Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 1714: Chapter 1682: Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster

Clang!

Accompanied by the sound of a sword, everyone in the teahouse opened their eyes.

They saw the teahouse manager, a short and stout cultivator, clasping his hands together, unfurling a painting hundreds of feet high, saying in a loud voice: “Fellow Daoists, this painting comes from a fellow Daoist who set foot on the Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster. He took great risks to imprint it, and he only sold a hundred copies.”

“Our shop was fortunate enough to acquire a copy, which can only be opened ten times.”

“After ten times, the divine charm within the painting will completely dissipate, so fellow Daoists, don’t miss out.”

With that said, the scroll in his hand was fully unfolded.

The formation method around the teahouse unfolded, and the sky dimmed. Everyone felt as if they were instantly within the cosmic star river, immediately focusing and holding their breath, unwilling to miss a moment.

This was an enormously vast starry battlefield.

Within it, Refining Void True Venerables were battling, Harmonization God Monarchs were fighting for their lives, and endless cultivators formed army formations, creating various worlds in conflict, full of mysteries that were difficult to discern.

All of this was hazy and unclear because the cultivator who imprinted this painting was only a Nascent Soul Cultivator and could not comprehend these things.

However, some things were clear.

This was a corner of the battlefield where the army formation of two Nascent Soul Cultivators was shattered, and the two surviving ones were fighting.

One Nascent Soul Cultivator was a female cultivator, wielding a thunderbolt radiant flying sword, with sword-light diversifying into ten thousand strands;

The other Nascent Soul Cultivator was a half-human, half-mantis cultivator, with blood and gears filling his body, every move tearing space, summoning numerous blood mantis puppets to besiege the enemy.

“It’s the Tushan maid of Pure Yang Sword Child and the Blood and Flesh Furnace Daoist Soldier of Immortal Device Child.”

A sword cultivator immediately recognized the parties and commented.

“What a pity,”

“This sword cultivator is doomed.”

This was in the central domain of the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm, where cultivators naturally favored sword cultivators emotionally, even though this was the maid of Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm’s Pure Yang Sword Child.

Of course, the emotional inclination towards sword cultivators does not equate to the facts.

In fact, the Immortal Artifact Sect and Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm are allies, their forces united in the Heavenly Craft World Cluster, currently besieging the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm’s numerous Daoist soldiers.

“Old Liu,”

“Today’s painting is no good, a waste of our tea money.”

Another young sword cultivator complained: “As everyone knows, the Daoist soldiers of Pure Yang Sword Child have always been weak, let alone the Tushan maid, who is even weaker than the Great Sun Longsword Metropolis. This battle is without suspense.”

“The Tushan maid is the personal guard of Pure Yang Sword Child, apart from loyalty, there’s really nothing commendable about her.”

“Indeed.”

“Old Liu is being deceitful today.”

Sword cultivators around voiced their opinions.

Sword cultivators need evenly matched battles, where only in such combats can the talents, swordsmanship, and Sword Dao will be fully revealed.

Understanding such a battlefield yields more gains.

“No, no,”

“Dear guests, please take a closer look.”

The short and stout cultivator clasped his hands: “Though the Tushan maid may seem generally weak, it’s not without its heroes and brave warriors. I’ve been in the teahouse business for a millennium, and I still have this bit of credibility.”

“Really?”

Only then did the crowd stop complaining and focused on comprehending.

Indeed, the battle did not present a one-sided situation. The thunderbolt radiant female cultivator’s swordsmanship was particularly outstanding, resisting the attacks of the mantis puppet monk with weaker strength. It took a good few hundred moves before she was defeated, pierced by its mantis claws, drained of her essence blood, and perished.

The various mysteries of swordsmanship displayed in it, even through the scroll, offered great gains, leading to slight improvements in their sword techniques.

One must know that this is just a painting.

If it were on a real battlefield, who knows how wonderful it would be.

Even more precious is such a masterpiece of swordsman combat depicted in a painting, now available for study by merely spending a modest amount of spirit stones, unimaginable thousands of years ago.

“Indeed, this is an era of swordsmanship flourishing!”

“Opportunities for Sword Dao are countless; in the past, comprehending such battles would cost at least ten times the spirit stones and heavenly material and earthly treasures.”

“Now, it is at one’s fingertips.”

Someone sighed.

“This kind of era of Sword Dao flourishing might as well not exist!”

“Too many people have died.”

An old cultivator with graying hair said sorrowfully: “My entire family of Foundation Establishment or above consists of 13,700 people, and now only over two thousand remain. Yet there seems to be no end, still conscripted by the Immortal Sects to the battlefield, never-ending.”

“The Immortal Sects seem to be bent on our extermination!”

He said indignantly.

With those words, everyone around fell into silence.

These people, despite appearing to drink tea and chat in the teahouse, are actually conscripted, eventually to set foot on the battlefield to fight for the Immortal Sects.

In a few hundred years, how many of them will still be alive here?

The Immortal Sects’ strong individuals never concern themselves with such matters, seeing low-ranking cultivators as weeds in the fields, always growing, never ceasing.

But for those weeds themselves, it’s a lifetime.

“When will this war end?”

Someone couldn’t help but say.

“I don’t know.”

“They say soon, it is rumored that the Taiyin and Taiyang Sword Child is outmatched by the combined assault of Immortal Device Child and the Heavenly Sword Sword Son, retreating step by step, and the battlefield is about to conclude…”

Old Liu shared some fragmented news of unknown origin.

Although the teahouse business is flourishing, living on tenterhooks daily, constantly being conscripted by the Immortal Sects to the battlefield, such days are truly unbearable.

“This must be a rumor.”

“How could the Sword Son of our sect cooperate with others?”

“With a Sword Son’s pride, how would he be willing?”

Someone sneered.

“The Heavenly Sword Sword Son, over five thousand years ago, personally beheaded a heavily injured Heavenly Blood Dragon Court Dragon Clan Celestial; how could he join others to besiege a Taoist disciple?”

“The Taiyin and Taiyang Sword Child is not a mere Taoist disciple.”

Someone refuted.

“No, they are a Taoist disciple.”

“Then this old man doesn’t know, maybe because the Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster is of great importance, even the Heavenly Sword Sword Son must yield…”

…

In the midst of the crowd’s discussion and discourse, a gaze that had been observing for a long time left this place.

He continued to wander, like a ghost.

“The time,”

“is ripe, it is now.”

The killing intent in Jiang Ding’s heart became increasingly uncontrollable.

He was already impatient to meet a true Taoist disciple, to express his years of longing to them, to get them to end themselves.

Now, there was still a tremendous risk.

The Near Immortal presence.

In the unrestrained outer starry sky, a Near Immortal presence might be watching everything. Years ago, they laid down a net, quietly waiting for an ant to appear.

However, he no longer wished to care about such risks.

The risks exist,

so they exist!

An idle life, a life with no hope of becoming immortal, was too despairing!

The Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster battlefield very likely was the best battlefield in one hundred thousand years, and if he missed it, such an opportunity would likely never appear again.

A ghostly figure slowly melded into the Thunder Sun Heavenly Realm’s conscription queue, merging with a certain sword cultivator.

He was about to set foot on the battlefield.