Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1711: Chapter 1679: The Seeker’s Obsession

The White Bone Sect is silent.

Everything is orderly, returning to normal.

Even the Harmonization God Monarch of this sect began to awaken from a trance, a hint of doubt appearing in his heart. After carefully contemplating for a long time, he found no anomalies and could only deeply note this moment of suspicion before continuing his cultivation.

No one knew, beyond cause and effect and space, a terrifying killing intent surged like a tide, roiling and boiling.

“These two people,”

“Why are such two people aware of my whereabouts?”

Jiang Ding whispered coldly.

Upon arrival in the Upper Realm this time, he executed the highest standard of concealment from start to finish, never relaxing once, never touching any cause and effect, even smoothing out the passage of time to an extreme degree, making it difficult for Heavenly Beings to find him.

If considering the obscuring effect of the Luck Suppressing Treasure, even Near Immortal beings might not be aware of his existence.

However!

Even such high-level concealment was penetrated by two Harmonization God Monarchs, broken by two weaklings below Heavenly Beings.

This was simply terrifying, stirring a violent killing intent within the heart, almost irresistible, desiring instant elimination.

Past associations?

The Great Love God Monarch doesn’t count, as there is no association with him.

In the past, it was always a transactional relationship: you work, I pay, all business, no association.

Qingyun God Monarch Han Lin had a certain association; they interacted in the past almost as distant friends, nearly as equals.

What is equality?

Ordinary interests are fine; one can back down and retreat modestly.

But Fellow Daoist, since you actively meddled with my Dao, affecting my life and safety, please, go ahead and die!

Because I believe, standing in my shoes, you would do the same.

This is equality.

Every cultivator must struggle for their own Dao.

Since Han Lin actively affected the life safety of the Great Sun Sword Master, he must face the Great Sun Sword Master’s backlash, which is the natural Heavenly Reason.

At a certain moment, those two were almost going to die.

And would certainly die instantly.

Below the Taoist disciples, no one can resist the Pure Yang Sword Child’s meticulously planned sneak attack, even life-saving measures at the Heavenly Human rank are useless.

But at the last moment, the Pure Yang Sword Child hesitated.

“These two people,”

“Something’s wrong!”

“They’re very wrong.”

Jiang Ding whispered coldly: “They vaguely can determine where I might appear. Moreover, their strength has grown too fast!”

“Now, they actually possess a strength similar to that of the Immortal Sect inheritance disciples.”

“It’s not the foundation of an inheritance disciple’s strength, but power gained from treasures or some sort of trump card; this is too strange, they are two anomalies…”

“Anomalies…”

Thinking of this, Jiang Ding couldn’t help but fall silent.

In the past, the previous generation of the Eight Great Immortal Sect Great Powers often referred to him as an anomaly, meaning beyond ordinary reason.

And now unexpectedly, he witnessed anomalies himself.

These two people must have some heaven-shocking treasure or fortune!

Yet, very uncharacteristically and logically, the Dari Swordsman had no greed or desire to seize. His pride did not allow him to become a demon cultivator who kills for treasure.

“My sword,”

“Can seize everything between heaven and earth, even immortals!”

Jiang Ding spoke coldly.

He will never execute any being that has not violated the laws of the Xianmen Sect, will never violate his principles; otherwise, even if he gains great fortune, his Sword Dao is also ended, no longer possessing the pride of the Sword Dao.

And immortals…

Jiang Ding inexplicably knew, between heaven and earth, there ought to be no external force capable of allowing one to become an immortal.

If his inner sword Dao pride was gone, he’d truly lose everything, completely sinking.

“Forget it…”

“Since anomalies, since no action was chosen at the time, then let it be.”

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

His figure left the White Bone Sect, disappearing from sight.

The level of risk in this place has increased, no longer safe, now needing a much safer place, at least far, far away from here.

Just anomalies…

Anomalies…

…

Unknowingly, over a thousand years passed again.

In the Yanglei Domain of the Central Domain belonging to the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm.

Two Harmonization loose cultivators were being pursued by a Thunder Sun Inheritor Sword Cultivator, vomiting blood as they fled, their bodies marked with wounds, finally narrowly escaping using a teleportation formation previously set up here.

The two parted ways to seek places to heal for nearly a hundred years before reuniting.

They exchanged looks, both discovering anxiety within the other’s heart.

“The Upper Realm is becoming more dangerous now.”

“The clashes between the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm and the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm, the wars between the Heavenly Beast Garden and the Seven Kills Immortal Palace, I’ve heard even within the quasi-immortal clan there’s unrest… Practically nowhere is stable!”

The dark-skinned youth spoke coldly.

Beside him, the White-faced God Monarch did not answer his question, stepping decisively toward the unremarkable Refinement Void Level true sect, named the Black Sword Sect’s mountain gate, stopping at the Sutra Pavilion to respectfully salute.

“Greetings,”

“Heavenly Monarch!”

There was no response, and he didn’t get up.

After a while, he changed direction and repeated the action.

No miracles occurred, just like countless times over the past several thousand years, making people suspect whether the two of them have gone mad.

Due to hopelessness at reaching the Heavenly rank, they’ve lost their sanity.

Years later, the White-faced God Monarch rose, sighed lightly, gestured to the dark-skinned youth.

This time, the dark-skinned youth did not make any sarcastic remarks or complaints, sighing: “Fellow Daoist, are you at the Harmonization Early Stage or the Harmonization Middle Stage?”

“How long has your cultivation base remained unchanged?”

“Cultivation base…”

The White-faced God Monarch remained silent for a long time.

“Harmonization Middle Stage, it’s been ten thousand years without any change, trapped in a bottleneck. This is the destined fate of our broken foundation; despite frequent fortuitous encounters, it ends here.”

“Loose cultivators are just like this, reaching the limit of life.”

“Compared to the billions of beings in the Beiyuan Small Realm tens of thousands of years ago, we are much better now, truly shouldn’t feel any dissatisfaction.”

“Perhaps, nowadays one should find a place to establish a Taoist sect; even if oneself cannot attain longevity, it’s possible that descendants might achieve it.”

“Countless years ago, the Pure Yang Ancestor of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, was likely in our position then?”

“Considered a different form of longevity.”

The Great Love God Monarch has many times deduced, many times experienced, all pointing to a meager result.

Heavenly rank is too difficult.

Immortal Sect Supreme is too terrifying.

Even though there were countless opportunities, he never succeeded once, as though being entangled by preordained existences, fate’s nodes blocking the path, making it impossible to bypass even slightly; bypassing led to immediate death.

Destiny has reached a dead end.

“Going to seek a different form of longevity…”

The dark-skinned youth remains dumbstruck.

A wild kid from a mountain village back then has reached this point, is it time to be satisfied?

A different form of longevity, the body dead but the sect and inheritance continue, hundreds of millions of years later there’s still people remembering; can this faint hope fill his dissatisfaction?

Countless thoughts appear in the sea of consciousness.

To give up here?

“Greetings…”

“Little Martial Uncle!”

The dark-skinned youth faced one direction, hoarsely saluting, his body unmoving.

This scene inexplicably reminded him of the first time the two met, both were young, both were ordinary people, in that broken temple, accidentally exchanging a glance.

A scene of silence.

The dark-skinned youth continued like this for several years, gradually rising, exchanging a look with the person beside him, both hearts feeling down.

“Here, it’s not.”

“Let’s go…”

The White-faced God Monarch was about to say something when suddenly his body trembled, revealing an expression of ecstatic joy.