Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 1895: Chapter 1863: Kings Are Always Cold and Unfeeling

A group of Swordsmen, with their battle intent soaring to the sky, saw the Dari Swordsman and felt an endless battle intent, an infinite killing intent.

At the same time, a few Swordsmen bowed their heads quietly and retreated.

As for the strength or weakness of the Sharpening Stone, whether it is useful, whether to escape, these are the core secrets of the Sword Dao Immortal Sect, each with its own mysteries.

In an instant, this space boiled over.

The area was filled with the desire and killing intent of many Swordsmen, and any creature with a weak Divine Soul here would instantly be annihilated.

“Everyone, battle intent reaches the sky.”

“To see the enemy and rejoice indeed signifies a Human Race Sword Cultivator.”

The Beidou Saintess, upon seeing Tushan, felt uncomfortable being stared at by a group of Swordsmen: “But why do you retreat step by step on this Endless Starry Sky Battlefield, constantly appeasing and compromising, never showcasing the brilliance of your Sword Dao?”

“Is your sword only sharp against the Human Race?”

“Is this the original intention of Human Race Sword Cultivators?”

Immediately, calm returned to the scene.

Many Swordsmen, whose battle intent had reached the sky, silently retracted their intent and killing intent.

Weak externally, fierce internally.

It is indeed a humiliation, especially when facing a Sword Cultivator who had just withdrawn from the Alien Race battlefield, deeply into the core of the Alien Race, beheading an Alien Race Daoist.

“Oh?”

Jiang Ding stared at the Beidou Saintess, somewhat angrily.

“I…”

The Beidou Saintess’s breath stagnated, involuntarily taking a step back.

Have I done something wrong?

However, the Star quickly restrained its emotions, as if it had all been an illusion.

“Beidou Fellow Daoist, you have a point.”

“It was my rudeness.”

A black-robed Taoist bowed: “If one day, I draw my sword in front of Tu Shan Fellow Taoist, it must be after slaying an Alien Race Daoist, or else I wouldn’t dare to draw my sword and let our ancestors feel ashamed.”

“I’ve learned a lesson.”

Another Swordsman said calmly.

One by one, the Swordsmen restrained their killing intent, no longer paying attention here, continuing to search for a Human Sword Fight or observe others’ Swordsmanship.

“Everyone.”

“These words are inappropriate.”

Jiang Ding looked at everyone, his eyes calm as a lake: “Pursuing Sword Dao is the path of every Sword Cultivator, so what qualification is there or not?”

“It’s merely exploring Sword Dao with one’s life and death.”

“We bear no grudges or favors, no kindness or righteousness, nor need to know each other. We gather simply to see what exists on the faraway Immortal Road.”

“Such noble ideals should not be influenced by race, justice, or situation.”

“The victor in the Holy Sword Fight will undoubtedly be stronger, enough to protect the race.”

Many Swordsmen couldn’t help but pause.

This is indeed the ancient Sword Dao.

Stronger Sword Cultivators are born in Holy Sword Fights, where the victor naturally has the obligation to take care of the defeated sect, sometimes even better than their own sect.

Of course, this is a Holy Sword Fight purely for exploring Sword Dao, without grievances or hatred.

“This is not beautiful.”

“Such battles are not exciting and do not bring greater scenery.”

The black-robed Taoist pondered for a long time, then gently shook his head: “Beautiful Sword Dao killings should be mixed with grudges and hatred, life and death of sects, survival of races, such wonderful emotions, including the thrilling sounds of enemies’ heads being severed, chopped to pieces, dying amidst screams.”

“That is the Holy Sword Fight.”

“Sword fighting in a dull arena is a great waste; a Sharpening Stone is not easily grown and is thus wasted in an arena, a true extravagance.”

This Swordsman had his own understanding of Sword Dao, bloody yet beautiful.

A fierce aura exuded from every word, as if one saw scenes of beings being chopped to pieces and dying in agony.

“Haven’t asked your name?”

Jiang Ding looked at him and said.

“Seven Kills Divine Dynasty, Seven Kills Sword Son.”

The black-robed Taoist glanced at the Destruction Star, turned, and departed: “Fellow Daoist, one must still uphold the great racial duty, so I shall soon go to hunt an Alien Race Daoist, not dare to let you exclusively display your prowess.”

“I hope to meet you on the Ancient Heavenly Ascension Road in the future.”

This Swordsman had lost interest in the place, swiftly returning to where many Swordsmen tested their swords, silently watching both sides’ Swordsmanship.

“What is the Ancient Heavenly Ascension Road?”

Jiang Ding asked in confusion, not minding exposing his ignorance to everyone.

However, the Seven Kills Sword Son did not answer.

To him, perhaps the Sword Dao duel had already commenced on levels of intelligence, major events, environment, terrain, Formation Methods, etc., not regarding the Star before him as a potential friend.

Seeing the other party not answering, Jiang Ding didn’t mind.

He searched and indeed spotted his own pushover in a very inconspicuous place, a dim and extremely lackluster Star.

Jiang Ding dimmed himself to be as unnoticeable, approaching that inconspicuous Star, looking at her with anticipation.

“The Ancient Heavenly Ascension Road, a period of stagnant past time.”

“Formed due to unknown temporal and spatial turbulence, a segment of history from the Endless Starry Sky is intercepted, repeating endlessly. Ancient legends say it’s formed by Immortals slumbering within the Time Path, but no one knows the true cause or how long it has existed.”

The Fusang Saintess was somewhat satisfied with the Dari Swordsman dimming his brilliance to be as unobtrusive as herself, whispering: “The Ancient Heavenly Ascension Road contains numerous opportunities, Original Laws, the initial Immortal Path Talismans, etc. The rise of past Emperors is partially related to the Ancient Heavenly Ascension Road.”

“The Human Race Immortal Dao Reserve Monarchs all have the qualification to enter it, and ordinary beings, if fortunate, can also enter.”

She explained all kinds of past events in detail.

“Will there be many Daoists there?”

Jiang Ding’s eyes sparkled.

“Yes.”

“Supremes will also be encountered, though Supremes need to overcome more temporal ripples, initially falling behind the Daoists.”

“However, the time on the Ancient Heavenly Ascension Road has not yet appeared.”

The Fusang Saintess, seeing him like this, couldn’t help but take a step back.

After hesitating, she added: “Besides the Ancient Heavenly Ascension Road, many places contain abandoned time branches of ancient roads from the previous Immortal Dynasty era; the Beidou Holy Land should have such roads, retaining many opportunities inside.”

“Their recent situation is not very good. Although the Divine Dao Supreme Alliance Army has temporarily halted the attack, the siege persists.”

“They seem to plan to use the abandoned Beidou Ancient Heavenly Ascension Road and the opportunities within as bait to entrap and kill some Divine Dao Supreme Divine Sons, heavily injuring the Divine Dao Supreme, continuing to delay time, awaiting changes in the situation. The living beings near the Beidou Star Domain might be absorbed into it.”

“I… I also want to go.”

“There is something inside that is very important to me.”

The Fusang Saintess looked at him.

Her combat power is very weak, only her ability to escape is incredibly strong, making it nearly impossible to obtain the treasure deeply connected with the Fusang Holy Land.

She found the green-clothed youth in front of her did not answer, merely contemplated.

At that moment, she felt a bit disappointed.

Indeed, all the kings in the world are heartless and indifferent, without exception; everyone is this way.

“The Sun Divine Son should appear.”

The Fusang Saintess said.

“I will protect you.”

“Unless encountering a True Immortal.”

Jiang Ding immediately responded.

The Fusang Saintess pursed her lips.

She deeply doubted this promise.

She guessed that upon encountering the Sun Divine Son, this person would immediately forget her, entirely unable to think of her.