Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1960: Chapter 1928: Sitting for Tens of Thousands of Years, Regaining Full Strength

In the passage of time,

three thousand years passed.

Over three thousand years, weeds grew across the Absolute Spirit Domain, akin to the Dream Realm of millions of years later, welcoming its monarch once more.

Gathering countless starlights, absorbing vast Spiritual Energy, the weeds flourished.

Three thousand years, to break through from the Foundation Building Period to the Divinity Transformation Stage.

No phenomena, not a hint of Heavenly Tribulation, just a simple breakthrough in Realm; the weed transformed from two leaves to three, still so ordinary, found everywhere.

“Three thousand years.”

“Finally, the Divinity Transformation Stage…”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes within the Spiritual Vein.

He looked towards the current Luomu Sect.

The previous generation’s Luomu Heavenly Monarch had already perished, dying in the battle between the Ten Thousand Leaves Immortal Sect and the Fallen Immortal Liu Family over the Yinming Sea’s Upper Domain.

The rising new generation of Luomu Heavenly Monarch was the progeny of the previous, having seized the Dao Fruit and elixir meticulously prepared for years by his father to achieve breakthrough.

Though Luomu Sect remained a Sect, it had nearly become a familial entity.

When choices abound, people always prefer their offspring to inherit the legacy, no matter how much they verbally favor a promising disciple.

The only ones to suffer,

naturally, were those Domain Prides who’ve long turned into elixirs and Dao Fruits.

Among these elites, many held the potential to achieve Harmonization, even the emergence of Heavenly Men; yet they met their end cheaply in obscure corners without a chance to shine.

“The Upper Domain of Yinming Sea?”

“That’s the ancient name for the Great Yin Yang Sword Domain, isn’t it? I fancy it.”

Jiang Ding spoke indifferently.

In the Upper Domain, unless he encountered Taoist disciples of the Harmonization Stage, he faced no mortal danger; even encountering them, unless facing the peak state of the Eighth Step Extreme Daoist, escape remained viable, ensuring relative peace of mind.

The contemporary world’s beings were still recovering, their progress unlikely to surpass his much; no fear came to him.

Unless… a True Immortal crossed his path.

“I shall be more cautious still.”

Jiang Ding pondered silently.

These three thousand years, he continually delved into measuring the contemporary Immortal Dao Universe Constant, making vast progress to rectify and revise his Swordsmanship, Cultivation Method; now, they wielded ninety percent of their power.

This progress, with a touch of arrogance, could claim to surpass typical Eighth Step Harmonious Nirvana Daoists significantly.

Accomplished by just one person.

However, Jiang Ding felt the progress remained sluggish!

His peak scientific state existed within the Xianmen Sect, aligning with its immense body of scientific cultivation expertise and tools for development.

His secondary peak scientific state gathered a large group of cultivators, many Domain Prides, organizing them into research laborers, responsible for various research directions while he tackled core difficulties alone.

This enabled more efficient research into his Immortal Path.

Yet, currently was not opportune.

Because the entire Perishing Immortal Realm hadn’t been cleansed, potential sacrifices hadn’t been examined, uncovering secretly dwelling contemporary beings, Taoist disciples, and Divine Sons hadn’t occurred.

In such a situation, abandoning concealment to establish influence bore extreme risk.

Jiang Ding lightly closed his eyes, beginning to receive information from weeds across the lands.

Now, the weeds had propagated to nineteen hundred and ninety-seven generations, and seeds could randomly parasitize a cultivator’s Divine Soul, spreading far with their movement, reproducing at distant locales.

For instance, the farthest weed currently resided in the Upper Domain of Yinming Sea, brought by the prior Luomu Ancestor, reproducing vast grasslands, adapting into seabed and surface Spiritual Plants, with many weeds raised within the Spiritual Medicine Gardens of cultivation sects.

All these weeds served as the eyes and ears of the Nine-leaf Sword Grass!

A terrifying Divine Ability of this Immortal Clan, comparable to the formidable Dragon and Phoenix tribes, each innate talent overwhelmingly strong, exceptionally difficult to eradicate.

“Four thousand years ago, numerous beings exhibited strange presences, their appearance instantly altered as though seized…”

“Upon interrogation, they revealed themselves as contemporary beings, devoured by a Time Rift, calling us ancient beings, utterly laughable…”

This message written by a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Leaves Immortal Sect, transmitted through Jade Slip to the Sect; back then, a patch of ubiquitous grass accompanied him.

These were occurrences from over four thousand years past.

Despite the existence of Supremes in the Perishing Immortal Realm, this Great Thousand World held these matters in high regard; many intelligence leaks arose under interrogation.

Many cultivators grew suspicious, forming defenses in the heart.

Now, four thousand years on, myriad concealed Taoist disciples and Divine Sons struggled with patience; they proved unsuitable for this lurking life, their Cultivation Base needing Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure and Spiritual Energy to flourish, showing anomalies.

For example, the flower leaf Taoist disciples of the Ten Thousand Leaves Immortal Sect began displaying remarkable beauty, their fame spreading throughout the Great Thousand World, admired by many Taoists and powerful figures.

Similarly, the Taoist disciples from the Fallen Immortal Liu Family displayed keen interest in the Divine Dao, promoting Godly incense within their heritage Upper Domain and many domains.

Unbeknownst to many, the Great Thousand World had shifted greatly.

Incognito, the contention between the contemporary Divine Dao and Human Race manifested in this world.

“Such a lack of patience,”

“Truly, a group of amateur cultivators.”

Jiang Ding remarked with indifference.

He leapt up, flying beyond domains, towards any true Upper Domain, taking centuries to reach one, casually selecting a Harmonization family with a Sixth-rank Spiritual Vein, infiltrating to continue his cultivation, refraining from any interference with the outside world.

Five thousand years,

ten thousand years,

twenty thousand years…

As time ebbed away, numerous contemporary Taoist disciples regained their strength, inducing profound transformations in the Perishing Immortal Realm’s situation.

Some Taoist disciples abruptly turned to the Divine Dao,

others exhibited entirely distinct powerful inheritances.

Various path-seeking Taoist disciples gathered together, one faction named the Wood God Alliance, the other the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

Swiftly, they seized respective Immortal Sects, amassing tremendous armies, embarking on a life-and-death struggle.

Presently, the Perishing Immortal Realm had become a battlefield.

Both sides waged war across different Extreme Domains, various Upper Domains, and everywhere, contesting Spiritual Veins and populace, entrenched in climactic battles, with mixed outcomes.

The outside world bustled with fervor.

This unremarkable Upper Domain’s seventh-rank Spiritual Vein stood out little.

Here, numerous wars ensued, sometimes seized by Divine Dao influences, other times by the Heavenly Dao Alliance, back and forth, battling for years, people came and went, witnessing many astonishing events.

None of these occurrences impacted the weeds deep within the Spiritual Vein.

The weeds sat dormant here for twenty thousand years, needing neither Heavenly Material nor Earthly Treasures, avoiding any Cause and Effect, merely accumulating Spiritual Energy, elevating their Realm, growing slowly and steadily, step by step; while outside, countless Taoist disciples and Divine Sons battled fiercely, acquiring time’s treasures and opportunities.

Days of such monotony mean little to him, already accustomed.

It seemed indifferent whether he eternally sat cross-legged cultivating.

Crack!

Finally, on this day, with a crisp sound accompanying a breakthrough in Realm, the weed that remained unmoved for tens of thousands of years opened its eyes for the first time.

“Late-stage Harmony.”

“Now, regaining my complete strength, I can sweep through the Great Thousand World.”

Jiang Ding spoke softly.