me, great luck!”

“Such fortune, such radiant order, how can it only benefit the beings of this Minor Thousand World? This isn’t fair; I have the duty to save more souls…”

Jiang Ding looked up at the sky, toward the distant Endless Starry Sky.

Clang~

The Taiqing Flying Sword gently hummed, cold and bloodthirsty, as if a billion seas of blood condensed into a thread, overflowing into the world, yet not affecting a single ant.

Two thousand years have passed!

Two thousand years!

In two thousand years, the Great Sun Flying Sword never slew a single strong opponent; this should not be, this is not the essence of the Great Sun Flying Sword. No matter how strong a cultivator’s self-control is, there is a limit.

“No, no, no.”

“My self-control is infinite…”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

The crimson blazing color in his eyes slowly faded away, returning to normal, not a trace of killing intent to be seen, as if the earlier madness was merely an illusion.

Jiang Ding looked silently along Donglingshan Mountain at the footprints of the past.

By Donglingshan Mountain originally stood Dongling City, Dongling City, now just a stretch of wild forest, not even ruins remain. No one remembers that tens of thousands of people once lived here, and many earth-shattering events happened here, later influencing the entire world.

“If archaeologists come here, they might still find some traces.”

Jiang Ding reached out and picked a tile from the soil layer hundreds of meters deep, inspecting it carefully in his Divine Soul, especially comparing it to the memories of his youth.

“This is a tile from the left side of the ninth row, seventh column of the tile-roofed house in the front yard of that buddy’s grocery store, still intact.”

“Fate indeed.”

“This little thing, after four thousand years, you still exist; it’s quite nice.”

Jiang Ding stored it away.

Then, with a flash of his figure, he came up to the gates of Qiyu Sect, which were very close by.

This is still a Golden Core level sect, neither declining nor prospering since more than four thousand years ago, existing unremarkably like this, perhaps still existing for tens of thousands of years ahead.

This all began with a promise.

More than four thousand years ago, Jiang Ding joined Qiyu Sect and promised to protect the sect’s inheritance from falling for at least three thousand years; now he has achieved it.

The only pity is that those witnesses to the original promise, Immortal Baimei, Li Qingyun, and that Second Brother, have long since died; their lifespans ended early, and no one saw him fulfill his promise spanning three thousand years.

Jiang Ding took another step and crossed the Soulless Desert to the Beast Spirit Immortal City.

This place is the Immortal City of Tushan Central Court, more prosperous, with numerous cultivators. Various mid to low-end immortal path industries are unfolding here, creating immense wealth, benefiting all cultivators and mortals alike.

“I still remember you, Divine Crow Immortal, the first Nascent Soul Monk I ever killed.”

“How wonderful that is…”

Jiang Ding sighed slightly.

His steps slowed, often crossing tens of thousands of kilometers in a step, reminiscing about past events where significant things had occurred in places he visited throughout history, feeling deeply touched.

Unfortunately, this world appears too small.

After several hours, he completed this memorial journey; his Dao Heart completed a cycle with no regrets remaining.

Jiang Ding realized that perhaps he would never visit these places he once came to again because he no longer had curiosity; this was the last time.

In the future, even if he achieves True Immortal status, he wouldn’t come here anymore.

Because there is no need.

Unknowingly, many things were already the last time.

Finally, Jiang Ding came to the East Sea Blood Demon Abyss and silently observed.

Here, a bloody slaughter was taking place.

The golden-haired, wildly dancing Lieyang Heavenly Monarch already had the appearance of a middle-aged cultivator. He roared, controlling the sword to launch an attack on a Blood Demon at the peak of Hua Shen. Immortal Sword Intent swept the four directions, slashing down a myriad of Sword-lights, slicing this scorpion-tailed Blood Demon into pieces.

Slaying a peak Hua Shen Blood Demon with the cultivation of the mid-stage of Spirit Transformation simply!

“Weak.”

“Too weak.”

After slaughtering the enemy, Lieyang Heavenly Monarch felt no triumph, instead, there was only bitterness: “Apart from such weaklings, this world only has you and those you forbid me from killing.”

“You are too strong.”

“I cannot find strong opponents in between to use their lives as steps in ascending toward you.”

“This is my misfortune.”

He left the battlefield and deeply saluted a green-clothed youth not far away.

“Swordsman, after three thousand years, congratulations on leaving seclusion and greatly advancing in cultivation base.”

At the same time, Han Lin, Great Love Heavenly Monarch, Gong Caiyu, and twelve other Heavenly Monarchs of Tushan Central Court deeply bowed and saluted.

“Greetings, Heavenly Monarch!”

“Greetings, Master!”