Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1852: Chapter 1820: The Heavenly Dao’s Authority Over Rainfall

What about the authority over rains in many worlds?

In front of a four-step limit Taoist disciple with a true Immortal Technique Rain Summoning inheritance, it’s simply showing off mediocre skills in front of an expert. Various flaws can be found with eyes closed, it’s hard to ignore them.

Unless one possesses overwhelming strength, it’s almost impossible to pose any threat to the Taoist disciple.

The Destruction Sun doesn’t even truly descend but merely releases a casual beam of light, and the rain created by the Master of Rain with the authority quickly collapses, losing all its power.

”I must break my word.”

”You can’t survive more than three swords. At most, only two.”

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

Is this a battle?

No, this isn’t a battle, just a way of controlling the Heavenly Human Rank Deities. A battle should not be humiliated like this.

However, it is not without value.

The Master of Rain of the Xingtian Dao Court clearly possesses many authorities over rain, and if used as a reference to absorb and digest the Immortal Dao knowledge within, it could further advance Xianmen Sect’s research on Immortal Technique Rain Summoning, leading to breakthroughs in various directions of Immortal Science.

”Let this farce be over then.”

”The combat model you’ve established is of little value and cannot be used on the battlefield of Divine Sons.”

Jiang Ding sighed: ”Since the Divine Son is a Taoist disciple of a Great Thousand World force, he should have achieved much in understanding and creation. Don’t let me be so disappointed.”

”You’ve already gained enough glory that shouldn’t have belonged to you.”

Jiang Ding gestured with one finger.

Rumble!

The Destruction Sun suspended in the sky rumbled downwards towards the Master of Rain of the Xingtian Dao Court, losing patience, covering the world with countless wills of destruction under the sword.

”The swordsman of the Human Race...”

The Master of Rain showed a venomous expression.

In this moment, he completely lost hope of survival.

He self-destructively burned himself, not for survival, but to break a barrier, to inform the Dao Court of the events occurring here, so that this damn Human Race swordsman would accompany him in death!

Crack!

Cracks appeared on the Master of Rain’s Divine Soul, and within, countless Divine Powers burned, transforming into a violent force that surged entirely into the treasure bowl appearing above his head.

This Rain Master Treasure Bowl is a crucial Divine Dao artifact used by past Masters of Rain, dedicated to rainfall.

In the belief of the Heavenly Punishment Dao Court, this treasure bowl is the source of all the world’s waters. The rainwater across various regions of the Great Thousand World, Medium Thousand Worlds and Minor Thousand Worlds, comes from the Rain Master Treasure Bowl, known as the source of the world’s waterway, with claims that a single drop of Primordial Heavy Water could inundate an entire Minor Thousand World.

At this moment, under the Master of Rain’s frantic urging, this treasure bowl unleashed a dazzling light.

”Die!”

”Die!”

The Master of Rain howled venomously.

The deep blue water in the treasure bowl churned, shrinking continuously under the bloom of countless Divine Dao rules runes, finally transformed into a rune water droplet of bluish hue, escaping the confinement of the treasure bowl, shooting towards the forehead of the green-clothed youth in the sky.

This is his Sea of Consciousness. If he could just open a tiny breach, inform the outside; even if he dies, this Human Race swordsman must also die!

Rumble!

A bluish water droplet, only as small as a fingertip, seemed insignificant, but its passage through the sky was accompanied by booming sounds of destruction. Along the way, space shattered, rules collapsed, all obstacles instantly shattered, unable to block it in the slightest.

Tremendous mass brings tremendous speed!

At that moment, a connection formed between the forehead of the Dari Swordsman and the Primordial Heavy Water, sure to hit, arriving in an instant. The terrifying weight of gathering the entire world’s waters into one drop could penetrate all, destroy all.

The Master of Rain, with infinite hope, stared steadfastly at the Primordial Heavy Water droplet into which all his power had been transformed.

”This is quite novel.”

”Very good.”

Jiang Ding fixed his gaze on the bluish droplet and finally smiled.

The ancients say read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles; there is truth in this. Even these mediocre deities, if slain enough, still have their value.

How much value exactly?

Clang!

The light of the Destruction Sun, hovering high in the sky, was gathered, revealing a dusky flying sword. All the visions were united in one sword, without displaying any swordsmanship, just slashing once.

A dusky sword light flashed and vanished, then turned back, returning to the forehead of the green-clothed youth.

All visions disappeared from sight.

The Primordial Heavy Water droplet, gathering the world’s waters into one, froze in the void.

The next moment, the bluish droplet collapsed, dispersed into an apocalyptic flood spreading through the entire Sea of Consciousness, enveloping all places, dispersing after a long time, revealing the empty Sea of Consciousness once more.

At its center, the Master of Rain had a look of stupefaction.

”Despicable human slave!”

”Ant, this deity curses you to die at the hands of the Divine Son and the Emperor...”

The Master of Rain still felt unwilling, bearing the unique arrogance of deities.

If it weren’t for being harmed by a reincarnated Soul Fragment, actively assimilating this Soul Fragment, actively assimilating the Human Race swordsman’s Sword Intent into his Sea of Consciousness, he surely would have had the power to resist, would not have failed to issue even an alarm.

Jiang Ding looked on coldly.

The words of the loser, the weak, are hardly worth paying attention to.

The Master of Rain’s massive eyes were immeasurably heavy.

He struggled desperately, constantly opening his eyelids, but ultimately lost all strength, his body collapsing, falling to the ground.

The Swallowing Heaven Toad struggled on the ground for a moment and ceased to move.

Under the precise slicing of the Great Sun Immortal Mortal Sword Intent and the Destruction Membrane, the Master of Rain was trapped in a state of neither life nor death. This state would persist until the Dari Swordsman no longer needed him as a cover; only then would he truly perish.

The green-clothed youth walked over slowly, stepping on the head of the Swallowing Heaven Toad.

”Toad...”

”It seems the Mountain Guardian Heavenly King is a black snake? Along the journey, most deities are beings of the Demon Race, with Human Gods extremely rare.”

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment: ”In ancient times, it wasn’t like this. Although the strong humans of that time were not entirely benevolent, they weren’t deliberately avoiding Human Gods, specifically creating Demon Gods to govern the heavens.”

”This must be the transformation after the betrayal of these deities.”

”They are attempting to completely sever ties with the former strong humans.”

Under his feet, the Swallowing Heaven Toad’s body gradually crumbled into countless Spiritual Lights, completely buried within the Sea of Consciousness, still existing with his body.

Jiang Ding looked towards the center of the Sea of Consciousness, his gaze falling upon the Rain Master Divine Talisman conferred by the Xingtian Dao Court.

The Rain Master Divine Talisman remained normal, unchanged, operating as usual, granting a Divine Dao spirit the authority to manage the rain in many worlds.

It’s merely containing a sliver of the Divine Dao Venerable’s thought, not the Venerable’s Soul Fragment, what’s so difficult about concealing it?

For the current Dari Swordsman, not many beings under the Supreme have the qualifications to match him, even if the Supreme’s Soul Fragment came in person, they may still fail to do anything, let alone a sliver of thought.

”Rainfall, Heavenly Dao authority... comprehending these things is useful for my swordsmanship.”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He let go of control, sinking into a deeper state of concealment once more.

...

Outside, in the Rain Master Divine Palace.

The Master of Rain stiffened for an instant, then laughed: ”This reincarnation of mine has some intense emotions this time, come, Feng, continue drinking, we must not waste such a wonderful time!”

”Hahaha!”

”Drink, drink!”

The Marquis of Wind noticed nothing amiss, laughing heartily, drinking incessantly.

The sound of flute music in the palace grew increasingly melodious and beautiful.