Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding was contemplating many things, dealing with over three hundred years of delayed political affairs in the Northern Plains.

Before he knew it, he fell into cultivation, beginning to absorb the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Light of Yuanmagnet around him for cultivation. An enormous influx of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, equivalent to that of a Fourth-grade Superior Spirit Vein, roared in, surging into his meridians, into his Elixir Field, being refined bit by bit.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

Drip-drip.

A drop of azure Mana fell into the Elixir Field, causing ripples to spread outward.

The Mana in the Elixir Field was nearly at its peak, with just a little bit more needed to overflow.

”Thirty-five more years, and I will reach the Nascent Soul Peak, where my cultivation can advance no further.”

Jiang Ding silently estimated for a moment.

This was due to the excessive delays in the Horned Ming Realm; otherwise, he would have reached the Nascent Soul Peak long ago and could have started the hibernation plan.

But now, it wasn’t too far off. Decades would pass in the blink of an eye.

”The time has come.”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, the space on the spot flickered, and he teleported to another palace that was not so solemn and austere but more relaxed and leisurely.

...

In a spacious and simple palace.

Many Nascent Soul Monks sat upright and formal, glancing out of the corner of their eyes at the empty seat of honor, their eyes revealing a faraway look as they recalled the pride of their youth, feeling a complex mix of emotions.

Each of them sat in front of a square table, neatly arranged in rows, with various fruits and vegetables, dragon liver and phoenix marrow, vermilion fruit, and Spirit Ginseng, all at least of Fourth Tier Superior grade, with top-grade items seen only occasionally - all extremely precious, capable of enhancing the cultivation base of an Immortal of Nascent Soul.

These Immortals of Nascent Soul shared two common traits.

Powerful.

Aging.

Powerful - even the weakest among these Immortals of Nascent Soul was at the Mid-stage of Nascent Soul, and any one of them was a well-known important figure in the outside world, able to cause a stir wherever they went.

Though new Nascent Soul Monks continuously emerged among the Elite, they were still far behind in cultivation and not yet their equal.

These old Immortals of Nascent Soul were the real powers that govern the Tu Shan Cultivation World.

Aging, however, was the reason for their power.

The youngest among these Immortals of Nascent Soul was already nine hundred years old, and it was common to see those who were eleven hundred - all... all on the verge of the limits of their lifespan.

Buzz~

On the seat of honor, a faint teleportation light flickered.

A green-clothed youth appeared in the seat of honor, a Longsword hanging at his waist, seemingly sixteen, with a youthful yet unchanging appearance, his eyes, slightly tinged with sighs, watched over them.

Many of the Immortals’ eyes reddened.

Their tender hearts were hit, they were no longer seen by many juniors as sages experienced in the vicissitudes of life, accustomed to witnessing life and death, but rather like children seeing their elders, a senior on the Immortal Path.

”Greetings, my liege!”

”Greetings, Swordsman!”

”Greetings, Heavenly Monarch!”

Gong Caiyu, Chun Jian, Shanggong, Six Dao Immortal Yin Dao, Scorching Sun Immortal, Da’ai, Immortal Qingyun Han Lin, Blood Cloud Immortal Blood Cloud, Hei Louxi, Hei Loucheng, Mu Tiansnow, Nine Elemental Spirit Ginseng Spring Third Babe... one by one, the older Immortals of Nascent Soul greeted him loudly with different titles and in different moods.

Jiang Ding looked over them one by one, his eyes resting on those Immortals with whom he had many entanglements.

Among these Immortals were Gong Caiyu and Han Lin, old acquaintances from Yue Country who had grown up with him.

After so many years, of the hundreds of millions of people in Yue Country, how many Elite, martial heroes, Emperors and high officials, stunning beauties, whether wise or foolish, whether noble or base, only the three of them remained alive today.

Those times in Yue Country, the people and stories of those days, aside from their memories, could not be found anywhere else in the world.

Among these Immortals were also Chun Jian, Shanggong, Yu Bai and other Tushan Maids he had personally discovered and nurtured, who were still infants in their swaddling clothes back then and are now Nascent Soul old cultivators with declining years.

Among these Immortals, there were past enemies, Mu Tiansnow, Immortal Yin Dao of Six Dao Saint, Blood Cloud, Hei Louxi, Hei Loucheng...

And so on, each Immortal represents a fragment of the past.

”Fellow Daoists, please rise.”

”We are all old friends of several hundred to a thousand years; such formalities are not needed. Who doesn’t know whom?”

Jiang Ding picked up his cup, the fruit juice swirling as he laughed heartily: ”Take Han Lin, for example. In those days, he was a grocery store clerk, running a general store with me, working together to eke out a living, and each day earning mere copper coins to get by.”

”I’m honored, Junior Martial Uncle.”

Han Lin was somewhat startled.

Even after more than a thousand years, the mention of this matter gave him a very intimate feeling.

—By the way, he is now in the mid-stage of Nascent Soul, and his aura indicates as much. The surrounding Immortals also think so, with no doubts whatsoever.

Many Immortals do not have the foundation or aptitude to go further; not everyone qualifies to cultivate up to the Nascent Soul Peak.

”And then there’s the Ice Snow Immortal, who once hunted me down...”

Jiang Ding looked at Mu Tiansnow and said with a smile.

”Many thanks to Heavenly Monarch for your mercy.”

Mu Tiansnow gave a wry smile.

She is now at the Nascent Soul Peak, the Blood Spirit Holy Body is indeed a very good aptitude, and even after starting from scratch, she was able to catch up quickly. Her strength should now rank in the top three among all Nascent Soul Monks of Tushan Central Court.

”There are also many old friends, Immortal Yin Dao, Hei Louxi, Gong Caiyu, Chun Jian, Hei Loucheng...”

”I have shared life and death with the fellow Immortals.”

Jiang Ding downed his cup in one gulp.

”The Heavenly Monarch speaks the truth.”

Many Immortals showed a smile, they too downed their cups of Spiritual Liquor, reminiscing about the past years. The restraints in their hearts had dissipated quite a bit.

”Today, let’s forget about the empty talk.”

”I have known you fellow Daoists for many years, and you all know that I am not a man of many words.”

Jiang Ding poured another cup of fruit juice and said with a laugh: ”Fellow Daoists are concerned about the matters of Divinity Transformation, worried about it, right?”

He did not, like many superior figures, evade the core issue but instead asked it outright.

”Yes!”

”That is indeed the case...”

”We humbly request the lord to enlighten us...”

As soon as these words were spoken, almost all the Immortals could hardly wait, saying in unison with excitement in their eyes, frenzy, and looking almost irrational.

For a Nascent Soul Immortal, life is nearing its end; nothing in the world could distract them anymore.

If it were an ordinary Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch, they wouldn’t dare to be so rash.

Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs instinctively reject anyone who wants to advance to the God Transformation Realm, suppress a generation of elites, and do not allow anyone to equate themselves with them.

This is common and human nature.

If it were them, they would do the same, desiring exclusivity, holding the world in their hands—who wouldn’t like that?

But Tusen Heavenly Monarch is different.

He is very proud and does not believe that the later Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs can challenge his position. He allows anyone with the ability to ascend to Heavenly Monarch without any obstacles.

”The Great Dao is merciless, beyond the reversal of human force.”

”I am merely an ant in the vast Immortal Path. How could I point out shortcuts or lead through confusing crossroads to you fellow Daoists?”

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly, not overpromising or thinking himself omnipotent: ”I will provide some conveniences for fellow Daoists, using my own Spirit Stones to subsidize you all, allowing you to purchase various opportunities for Spirit Transformation, Spirit Transformation Mystique, as well as Tribulation Crossing Talisman at half price.”

”Consider it a loan from me. After attaining Divinity Transformation, repay me tenfold.”