Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 2022: Chapter 1990: The Millennium-Long Metamorphosis

The Fusang Saintess’s eyes were filled with tears and confusion.

At such a critical moment for the True Fairy, a single misstep could lead to falling into an abyss, causing the complete destruction of their Divine Soul, a state the Human Emperor himself cannot heal. Historically, many royal offspring seeking to become a True Fairy have perished, and even with the dedicated cultivation of an entire Immortal Dynasty, it might barely produce one.

Many times, not even one emerges. A True Fairy cannot be achieved by simply accumulating treasures, even if they are of Immortal level.

On such a crucial path, every opportunity and every success rate must be seized. This is the correct path.

Yet the Sword Cultivator before her claimed that he would definitely succeed, achieving self-transcendence without any need for opportunities.

True Immortal-level Treasures, in truth, only accelerate transformation after a fundamental metamorphosis and cannot dictate his destiny. Such behavior is wildly arrogant and ignorant, akin to madness.

Such a madman, if not dead, truly defies comprehension!

”So,”

”You will pluck the Sun Immortal Fruit and undergo Nine-step Essence Nirvana transformation?”

The Fusang Saintess looked up, her tear-filled eyes focusing on the green-clothed youth before her.

She had missed much of what was said but caught the crucial point.

”Yes.”

Jiang Ding replied calmly.

All creation, mountains, and lands, Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure could also be swords.

If the opportunities in the Endless Starry Sky go unused, it becomes pure cultivation, an extreme path that the Sword Cultivator must avoid, or face inevitable downfall.

A True Immortal Opportunity must be grasped.

If the Fusang Holy Land does not grant it, then it shall be taken.

The Great Sun Sword Pavilion, a sect with a long lineage bearing the name of the Great Sun, is naturally connected to the Fusang Divine Tree. This heavenly sacred tree belongs to the entire Endless Starry Sky, not to any single sect.

While utilizing external objects wisely, one mustn’t become dominated by them.

In procuring a True Immortal Opportunity, the Fusang Sun Immortal Fruit may help. A cultivator who doesn’t master material things cannot reshape nature, but full mastery of the True Immortal Opportunity is essential; it must not become a dependent result of it.

On this journey, the Dari Swordsman can ascend alone, achieving self-breakthrough without external aid.

Whoosh!

A pleasant breeze blew, swirling into the arms of the Dari Swordsman.

Jiang Ding controlled his instincts, refraining from pushing away or drawing his sword.

Love, merely love, was not significant.

If she wanted it, it was hers, and such desires were not overly important. The Fusang Holy Land, as an ancient sect of the Endless Starry Sky, was likely untouchable.

For a True Immortal Opportunity, sacrifices must be made.

This reasoning was sound.

The Fusang Saintess lay in the arms of the Dari Swordsman, inhaling his scent.

—No, this person had no scent, his aura, cause and effect, and rules seemed utterly absent, as if he were in another world, able to conceal and escape at any time or launch a sudden attack, a very cunning Sword Cultivator.

Such cunning could sometimes be naively simple.

For instance, he wildly believed he would inevitably achieve the Nine-step Nirvana, an objective fallacy outside the realm of any True Immortal, solely the madness of a Sword Cultivator.

At this moment, the Fusang Saintess was at peace.

Her timorous aura was shifting slowly to one of magnanimity and grandeur, her strength growing, displaying traits of the Great Sun Sword Cultivation in her Mana Power Divine Sense Divine Soul—extremely sharp, blazing, elimination, mutation, destruction—contradictory yet intensely pure, like viewing a person from multiple sensory perspectives.

The Fusang Saintess was undergoing a targeted metamorphosis!

Like a Xerox, a blend of cause and effect and destiny.

Jiang Ding gazed down, surprised at the woman’s transformation in his embrace.

This appeared as a Dao Body Embryo encountering a specific catalyst, or an imprinting object—transformative to the core.

This was the Fusang Holy Land’s path.

An imprint, a symbiosis—achieving True Immortal through becoming Empress, an unconventional cultivation road, yet equally powerful.

”So sleepy...”

The Fusang Saintess, drowsy, lay in the arms of the Dari Swordsman, succumbed quickly to slumber.

All around, radiant glory, beams of sunlight adorned the Fusang Divine Tree, with its warm light passing through to the Fusang Saintess, accelerating her transformation, leaving her with an infant’s sweet smile.

This transformation may last ten thousand years.

No inheritance was needed; Jiang Ding instinctively understood this outcome.

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment.

He cradled the Fusang Saintess, finding a place amidst the Fusang Divine Tree grove, setting her under its shade. Nearby, he sat contemplating the inference work of the True Fairy Technique.

This project had numerous unsolved complexities, and the completed parts were still subpar, requiring time and the collective wisdom of many Heavenly Pride of the Endless Starry Sky.

”Mm~”

Beneath the Fusang Divine Tree’s shade, the Fusang Saintess having just left the Dari Swordsman’s embrace let out a painful sound.

The radiance surrounding her began to dissipate, her well-shaped brows knitting tightly. A certain transformation was halting, an ominous aura emerging, signaling her transformation’s probable failure.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, sighing softly.

Immediately, he appeared beside the Fusang Saintess, sitting cross-legged, placing her small head on his knee, her inky-black, silky hair cascading over the sides with a sunlit aroma.

Indeed, the furrow of the Fusang Saintess’s brows lifted, the pain evaporating.

In the vicinity of the Dari Swordsman, her metamorphosis resumed, altering her path, increasing in strength, finding the chosen companion of her lifetime.

Though this person seemed but remnant of the Human World.

This seemed inevitable.

Every generation of Fusang Saintesses fell for such similar figures, who never wholly possessed their love; only the Great Dao earned such devotion, eclipsing all else.

In this world, passions and loves were never of great significance.

Whir, whir~~

The Fusang Divine Tree swayed in the flowing wind.

Boundless sunlight cast upon the mythic ancient tree’s leaves, forming creations from the Sun Law upon the Fusang Saintess and her chosen Monarch, encircling them in cocoons of solar rules—a transformative creation unfolding across millennia.

Jiang Ding silently absorbed the metamorphic energy emanating from the Fusang Saintess.

This power gently nurtured his Sword Soul and Law Body, mending the minute hidden injuries from previous rough transformations, further solidifying his foundation.

This, too, was a creation, a completely controllable one, without the threat of inversion.