Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1951: Chapter 1919: I Fear, Therefore I Should Die

Through layers of time, through the rivers of years, and even the Six Dao Reincarnation revolves between heaven and earth, all creatures fall into chaotic bewilderment.

Even those who tread the Destruction Dao, possessing the inheritance of the Six Dao Reincarnation, begin to lose themselves.

This is one of the most noble beings beneath the True Immortals of the Endless Starry Sky, and even it gradually loses its reason in the face of such ancient time, forgetting its past and present life.

“No,”

“No…”

The being walking on the Destruction Dao suddenly emits a violent, destructive aura, frantically erasing the surrounding dusky time, struggling desperately: “Even the Time Rules and the Time Path cannot make me sink, no.”

“Absolutely not!”

A beam of light.

A beam of destructive light appears in the center of its forehead, beginning to slowly burn its own Divine Soul, maintaining its sanity with such cruel and resolute methods.

Gradually, the Sword Soul, akin to black and white pupils, awakens in the flames, surveying its surroundings.

This is a dim world.

One by one, foreign beings enter the world, becoming part of it, becoming a certain creature.

Originally, possessing a powerful Sword Soul, he would become a noble being in the future.

This is determined by the essence of his Divine Soul.

But after he burns his own Divine Soul, unwilling to succumb to destiny’s arrangements, those powerful beings leave him, leaving only a multitude of second-tier beings to choose from.

The only advantage, is that he is free, with the right to choose.

“Good,”

“This is good.”

Jiang Dingping said calmly.

No matter what future life holds, it’s his choice, with no complaints or regrets, rather than someone else choosing a seemingly beautiful and bright path for him.

Even if others’ choices are truly beautiful and bright, this path is not his, without meaning.

“Then, I should choose…”

Jiang Ding looks at the Time Rift.

This obviously belongs to the history of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Dynasty period, many records in the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm’s ancient texts. Judging by the characters’ hairstyles, robes, and cultivation methods, it should be from the late to mid Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Dynasty period, with an extremely large time span, possibly tens of millions of years.

Now, many Holy Land Saint Sons, Royal Bloodlines, and Imperial Bloodlines from the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Dynasty period have been chosen, leaving only second-rate weak Supreme forces or Heavenly Human Level family sect forces to choose from.

Jiang Ding observes closely, quickly inferring, continuously calculating the consequences of each choice.

Screech!

A shrill cry!

At a certain moment, space shatters.

Beyond the Time Rift, great light erupts, terrifying pressure descends from beyond the sky, infinite brilliance, infinite flames, Ten Thousand Dao Rules are burned to nothingness, the cause and effect between heaven and earth are burned away, even time itself is to be incinerated, nothing between heaven and earth can block it.

Endless fear surfaces in the hearts of all beings in heaven and earth.

“This is…”

Jiang Ding suddenly looks beyond the Time Rift, his voice involuntarily trembling.

Trembling.

His body shakes.

Cold fear involuntarily arises in Jiang Ding’s heart, as if an ant faces the sovereign of heaven and earth.

He starts to fear on the genetic level, every blood and flesh, every Divine Soul particle screams madly, reminding him to stay away from this terrible danger.

Countless Human Race ancestors have once faced such fear.

Countless Human Race ancestors barely survived this unstoppable cosmic cataclysm, embedding this instinctual fear into their genes.

At this moment, ancient fear is reawakened!

“This is,”

“This is, this is…”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Soul shivers in fear, his thoughts incomplete, the instinctual impact on him is too strong.

To him, this fear is…

An utmost humiliation!

Humiliation!

Clang!

“Taiqing!”

Jiang Ding’s eyes turn blood-red, howling madly.

Rumble!

The equally furious and violent Taiqing Flying Sword unsheathes!

The destructive sword-light illuminates the world, slicing out, but not towards any creature, rather straight into the center of Dari Swordsman’s forehead, into the skull, into the depths of the Divine Soul, forcibly destroying the genetic instinctual fear!

“Fear?”

“If you are afraid!”

“Then just die!”

Jiang Ding roars.

Regardless of anything!

Whether it’s Human Race ancestors’ inheritance or any genetic repeatedly played death scenes, none should affect me.

Who obstructs, who dies!

If I block, I die!

“Puff!”

The green-clothed youth with a flying sword piercing his forehead spits out blood, his aura plummeting, gravely injured in an instant, wounded by his own doing.

However, the fear in his eyes is gone.

Slain by his own hands.

Whether ancestor or survival instinct, or anything that dares to obstruct his path, must die!

“You,”

“What kind of mongrel thing are you…”

Jiang Ding’s eyes bleed tears, yet he no longer roars, falling into a furious yet tranquil state, coldly gazing at the sky.

Endless fiery light envelopes the world.

This flame is so terrifying, burning everything, even burning the light between heaven and earth, light can’t survive in this fire, it inherently represents fire’s origin.

What kind of existence is such a being?

“Phoenix…”

“True Immortal…”

Jiang Ding sees the truth, murmuring dreamily, staring at the sky infatuatedly.

His gaze holds no killing intent or resentment, unbearably infatuated, as if seeing the lifelong love, the lifelong pursued goal, his eyes are so naked, without any concealment.

Such… rudeness.

The being in the immortal fire should know there’s a being comparable to the Eight-step Extreme level watching her, after all, she is so powerful, omnipresent, omnipotent, incredibly close to an immortal’s existence.

However, the being in the immortal fire doesn’t cast any glance here.

No anger, no curiosity.

No killing intent or indifference, devoid of any emotion.

The creatures within this world, whether in admiration or resentment, curses and swears, venomous howls and screams, are like dust and ants, difficult to stir her thoughts, like roadside dust and stone.

No matter what actions these ant-like beings take, no matter how hard they rack their brains, ponder deeply, they cannot attract the gaze of this Nine Heavens creature.

This is a being like an immortal.

She is born in the flames, walks from within the fire, stepping into the Time Rift.

The Time Rift distorts with her arrival, creating ripples, ancient time can’t entirely affect this True Immortal, one of the strongest beings of the Endless Starry Sky.

The fairy in the flames gracefully walks towards ancient time.

At a distance from the fairy in the flames, stands an ant-like green-clothed youth.

This green-clothed youth, spilling fresh blood, gazes absentmindedly at the fairy, watches her step into ancient time, without any reaction, like a puppet, infinitely small, like dust.

How can such an ant compete for glory with the True Immortal in the flames?

In this picture now, he is merely an insignificant embellishment under the skirt of the True Immortal, easily overlooked if not careful.