Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Jiang Ding!”

The Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch stood up and gestured towards the distance with a wave of his hand.

”?”

Jiang Ding, puzzled, staggered over and looked at them with a questioning gaze.

”Jiang Ding, when will you be able to perform Infant Formation?”

The Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch inquired.

The other Heavenly Monarchs watched on with their gazes as well.

”Probably in more than three hundred years,”

”The development of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art will need that much time.”

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, then added, ”It may be sooner or it may not, but I’m not certain.”

He was speaking of matters related to the Great Sun Sword Sect.

If he could obtain the legacy there, it would greatly accelerate the development of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art. If not, there was no alternative but to proceed step by step.

”Alright, I understand. Go and have fun,”

the Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch stroked his yellow hair and said with a secretive air, ”Once you form your Nascent Soul, I’ll take you to a fun place.”

”Oh.”

Jiang Ding obediently replied.

The Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch always acted like this, capricious, often doing things beyond one’s expectations. Jiang Ding was long accustomed to it.

Back in the Great Sun Relic Laboratory.

Jiang Ding began to restore some of the unearthed incomplete sword practices and cultivation methods that the Golden Pill Monks below couldn’t handle. There were many things they didn’t understand, couldn’t do, and had only completed a portion of the work; the rest had to be handed over.

To Jiang Ding, this work was relatively simple. He could deduce the missing parts for the majority of the skills and sword practices after a single look—it was instinctual for him.

The rest required further contemplation. There were unsolvable accumulations waiting for his next visit to the Golden Palace to ask his seniors and inquire about their ideas.

In this way, most of the sword practices and cultivation methods could be resolved.

However, for the very few highly profound remnants of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion practices and Sword Dao skills, there was no solution. These had to be accumulated and left until he reached a higher realm in his Sword Dao before attempting them again.

Or perhaps, hope for a sword Dao genius to accidentally discover the answers.

This was quite possible.

With an abundance of sword Dao talents and the passage of time, there were bound to be a few prodigious geniuses with outstanding talent in certain aspects or fortuitous opportunities that perfectly solved some sword Dao problem.

Such continuous generations would result in a brilliant Sword Sect legacy.

His work was not limited to the tasks of the Great Sun Relic Major.

While repairing the sword skills and magic, Jiang Ding was also simultaneously splitting his Divine Sense into multiple threads.

These Divine Sense threads were engaged in activities such as teaching at the Qingfeng University Adult Swordsmanship Department, the Sword Dojo’s development team work on the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art and related skills, and in scholarly exchange and providing technical support for sword skills with many seniors in Immortal Research.

And most importantly, on cultivation, refining the Taiqing Flying Sword, and the super warship.

These tasks each required a different amount of Divine Soul computational power, with fluctuations occurring from time to time.

The highest demand for computational power came from the development of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art and the restoration of Great Sun cultivation practices and sword skills, which perennially took up more than fifty percent of Jiang Ding’s Divine Soul computational power. Other Divine Sense threads were delegated the remaining computational power.

However, it wasn’t always certain.

At times, such as when discussing with seniors or contemplating a problem, the demand for Divine Soul computational power could suddenly spike, leading to a reduction in computational power for other threads, all directed to a single thread instead.

Or, for instance, when a particularly challenging student problem arose in the Adult Swordsmanship Department, and the teaching difficulty soared, it would temporarily require a significant amount of Divine Soul computational power, compressing the other threads.

And so on and so forth.

At such times, the other threads’ existences would appear dull, like puppets.

Cultivators of the Xianmen Sect were usually like this, akin to octopuses.

Through the Xianmen network and puppet avatars, they managed several affairs simultaneously—cultivation, refining of treasures, Enlightenment of the Dao—with capabilities several times greater than same-level cultivators under the Immortal Sects.

Take the Immortals of the Northern Plains, for example; they could normally only handle one thing at a time—cultivating, refining treasures, or alchemy—unable to split their focus too much, otherwise they wouldn’t accomplish anything.

This is one aspect of the foundation of a Domain Overlord.

And so the peaceful days continued, full and busy.

Jiang Ding immersed himself every day in the ocean of cultivation and the knowledge of the Immortal Path, incrementally enhancing his foundational understanding through various studies and research.

Time passed neither quickly nor slowly.

In the blink of an eye,

Nine years had gone by.

Under the gloomy sky, amidst the clouds laden with radiation dust, a kilometer-tall Sun God Wood shone brightly.

The terrible radiation environment posed by the forbidden laws didn’t hinder it but rather seemed like its natural element, allowing it to grow even more comfortably.

Over the years, the trunk had grown taller, seemingly incorporating some essential elements for life.

”The Taiqing Flying Sword really likes this kind of radiation and sun environment.”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

”Does the Xianmen Sect have a nuclear explosion testing base?”

”One that has been conducting nuclear tests all year round; after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, I’ll bring one over for my Cave Mansion...”

”No, that’s wrong, my Cave Mansion is the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, so I’ll just move a large nuclear explosion testing base into the Great Sun Heavenly Pond.”

Jiang Ding planned in his heart.

Crack!

At that moment, within his body, there came a faint, crisp sound.

The bottleneck from the late stage of the Golden Pill to the Golden Pill Peak was shattered silently under the tumbling power of the Ten Thousand Transformations Magnetic Elemental Power.

It was as natural as eating, drinking, and breathing.

The aura on his body changed and leaped, gradually stabilizing.

Golden Pill Peak!

”Sixteen years old!”

”Golden Pill Peak!”

Jiang Ding sighed, ”Besides the children of immortals, who can be as strong as this Heavenly Monarch? So outstanding? Reaching Golden Pill Peak at such a young age.”

Clang!

Almost simultaneously, the Taiqing Flying Sword emitted a light hum. Within the Flying Sword, the eighteenth Great Sun Heavenly Gang Divine Prohibition was completed with the final stroke, a spiritual Divine Prohibition from the Great Sun Heavenly Palace forming on its own and merging with the existing seventeen Heavenly Gang Restrictions, creating a mystical and dazzling Immortal Dao Runes.

It seemed both like eighteen and as one.

The restriction runes spun like stars and the Scorching Sun within the Flying Sword, emitting a brilliant light.

A Nascent Treasure of the highest quality, the Taiqing Flying Sword!

In the sky, the Super Warship Great Sun hovered quietly among the branches, its aura already of the highest Nascent Treasure quality, having reached that point years before and unable to advance further.

As a result, Jiang Ding often had headaches over the past years due to the endless supply of Spirit Stones, feeling that his ability to spend money had greatly decreased, much to his dissatisfaction.

You see,

For cultivators, the ability to spend money is greatly related to their Immortal Path potential.

The day one can’t spend money is the day one grows old.

However, it seems there’s now a turning point.

In Jiang Ding’s eyes, a crimson light began to seep through his pupils, revealing itself outside and extending several inches.

If Ouyang Hui and other generals were present, they would immediately leave without a word, waiting decades to see how things turned out before returning, never daring to come close during that time.

After refining the Flying Sword for over sixty years, the deep red hue in his Sea of Consciousness had accumulated quite a bit.

Unlike before, he was now able to initially control the murderous intent. At least, he could manage the accumulation of murderous intent for less than a hundred years without affecting his own thoughts.

Until it was unleashed intentionally.

”Great Sun Sword Sect!”

”The debt you owe me is due for compensation!”

Jiang Ding murmured.

His figure disappeared from sight.