Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1457: Chapter 1425: The Power Beyond Harmonization in the Thunder

This silver-white sword talisman spun for an unknown duration, perhaps a dozen days, or perhaps several months.

Finally, it stopped and fell into the dust.

Some ten days later.

A group of people flew in from afar, headed by a plump old man lying on a jade bed, gasping for breath, with his life force nearly completely dissipated. It was only the intervention of the Shadow Puppet God Monarch from the Immortal Artifact Sect that barely kept him alive.

“That ant must have escaped…”

The Shadow Puppet God Monarch picked up the jade talisman that had fallen to the ground and sighed: “It must have used some kind of ultra-long-range teleportation formation to instantly leave the lock-on range of the quasi-eighth rank sword talisman, or perhaps some sort of concealment technique, or even a fake death technique… In the cultivation world, there is nothing too strange.”

“Ant…”

“Hahaha!”

The Xuan Yang God Monarch, who had been following closely, couldn’t help but mock: “I think this abnormal Sun Inheritance Sword Practitioner holds grudges. Shadow Puppet, you don’t think he never once showed you killing intent and was always respectful just to make you assume he wouldn’t remember you, do you?”

“I estimate, in a few thousand years, when he advances to Refining Nothingness… hehe, let’s see if you can still call him an ant then.”

He taunted.

The Shadow Puppet God Monarch turned pale.

Being targeted by a rising sword cultivator towards becoming a Taoist disciple was an unpleasant feeling, like sitting on pins and needles, as if a star of death might descend upon him at any time.

“Shadow Puppet… Fellow Daoist…”

“I beg you…”

The plump old man on the jade bed used all his strength to say: “Please… search the nearby area a little… if you can find the sword cultivator that’s pretending to be dead or hidden, or bring his body back… Lei Yang’s old friends will not forget your kindness.”

The Shadow Puppet God Monarch was moved.

Among high-level cultivators, using the word ‘beg’ was extremely rare.

Not to mention, the Shou Gui God Monarch made a promise in the name of Lei Yang’s old friend, which is almost impossible to defy; in the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm, this was more important than anything.

“Since Fellow Daoist Shou Gui has entrusted me, how dare I refuse!”

The Shadow Puppet God Monarch bowed deeply, then flew to the sky, expanding his enormous divine sense to scan every inch of the sky and earth nearby.

This kind of full-scale search by a Harmonization God Monarch would make it difficult for even a lower-rank cultivator to hide, even if they were hundreds of miles underground or deep within a space.

Only two Harmonization cultivators, the Xuan Yang God Monarch, were left on the spot.

He hesitated for a moment, looking at the breathless Shou Gui God Monarch in front of him, and did not make a move.

The Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm and the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm were eternal enemies, and he didn’t mind taking advantage of the situation, but the timing wasn’t right as the sect’s planned war had not yet begun.

What’s more, Lei Yang’s old friends were always united, perhaps…

The Xuan Yang God Monarch suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

Crackling…

Boom!

A terrifyingly boundless thunder of destruction descended from the sky.

The mere pressure of it destroyed countless nearby Heavenly Dao Rules Nets; terrifying beyond compare, the two powerful Harmonization Sword Cultivators of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm became as weak and powerless as children in its presence, losing all brilliance.

As it drew closer, everyone realized that it stood amidst a sea of thunder, its features obscured by the light.

The only visible aspect was the continuous coughing of blood, revealing numerous injuries on the body.

These injuries were recognizable to all Refining Nothingness cultivators; they were caused by crossing the world wall and every crossing meant severe damage to those above the Refining Nothingness stage.

But how many times had this figure in the thunder crossed the world wall in such a short time?

“Greetings, senior!”

The Xuan Yang God Monarch and the Xuanyin God Monarch were shocked and bowed respectfully.

Upon discovering the abnormal Sun Inheritance Sword Practitioner, they had already reported to the sect, and the sect’s experts should be on their way, including the strong figures from the Sun Lineage and the Taiyin Lineage, and possibly the widowed Sun and Moon Inheritance Sword Practitioners who could avoid the eyes of their Dao companions to do what needed to be done.

But they were nowhere near as fast as this!

This formidable figure amidst the thunder ignored both the Xuan Yang God Monarch and the Xuanyin God Monarch, walking directly to the plump old man on the jade bed, gently caressing his cheek, transmitting mana to heal him, and said with affection: “Shou Gui, why push yourself so hard?”

“If Little Light Thunder died, then let it be, it’s something that might have happened when we decided to support the sect.”

“Someone always has to march forward fearlessly, fighting tirelessly, to protect everyone.”

“Uncle Jianlei…”

The plump old man’s eyes welled up with tears, like a child’s, as he wept and pleaded: “Find him, kill him, I beg you.”

“Little Light Thunder cannot have died in vain.”

He pleaded mournfully.

This Jianlei Immortal was his father’s battle companion, a veteran who had survived countless battles, possessing unimaginable strength beyond lower-rank cultivators. No matter how cunning the ant was, it couldn’t escape his eye.

“Kill that little friend?”

Jianlei Immortal frowned and said: “As I understand it, that sword cultivator killed Guang Lei in a fair and square sword fight, didn’t he?”

“Although using the mechanical flying boat is indeed unconventional, it’s no different from fellow Magic Cultivators using spirit beasts and treasures of the same rank, it’s completely fair and honorable in a sword fight…”

“Uncle Jianlei, please!”

The plump old man cried.

This powerful figure was silent.

For a long time.

“Never mind,”

“What’s the sect’s reputation worth, what is my bit of reputation worth?”

Jianlei Immortal sighed heavily.

Clang!

He flicked a flying sword with twisted thunderlight, sending it disappearing in an instant, traversing hundreds of thousands of miles, and even farther afield, searching all places for the specific sword cultivator aura.

“Hmm?”

Jianlei Immortal frowned, pinching a mana technique with his hand, calculating in his mind.

“This little friend seems to have quite the fortune, owning at least an eighth-rank luck suppressor; I am not adept at calculations, unable to pinpoint him or even any information related to him. Perhaps it requires an Eighth-order Sky Calculation Master specialized in the Dao of Calculations…”

“Never mind, perhaps it’s not his fate to perish.”

He put down the mana technique.

To be fair, such an action severely violated his Dao heart and disgraced his old reputation.

However, unable to bear the sight of the child of an old friend, who once saved his life nineteen times, crying for his help, he couldn’t turn him down.

“Shou Gui,”

“The sect has set harsh Sword Fighting Sect rules, not because the elders are naturally cold-hearted and delight in seeing sect elites die at the hands of others, that’s simply ruthless.”

Jianlei Immortal sighed: “It’s because to frequently interfere in honorable sword fights would plant a seed of doubt in the minds of future sect sword cultivators, hugely hindering their Dao path.”

“If the elders of the sect always save themselves in the end, does this life-and-death battle even matter, can it be approached perfunctorily?”

“If it’s safe to just sit comfortably without engaging in life-and-death battles, why go and fight to the death?”