Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 1804: Chapter 1772: The Emergence of a New Immortal Sect Disciple

Powerful beings from the Upper Sect descend, compelling every practitioner from the Eight Great Immortal Sects to bow deeply, with no one standing.

Many Refining Nothingness Elders and disciples from the Eight Great Immortal Sects could not help but shiver, overcome with fear, unable to suppress the trembling of their divine souls.

Great Sun Sword Master!

The ancient beings of the Xianmen Sect have hidden deep within time, undefeated across the vast starry sky, invincible since long before their ancestors were born.

Now, his arrival here seems like a myth reflected in reality, making it feel unreal, like a dream.

“Everyone, please rise.”

The vague figure in the light said softly.

This is the will of the Sword Master.

All the cultivators unconsciously stood up, as their divine souls instinctively obeyed this will, even if they wanted to resist, their divine souls and bodies would forcefully override their individual will, complying with the command of this terrifying will.

The cultivators wanted to resist, but couldn’t.

The light in the sky quietly dissipated.

All practitioners of the Eight Great Immortal Sects breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, a hint of regret emerged in their hearts for not being able to see that mythical being, the pinnacle of the Immortal Path, whom they may never have the chance to meet again.

…

“Hahaha!”

“Everyone, long time no see! You all seem to be in pretty good spirits?”

Amidst layers of mist, Jiang Ding laughed heartily, walking towards the Nine Great Daoists.

The Great Sun Participating member of the Xianmen Sect has a political identity, and every action must adhere to diplomatic etiquette, maintaining a certain dignity in public places, without being too casual.

This is not an unnecessary formality but is beneficial.

Such ceremonies and etiquette, time and again, have a clear effect on soothing the internal governance structure, maintaining the stability of the world community, and reducing governance costs.

However, these matters do not need concern in private.

Moreover, the recent state is actually the normal state of the Great Sun Sword Master, where the pressure is something that High-Level Cultivators naturally possess, rather than being deliberately exerted.

Being approachable is instead a self-restraint, like a mortal deliberately lowering their breathing rate and lowering their voice.

This state is not difficult to achieve, just somewhat uncomfortable, as it goes against the nature of a cultivator.

If not in front of some old friends or in concealment during wartime, the Great Sun Sword Master would be reluctant to restrain his pressure, as being completely relaxed is the comfortable state.

This is a deliberate consideration of others’ feelings.

“Good spirits my ass!”

“We’re all getting old… Alas, and here you are still looking like a young one, making me insanely envious.”

An Tuzi seems completely unlike in the past, sighing continually.

Seventy is rare in ancient times, the former Taoist of Five Elements has reached this age as well, having seen through many past things. At this moment, seeing old friends brought genuine joy from the heart.

As people age, they like to reminisce about the past.

Especially when that being from the past remains exactly the same with not a hint of change.

“Jiang Dingzi, long time no see.”

Qingmu Daoist Ji Liuyue and Yu Qianzi sighed softly, greeting him as well.

In terms of appearance, female cultivators also like to maintain a youthful look, like that green-clothed youth, appearing similar.

But is it truly the same?

Beneath the similarly youthful appearances, some seem vibrant and full of life, brimming with an undeniable potential, like a newly risen sun.

While under other youthful appearances lies an unmistakable sense of age and weariness.

This comparison leaves female cultivators, who value their appearance, feeling uneasy.

“Young ones,”

“Come, meet this senior.”

Ji Liuyue clapped her hands lightly.

She gently brought nine young, naive little ones from the mountain gate, all with a cultivation base at the Qi Practicing Realm, looking at everyone in bewilderment.

These young ones seem to be of the same generation as the green-clothed youth.

“This is…?”

Jiang Ding was taken aback.

This scene left him a little at a loss, as if he had traveled through time.

“Has this generation’s Dari Swordsman not emerged?”

Ji Liuyue asked softly, unsurprised.

This generation’s Dari Swordsman?

“Qingmu God Monarch of the Green Wood Immortal Sect,”

“I must tell you something.”

Yue suddenly spoke up, looking at the young ones before her, similar to those from tens of thousands of years ago, and smiled: “This generation’s Dari Swordsman still lives, has not died, so a new Dari Swordsman need not emerge.”

“I see.”

“Thank you, Senior Yue, for the guidance.”

Ji Liuyue sighed softly.

“Seeing me now must remind you of many years ago meeting my master, which makes me think, many years ago, my master was also a young girl, when she first met you. My master must have been equally naive and curious back then.”

“Just like this little one.”

“Isn’t that right, little He Sui.”

“Are you curious and bewildered, just like I was many years ago?”

She squatted down and gently pinched the cheek of the little girl beside her.

Green Wood Immortal Sect, He Sui Daoist.

With skin like jade, charming and lovely, dressed in an intricate dark green palace dress, which is the attire for every Qingmu Daoist of each generation.

Many years ago, when the Great Sun Sword Master first saw the Qingmu Daoist, they wore a similarly intricate dark green palace dress.

In these simple conversations, a faint sense of sorrow permeated everywhere.

Jiang Ding felt a slight sense of melancholy.

“We juniors.”

“Pay respects to Great Sun Senior!”

Qingmu Daoist, Heavenly Calculator Daoist, Taoist of Five Elements, and others politely bowed.

Though young in age, they acted with decorum, as though born with such knowledge. They were Dao Body Cultivators, possessing the top talents between domains, destined to achieve greatness.

“Rise, no need for such formalities.”

Jiang Ding sighed, gently helping the young ones to stand.

He rummaged through his Storage Jade Pendant.

Fortunately, although currently a poor wretch with all his savings exhausted, there were still some usable items in the corner, just right for these young ones to use, solidifying their foundation, making their future paths easier.

“Thank you, Great Sun Senior!”

The Qingmu Daoist and others seemed excited, thanking him again before leaving under the elders’ indication.

“The fact that this generation’s Dari Swordsman has not emerged is good, beneficial to them.”

“They won’t have to endure the hardships we faced in our youth.”

The Tianji God Monarch sighed: “Unfortunately, with the absence of hardships, the honing that should accompany them drifts away, their achievements in the future likely won’t surpass our generation’s.”

“It’s fine, as long as the sect is peacefully passed down, that’s enough, no need for further considerations.”

“Peace is a blessing.”

“Indeed, what more could one ask for?”

The surrounding Divine Monarchs sighed softly.

Heavenly Human Realm, they probably could never reach it in this lifetime.

This is the combined constraint of personal talent and the will of the domain lord, something they can only accept.

Thousands of years later, behind the Ancestor Temple lies a lonely grave, a tombstone marking the end of a life, eventually forgotten by all in the world, a once splendid being, a past brilliance.