Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 1832: Chapter 1800: God of Stove

The material of the entire Medium Thousand World has been reversed!

Through the magical legacy of Immortal Technique, Dari Swordsman burned his Essence Blood and deeply embedded it into the world rules, forcibly altering the flow of all matter, returning to the moment before.

“Dangerous world…”

Jiang Ding’s face was ashen.

On his skin, dim light flickered in and out; this was precisely the existence of the Destruction Membrane, which concealed the cause and effect of his presence, disturbing the rules. Otherwise, he would be instantly detected by the Supreme Deity of the Taoist Court upon appearing in this Medium Thousand World.

Such existences are extremely sensitive to cause and effect concerning their own safety.

After resting for a long time, the Mana in the Elixir Field gradually recovered.

This was restored by Jiang Ding absorbing the Spirit Stone Crystal he carried; he dared not touch the Spiritual Energy from outside.

Behind him, a slowly spinning five-colored Chaos Vortex emerged every now and then, radiating brilliance, emitting vast aura. If not covered by a layer of Destruction Membrane, it would provoke countless terrifying heavenly phenomena; even the distant Great Thousand World would perceive the anomaly.

For all these scenarios, the Ancient God World Cluster has contingency plans, just follow them.

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, took out Formation instruments, and began setting up formations in place. These were mostly crafted from the Destruction Spiritual Materials produced in the Immortal Gate Solar System, most suitable for the Destruction Concealing Array, perfect for sealing the Plane Channel.

Busy for quite a while, layer upon layer of Quasi-ninth Rank Array Pattern emerged around the Plane Channel, sealing it one layer after another, shrinking the channel stretching tens of thousands of kilometers until it became minute dust, hidden in deep layers of space.

Even a Supreme would not discover it without prior knowledge, despite repeated scanning or passing by.

After completing these tasks, Jiang Ding’s figure gradually vanished.

Miao Hua Realm may be good, but it’s too close to the Plane Channel, he wouldn’t cause any problems here—in fact, he wouldn’t really act, flaunt his banner, or stir up chaos everywhere; it’s meaningless.

He should instead lurk, gather intelligence, grow, wait for the opportunity.

Jiang Ding left Miao Hua Realm and began wandering in all directions, silently traversing among the Cosmic Starry Sky, using the Destruction Membrane to hide himself, unseen and unheard by anyone, observing everything like a ghost.

He sorted through cause and effect, comprehending the unique rules of this starry sky in the Great Thousand World, observing various Divine, examining social customs and culture, sources of strength, production methods, and other matters, then periodically transmitting back to the Ancient God World Cluster, quietly experiencing the solitude and happiness of this moment.

So, a ghost wandered in this starry sky for thousands of years.

Finally, on this day, amid layered cause and effect, he discovered an opportunity, an easier chance to gather intelligence.

“Divine Son…”

Jiang Ding murmured.

In this moment, he seemed to see thousands of years later, the blurry figure of a Divine Son.

So clear, so beautiful, so utterly damned, burdened with heavy sin, needing a kind, righteous cultivator to cleanse, purify this beautiful starry sky.

Thousands of years later.

No, six thousand seven hundred and seventy-nine years later, destiny will meet this being.

How to meet?

Naturally, it begins meeting here.

Jiang Ding’s gaze penetrated the realm barrier of a Medium Thousand World named Fa Lian Realm below, through layers of clouds and mist, finally landing in a mountain village, on a youth’s patched clothes.

“Human Dao Fortune…”

“The suppressed Human Dao Fortune will manifest as a tide on his body, a fleeting tide.”

Jiang Ding muttered.

Human Dao, since it exists, hasn’t been completely exterminated, then there must inevitably be a backlash, a miracle birthed from the vast time and nearly endless numbers, this is certain.

In this Divine-dominated Cosmic Starry Sky, such events must have occurred countless times.

This youth with patched clothes represents such a moment, potentially causing a sensation in the future, then oppressed again, Human Dao massacred once more, the sparks of rebellion extinguished again.

Such events have appeared countless times in the past, and will continue appearing countless times in the future.

The cornerstone of Human Dao, the Human Race, as long as it exists, will inevitably experience such occurrences. Divine are greedy for the abundant Incense Power from humans as their worshippers, inevitably facing these shortcomings.

This impoverished youth will reasonably encounter a Divine Son in the future.

“Taiqing,”

“This is the most efficient method to gather intelligence.”

Jiang Ding chuckled: “What can ordinary people, weak Hairy Spirits know? Their managed intelligence holds little value.”

“Divine Son, the human manifestation of Divine is what’s precious…”

As for the life-preserving trump card granted by Divine Dao Venerable to the Divine Son?

Just Supreme means of life preservation, doesn’t everyone have them?

The Great Sun Heavenly Palace will suppress and seal everything.

Of course, this requires special terrain, special battlefields, and special formation methods, which is exactly what needs to be done over these six thousand years.

In addition to the Divine Son, Jiang Ding also needs a stable world community, inconspicuous and remote, where all kinds of immortal path experiments can be conducted effortlessly and the data can then be sent back to the Ancient Divine Domain.

Perhaps seizing a Heavenly Human Rank divine being?

This is extremely troublesome.

Killing a Heavenly Human Rank divine being is easy, but to completely control and seize without causing any external alarm, the difficulty is exceedingly high, requiring the right time, place, and people; one cannot simply capture and refine it, that won’t work.

“So many matters to attend to…”

Jiang Ding sighed.

The body clothed in green gradually disappeared and then appeared deep within the divine soul of a youth in the world, slowly lurking and concealing itself.

He needs some time to comprehend the rules of this Great Thousand World’s starry sky and fully restore his peak state.

Only then will the building of cause and effect begin.

…

Kaoshan Village.

In a shabby wooden house, an ordinary-looking dark-skinned youth slowly woke up, looking around with slight confusion.

His name was Tu Sanyi. His clothes were tattered, filled with patches, his skin was dark, his figure was short and thin, malnourished. Though in his twenties, he showed signs of premature aging, and his hands were full of calluses, clearly from years of farm work, toil having made him ill.

Just now, nothing special happened; he was simply too tired, lay down at home for a while, then fell asleep, not recovering instantly, nearly dying.

This is the consequence of severe suppression of human dao fortune, many with the potential to become outstanding may often die from various coincidences.

Of course, survival does not seem abrupt either.

Because there are too many creatures like mortals, the suppression of human dao fortune merely greatly reduces a possibility, without completely forbidding it, which wouldn’t conform to natural law.

“Damn it!”

Tu Sanyi, just waking up, his body still wracked with pain, suddenly became anxious, showing a look of fear.

He quickly got up, fetched candles and paper money from his deceased parents’ room, and grabbed a large handful of rice.

Then, he hurried to the stove, kneeling piously before a smoke-blackened divine statue by the stove, setting up an incense fire altar, lighting the candles and yellow paper, grabbing a substantial handful of rice precious to the villagers and scattering it into the flames, muttering prayers continuously.

“…Ruler of Destiny in the Eastern Kitchen, with blessings widespread; protect the household and secure the stove, observe the human world. With a devoted heart, I offer pearl white rice, incense fire, and paper money to reverently invite the noble deity’s descent…”

Tu Sanyi fervently prayed, kowtowing repeatedly, daring not to stop.

After a long while.

The fire suddenly blazed intensely.

From within the fire emerged a divine being with a human head and horse body, a ferocious expression, voraciously consuming the precious white rice of the farmers, especially savoring the pure incense power, most crucial to the God of Stove.

—For the poor, their wealth is where their devotion and faith reside.

Seeing that after much kowtowing the Kaoshan Village God of Stove finally appeared, a great weight was lifted off Tu Sanyi’s heart, his fear significantly alleviated.

If the God of Stove refused to consume the incense, the family would never again be able to light a fire for cooking at home or even outdoors!

“Mortal!”

“You… are not devout!”

The horse-headed human-bodied divine being finished off the white rice in a few bites, showing dissatisfaction, and roared: “This past month, the offerings have gradually decreased, this is blasphemy against the divine!”

“Despicable ant, you blaspheme against the divine!”

“The honorable deity misunderstands!”

“This humble one dares not! I dare not!”

Tu Sanyi’s face turned pale: “My father and mother passed away months ago, the family savings have dwindled, unable to cultivate as before, truly it’s hard to offer as much incense as when they were alive.”

“I beg the honorable deity to forgive my transgression!”

He kowtowed repeatedly.

However, he did not earn the forgiveness of the Kaoshan Village God of Stove.

“Humph!”

“Your offering is your devotion, and I see only the reduction of your devotion!”

The horse-headed human-bodied God of Stove snorted coldly: “If tomorrow the offerings do not resume, you lowly ant shall know the consequences!”

“The non-devout mortals will fall into the Eighteen Layers of Hell!”

The numerous paper money and incense before the divine statue gradually burnt out, he took a deep breath, inhaling the last wisp of incense, then turning into light blue smoke and dissipating.