Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 2011: Chapter 1980: Birth of the Vermilion Bird Daoist

A multitude of human swordsmen spoke in unison, with voices as resonant as a bell, embodying a harmonious sword dao rhythm, naturally containing profound truths of the sword. They represented a gathering of individuals who had achieved the highest accomplishments in the human race’s sword dao.

Yet, their Sword Dao Monarch remained gazing at the Five Fire Seven Beasts Fan within the true flames without much fluctuation.

No grand aura of overlooking the world arose from the submission of numerous swordsmen.

Since ancient times, a sword cultivator has relied only on the sword in their hand, not on any imperial presence.

Sword cultivators will only submit to stronger sword cultivators, not to those who bestow more favors upon them or those whose presence brings sincere admiration. These traits, although admirable, ultimately remain mere embellishments.

Every sword cultivator must remember this and not lose sight of it.

”In my dominion, the Eight-step Battlefield does not require your strength.”

Jiang Ding spoke unceremoniously.

”Yes, swordsman.”

”Regardless of life or death, regardless of the number of enemies, we will never partake in your Eight-step Battlefield.”

Wuji Sword Son and others responded with increasing respect.

Throughout history, sword cultivators with such confidence are without exception immensely powerful; even if not, their sword dao ethics are worthy of respect.

”There are roughly two tasks I need you to consider taking on.”

Jiang Ding said slowly, ”Firstly, participate in the development and inference of the True Immortal Technique ’Seven Emotions and Six Desires Destruction Method Feathering Great Sun Sword Soul Embryo’ and sweep away all enemies near the Vermilion Bird Star Realm; secondly, guard the Vermilion Bird Star Realm and fully infer the True Immortal Technique.”

”Which path will you choose?”

True Immortal Technique!

Wuji Sword Son et al. were shaken to their core.

They were not surprised that the Supreme Great Sun Sword Son infers the True Immortal Nine-step Technique, as no daoist disciple would be.

What else could an Eight-step Daoist do besides this?

They were in shock because the Supreme Great Sun Sword Son was allowing them to participate!

This was an earth-shaking opportunity.

”We choose to battle the four corners while participating in your True Immortal Technique!”

Almost instantly, all swordsmen made their decision.

Ever since they embarked on the path of the sword, their lives have revolved around sword fights; it is part of their existence, unimaginable to consider a path without sword fights.

”Very well.”

Jiang Ding looked slightly disappointed, ”Then go forward. First, undergo a hundred-year development training and Tushan Law training, then choose any direction to begin your sword dao.”

”Remember, you must not attack any marked allied cultivators.”

”Otherwise, it will be tantamount to initiating a Holy Sword Fight with me.”

”Understood,”

Wuji Sword Son and others bowed and swiftly departed.

Not long after the departure of various swordsmen, a frail young woman entered this flame palace, glanced at the green-clothed youth in the flames, and calmly said, ”Tushan, thirty-seven daoists are willing to pledge allegiance to you, but they need you to affirm with Sword Heart that you won’t harm them intentionally.”

”What’s your opinion?”

”Good.”

”Certainly.”

Jiang Ding smiled and said, ”Fellow Daoists can come without worry; I assure their safety and will not deploy them into the Eight-step Battlefield. Any task will be compensated accordingly, willing to establish numerous collaborations on a mutually beneficial basis.”

”There’s considerable gain in the Time Rift, and we have no conflicts.”

It had been many years since this fellow had last come to the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace.

Today marks the first occasion.

”Alright.”

The Fusang Saintess gently nodded and mentioned another matter.

”Regarding the Supreme Sword Son, there’s still a matter to handle.”

”This swordsman has influenced public opinion in the Great Dream Sword Realm through several Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators, implying you acted unfairly after losing the Holy Sword Fight, preventing him from entering the Great Dream Sword Realm, violating the promise of fair combat initially made by various Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators.”

”This has negatively impacted many Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators; I urge you to handle it promptly.”

She was uncertain how to handle such affairs, especially involving the Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators.

But she knew the Great Sun Swordsman could handle it.

He was accustomed to interacting efficiently with sword cultivators.

”Alright, I’ll handle it.”

Jiang Ding had already noticed the fermentation of public opinion, but he appreciated the reminder.

Such reminders are valuable; it is crucial to have someone fill the gaps as not every change can be noticed on time.

”Finally, the Vermilion Bird Daoist of this generation is about to be born.”

”Do you wish to observe?”

The Fusang Saintess asked, ”This generation’s Vermilion Bird Daoist will have the posture of an Eight-step Daoist, although it might take tens of thousands of years to reach it, which we may not see, but it should revitalize the Vermilion Bird Holy Land of this era.”

Her tone held a hint of regret.

If at the true historical end of the Immortal Dynasty, a towering genius appeared to change everything, the Divine Dao and Demon Race would undoubtedly still be like mice hiding in the gutters, not so arrogantly domineering, wantonly slaughtering humans everywhere.

The Dao Fruit Technique, inadvertently created by the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor’s late-day experiment, truly has caused great harm.

”Alright.”

”Certainly possible.”

Jiang Ding felt a tinge of guilt toward the Fusang Saintess; reasonable requests are typically fulfilled.

He then stood up, leaving for the first time from the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace, heading with the Fusang Saintess towards the back mountains of the Vermilion Bird Holy Land, entering layer upon layer of formation secret realms, and finally arriving at a world where endless celestial fire burns.

In this world, the most striking feature is a bird’s nest made of countless golden branches, as large as a whole world, perpetually burning with cyan and red flames, exuding a destructive aura.

Jiang Ding showed a cautious demeanor, carefully examining the golden bird’s nest.

”This is the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest, the birthplace of generations of Vermilion Bird Daoists.”

”Using the most outstanding elite from the endless starry sky as the foundation, sent into the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest during infancy to lay roots, crafting unparalleled immortal potential.”

The Fusang Saintess lightly introduced, ”Currently, this Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest resides in my Fusang Holy Land, but the present Vermilion Bird Daoist has not yet been born, as there’s no space for her growth.”

”The little one is about to be born.”

”You will be her teacher. The best situation would be for you to be the first person she sees when she opens her eyes; this will assist your power consolidation strategies.”

The Fusang Saintess spoke with slight sarcasm.

”Is this a bird-like habit?”

Jiang Ding seemed oblivious to the sarcasm, venturing a guess.

”To be precise, it has some resemblance to phoenixes.”

”The Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest is made from the Phoenix Clan’s phoenix nests, plus the branches of the Fusang Divine Wood.”

The Fusang Saintess’s sarcastic tone flashed by, and she blandly explained.

As time elapsed, the surrounding heavens and earth grew agitated, countless cyan and red celestial flames surged towards the bird’s nest, infinite spiritual energy and flames gathered at the center, converging, forming a terrifying spiritual pressure, as if some earth-shattering Divine Beast were being born, destined to incinerate the endless starry sky in the future.

Keening!

Moments later, following a sharp screech, boundless Vermilion Bird phenomena emerged, millions of spirit birds worshiped, and endless flames coalesced into a singular point, falling upon the body of a newborn.

The infant matured within the flames, devouring countless bursts of flames, and within moments transformed into the visage of a six-year-old child, small-statured, with snow-white skin, a charmingly cute face.

She opened her eyelids, revealing large eyes starkly contrasted in black and white.