Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 1807: Chapter 1775: Plane Channel Formed by the Ancient God Arm

This is a space full of cracks.

The entire world is like a mirror shattered countless times and then pieced together again, as if a gentle breeze could completely break it apart.

“This place is too fragile…”

Jiang Ding instinctively held his breath.

Although he was currently a soul fragment manipulating a temporary space body, stirring up less disturbance than a bee, he still couldn’t determine whether this degree of disturbance would cause a space collapse, much like an avalanche triggered by a soft whisper.

“This place is totally unusable!”

“Even transmitting a Qi Practitioner over might not be feasible.”

Jiang Ding whispered.

After a brief calculation, his Divine Soul reached a rather heavy conclusion.

This space channel was not something naturally formed by the forces of nature but was crudely pierced through space by external force, a temporary channel formed by coincidence.

Perhaps in hundreds of thousands of years, this spatial “barrier lake” would collapse and completely disappear into the Endless Starry Sky.

With deep concerns, Jiang Ding tried his best to minimize his presence, eventually becoming smaller than a speck of dust, and continued deeper into the shattered mirror-like world.

Moving here was extremely difficult, with pitch-black space rifts everywhere that could easily claim the life of a Nascent Soul Monk.

Even more so for the current Jiang Ding.

His current strength was too weak, completely diminishing his presence to avoid bringing more power into this place.

Touching any space rift would instantly shatter this temporary space body to death.

“Slowly…”

Jiang Ding cautiously walked forward.

It was like navigating a highly complex labyrinth, frequently encountering dead ends, forcing him to retreat and explore another branch.

This was undoubtedly extremely monotonous and required patience.

As an ancient being, Jiang Ding was not lacking in patience, stepping step by step, constructing a labyrinth map in his Divine Soul, probing and calculating possible labyrinth paths based on the direction of Space Rules.

One year, two years, ten years…

Jiang Ding had been busy, repeating this simple monotonous task, bringing no outsider influence to this fragile spatial place.

Finally, in the thirty-second year, after countless paths were proven wrong, Jiang Ding followed a progressively more successful path leading to the deepest point of the space rift labyrinth, reaching the center of the “space cavity.”

This “space cavity” is a concept proposed by the Xianmen Sect in recent centuries.

It likened the Ancient God Arm to a bullet, through billions of years of starry travel, gradually weakening its kinetic energy and speed.

However, because of this, the Ancient God Arm in this period caused even greater destruction to the surrounding world!

It’s like a bullet; if it passes through the flesh at high speed, it doesn’t cause much damage, just a hole. But if kinetic energy and speed are insufficient, the bullet’s tumbling in space causes much more horrific damage to the flesh.

The space-shattering phenomenon created by the Ancient God Arm tumbling in this realm was called the “space cavity” by a Nascent Soul-stage scientist from the Xianmen Sect.

This term was quickly accepted by many Xianmen cultivators and gradually became an official academic name used to designate specific space phenomena.

This realm, shattered and not healed for hundreds of thousands of years, is the space cavity formed by the Ancient God Arm.

The Ancient God Ancestor Master of the year had immense luck, surviving such a catastrophic disaster, while every other being in the world died, and he survived as a Nascent Soul Monk and even gained opportunities; this is truly unbelievable.

This raises doubts about whether great figures are born with a destined fate, unable to die before their destiny is fulfilled.

This is naturally incorrect.

It’s not because great figures possess Destiny that they become great but rather because those who survive and succeed become great figures, leading the world to believe such individuals inherently have Destiny.

For millions of years, even longer, this World Community was ruled by races like the Weaving Sky Spider, with the Human Race enslaved for generations. Characters like the Ancient God Ancestor Master might have emerged many times, but only one succeeded, surviving while others died one after another.

Jiang Ding passed through layers of the labyrinth, reaching the deepest part of the space cavity, where the Ancient God Arm once penetrated endless void upon arrival.

The scene before him stirred waves in his heart.

A chaotic vortex sat there, a very small whirlpool, only the size of a fingertip, insignificant compared to the crisscrossing space rifts around it, like it would be swallowed and vanished completely by a spatial ripple.

But!

This is a Plane Channel!

This small chaotic vortex had the characteristics of a Plane Channel!

How could Jiang Ding be mistaken?

Thousands of years ago, during the era when the Nine Spirits Realm’s Nine Great Immortal Sects co-existed, when the Nine Spirits Realm agreed to march on the Horned Ming Realm, the Dari Swordsman, then a Nascent Soul Monk, traversed to the Horned Ming Realm via a Plane Channel like this, with countless trips made from the Xianmen Sect to the Ancient God World Cluster over the years.

The Xianmen Sect had countless studies on Plane Channels, with Jiang Ding publishing some of the top articles; how could he be mistaken?

This small chaotic vortex was a Plane Channel!

The only issue was that it was too small, only the size of a fingertip, less than one ten-thousandth the size of the Horned Ming Realm Plane Channel.

Transmitting a Qi Cultivation Spirit through this channel would be difficult.

Whew!

At this moment, certain space rift bands suddenly changed, collapsing and forming finer space rifts, with some passing through the tiny chaotic vortex, leaving it in disarray and flickering.

“Not good!”

Jiang Ding’s expression changed.

This tiny chaotic vortex was too fragile, and even naturally induced spatial phenomena could shatter it, leaving no trace.

Over these hundreds of thousands of years, such things might have occurred countless times, shrinking the Plane Channel to this size.

Without hesitating, Jiang Ding transformed into a beam of light and plunged into the chaotic vortex, actively burning his temporary space body to become pure Spatial Energy spreading out, stabilizing the almost-shattered Plane Channel.

Space Rune Rules unfolded, blending with Array Patterns to form strand-like threads, moving along the Plane Channel, striving to mend with nothing held back, using the Xianmen Sect’s peak spatial achievements as all efforts poured in.

This became a spatial battlefield where the Darian Sword Master’s soul fragment transformed into the Space Spirit, merging with the Plane Channel, desperately maintaining the fragile channel entry.

Finally, after nearly a hundred years, the flickering Plane Channel vortex barely stabilized.

“Barely managed…”

Jiang Ding let out a bitter smile.

Originally here to investigate, he never expected to be stuck, unable to move even an inch.

Luckily, if his main body is smart enough, he should deploy a new reconnaisance fragment inside, so he’ll just have to wait patiently for a solution.