Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Northern Plains.

After more than five thousand years, I’ve once again arrived at this starry sky.

Unlike any other time, Jiang Ding felt a faint resistance, being excluded from the Minor Thousand World, cast off to the distant dead silent starry sky outside.

Jiang Ding silently gazed from afar at that once so familiar Minor Thousand World.

It is a shining pearl in the universe, radiant and bright.

It stands lonely in a vast star domain, with no other Minor Thousand World around, an isolated world excluded from the center of the Immortal Dao Civilization.

If not for the Ascension Platform rules of this world community, perhaps her existence would forever remain unknown.

”Five thousand years, does anyone still remember me?”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself, looking towards the distant faraway.

Here, naturally refers to the Upper Realm.

Five thousand years is a long time even for a Harmonization cultivator, a fifth of one’s life. If it was used to pin down a Nascent Soul Cultivator, it would be quite unworthy.

Who knows if the Shou Gui God Monarch of the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm has such patience?

However, whether the Shou Gui God Monarch has such patience is not an important matter and does not affect much.

”Shou Gui, just bones in a grave.”

”A weakling with life nearing its end...”

Jiang Ding murmured, his expression still serious, yet he thought of the Heavenly Human Realm strongmen that must exist in the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm.

—As for standing at the top of the Upper Realm, would the strongest near-Immortal Level existence in the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm wait for him for five thousand years?

This kind of honor, Jiang Ding believed he was temporarily unqualified to have.

However, the Heavenly Man of the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm might still remember his existence.

A future Heavenly Man from the Upper Realm Immortal Sect, being killed by someone close to an existence like an Immortal Sect Sword Son, is a great threat.

This implies the Pure Yang Sword Child might have a slight chance to ascend above Heavenly Beings.

That is the threat.

In the Immortal Dao, those at the top decide everything. Even a slight threat, although the Immortal Sect nurturing of the Pure Yang Sword Child achieving above Heavenly Beings is small, the very existence of this threat is enough motivation for attention.

”If unnecessary, do not go to the Upper Realm for now.”

”Do not underestimate the wisdom of these Upper Realm Immortal Sects with tens of millions of years of inheritance, and even more so do not underestimate the wisdom of the Heavenly Man, hoping for luck...”

Jiang Ding sighed lightly.

This is the ideal outcome.

However, upon choosing the Sword Cultivator path, if aiming to become a True God, targeting the foundation closest to a True God, with such greedy desires, risk often becomes unavoidable.

What is the greatest greed in this world?

Eternal life and immortality.

Eternal life and immortality, endless time, having all things tangible and intangible in the world.

With such greedy desires, a peaceful life may no longer be easily found.

”I really need an opponent.”

”I need opponents like the Immortal Sect Daoist disciples, at least numerous opponents of Immortal Sect Inheritance level, to truly promote my Sword Embryo to the Ninth Rank.”

Jiang Ding said with a hint of sadness.

He needed no Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure or grand opportunities, just wished to meet these Upper Realm Daoists and exchange opinions.

”If I cannot become immortal, it would truly be harder than death.”

Jiang Ding looked into the distance.

In his pupils lay endless stars and seas, endless greed, yet so clear-headed: ”Set a deadline, at least fifteen thousand years later, gather enough for twenty thousand years, at least twenty thousand years later before I return to the Upper Realm.”

”Twenty thousand years, which is not neglected even in the two-hundred-thousand-year life of a Heavenly Man.”

”Is the Upper Realm such a peaceful and leisurely world?”

”A Heavenly Man, a Heavenly Man extremely important to the Upper Realm Immortal Sect, doing nothing, not guarding the sect, not holding back opposing sects, not cultivating, not refining treasures, spending twenty thousand years without moving, just to wait for me, a Nascent Soul Cultivator?”

”The probability is too small.”

”By then, the risk is greatly reduced, perhaps it’s worth a gamble...”

Jiang Ding thought about these matters, glanced at the Heavenly Dao Rules Net without much concern, then focused his eyes on a clone in the Minor Thousand World within.

...

Northern Plains Dark Demon Palace.

A green-clothed youth slightly closed his eyes and then opened them.

Though the magical aura and Divine Sense aura remained the same, at that instant, the pressure around him increased by tens of folds immensely, terrifyingly.

This change flickered and vanished, finally fading away.

”Once again, I’ve come here.”

”It seems to be six or seven thousand years? Memories have indeed increased with much attachment, emotions, cause, and effect...”

Jiang Ding said calmly.

This clone had lived through such a lengthy period, evolving a path slightly different from the main body, memories, emotions.

The past recollections surfaced in his mind.

The data import from Tushan Central Court’s Ten Thousand Miles Beacon Tower into his Divine Soul was processed instantly, and all that had happened in this world over six or seven thousand years was seen like palm lines, with no secrets.

Many tedious things happened once more, like natural laws, yet could no longer stir his curiosity.

”Please, all old friends, have a meeting.”

Jiang Ding said calmly.

His voice, neither hurried nor slow, without resorting to any treasure, spread throughout the entire world.

Countless beings in this world heard nothing; this voice did not disturb their day-after-day, year-after-year repetitive grudges, production cultivation clashes, the sound waves passed through the Nine Heavens, reached deep into the Nine Nether, spreading to every place with living beings.

This voice bypassed all mortals, those who cultivated Qi, Foundation Establishment, Golden Pill, Nascent Soul, and many Nascent Soul cultivators, only appearing in the ears of certain Nascent Soul cultivators.

At this instant, many of the world’s oldest cultivators paused.

The time was too long, too protracted!

So much so that their memories were somewhat blurred even and could not react quickly to what this was on the first try.

Then, those oldest cultivators in the world suddenly awakened.

Tears filled their eyes.

”...My Lord...”

”...Heavenly Monarch...at last, once again...”

Several ancient Nascent Soul cultivators wept tears of joy.

They remembered the trials of their youth long, long ago, despite now being patriarchs in the eyes of countless cultivators who have not forgotten.

And now!

That existence has reappeared.

From their understanding of that existence, as long as he is alive, he must have already ascended to an unimaginably terrifying realm.

And that one, was also nostalgic.

Today, perhaps it is when the grand Dao fate appears once more, a glimmer of hope surfaces once again in the Immortal Dao.

At this instant, those ancient powerful beings, after countless years of tranquility, almost forgotten by the world, reemerged within the heavens and earth, maniacally laughing, with tears at the corners of their eyes, flying madly towards Tushan Central Court.

Unfortunately, there were only a handful of these ancient powerhouses.

These are the only old friends of the Great Sun Sword Master in his younger years.

All other beings have long been buried in ancient time, never to be seen again.