Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1719: Chapter 1687: The Upper Realm’s Great Sun Sword Cultivators Have Grown Complacent

The sky became silent for a moment.

No enemies, no war, all cultivators were so peaceful, and after that one’s arrival, everything quieted down.

“In this world,”

“how many old friends remain?”

Jiang Ding sighed softly and looked around.

Lieyang True Venerable is gone.

Three thousand years ago, he perished in the sword fighting battlefield. This battle-hardened Great Sun Sword Cultivator ultimately could not achieve eternal victory and disappearance, vanishing one day.

Hei Louxi Heavenly Monarch is gone.

In the Northern Plains era, she was an exceptional Tushan Maid, part of the collateral lineage of the Beiyuan Hei Family. She ascended to the Upper Realm and advanced to Refining Nothingness, dying in battle over a thousand years ago, along with her Tushan Maid troop.

Moon Night Heavenly Monarch, that mutated Moonlight Rabbit, a cultivator from the Tushan Immortal City era, also died in battle after advancing to Refining Nothingness in the Upper Realm.

And many Nascent Soul cultivators who have ascended from the Northern Plains over tens of thousands of years…

It is just so.

This world is just so, as time passes, the familiar figures in memory will completely disappear at certain times.

Latter generations, countless elites, and outstanding talents have appeared, yet it has little significance.

Many emotions emerged in the heart of the Great Sun Sword Master.

Then, they gradually calmed.

Within the Lake of Heart, smooth as a mirror, without a trace of ripple.

“Greetings, Heavenly Monarch.”

At this moment, a snow-like woman approached from afar, her demeanor transcendent, gracefully saluting.

Great Sun Sword Cultivator·Blood Spirit Saint Body, Mu Tiansnow.

The former patriarch of Xuetu Hall, a Golden Pill power in the Three Kingdoms region, once pursued the young Dari swordsman and survived, arriving in the Upper Realm, now a Harmonization Early Stage Practitioner.

“Your Dao name is Ice and Snow God Monarch?”

“Interesting.”

Jiang Ding said lightly, “A Great Sun Sword Cultivator, yet named after ice and snow, very interesting, a unique path, show me.”

At this moment, he underwent a significant change.

All nearby sword cultivators felt a chill in their hearts.

This is the Dari swordsman.

From a fragile, deeply emotional youth to a cold swordsman, the prestigious Sword Dao Monarch was just a moment, no one knows what is real.

Perhaps it is all true, or perhaps none of it is.

“Yes,”

“Heavenly Monarch!”

Mu Tiansnow accepted respectfully.

She knew that not everyone before the Dari swordsman was qualified to be called an old friend, capable of stirring his emotions.

And when this Sword Dao Monarch’s command arises, it’s best not to have any defiance.

Clang!

Mu Tiansnow drew her sword.

This was a flying sword as icy as snow, thin as a cicada’s wing, extremely hot, extremely cold. Upon appearance, it froze space and countless Heavenly Dao Rules Net, ice crystal patterns locking the whole cosmic space.

At that moment, nine identical Mu Tiansnow drew their swords.

These nine Mu Tiansnow were not avatars, all were the main body, derived from the talent of the Daoist Body.

They burned essence blood, burned the divine soul, one sword cut through space, cut through the Net of Rules, with a Harmonization Early Stage cultivation base, unexpectedly displaying Harmonization Peak Level strength, causing admiration among numerous sword cultivators around.

This ultimate sublimation sword fell on the green-clothed youth’s hair, freezing completely.

“Interesting.”

“Using the heat-absorbing ability of Great Sun Swordsmanship to create an extremely cold environment?”

“Indeed a whimsical idea, and very suitable for yourself, considered to have forged a new path.”

Jiang Ding did not hesitate to praise.

He raised his hand.

This one icy flying sword was caught between two fingers, casually thrown back, transforming into a stream of light that gleamed in Mu Tiansnow’s eyes.

“This…”

Mu Tiansnow felt palpitations, entranced, looking at her Life Flying Sword.

Clearly still the same ice and snow flying sword, the one that has been her companion for tens of thousands of years, just casually thrown by someone.

Yet the flying sword contained such a beautiful, terrifying swordsmanship.

This swordsmanship was so familiar, it was clearly her lifelong practice of Great Sun Ice and Snow Sword Dao Sword Skill, but deeper, more mysterious, vaguely presenting several completely different Sword Dao directions.

The intricacies within were exquisite to the utmost.

While not giving a complete answer, so as not to destroy the swordsman’s spiritual nature, it provided enough advancement direction; once comprehended, the Sword Dao would arise abruptly.

Mu Tiansnow couldn’t help but become captivated.

Clang!

This icy flying sword came to her dazed face, slowly returned to its sheath, not hurting her a bit.

Mu Tiansnow suddenly awakened, inexplicably feeling some loss.

Now, did she not even have the qualification to be severely injured by the Dari swordsman?

That green-clothed youth indeed no longer paid attention to her.

His gaze looked into the distance, at a bright, dazzling figure, who stepped closer, finally kneeling on one knee, submitting.

“Sword Master.”

He said.

Not Dari swordman, not Pure Yang Sword Child, but Sword Master, addressing a Refining Nothingness cultivator as Sword Master.

So natural, so reasonable.

The Sword Master of the Great Sun Lineage!

This person may be the most orthodox Great Sun Sword Cultivator of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, purely without a hint of impurity, similar to tens of thousands of years ago when the First Generation Great Sun Sword Master founded the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

“Mingguang,”

“I thought you would draw your sword at me. After all, you are already a Harmonization Middle Stage Cultivator.”

Jiang Ding said lightly.

“If it were true, in my memory, your image would still be bright and resplendent, unchanged by the passage of time.”

When the other forsakes glory, the appellation changes accordingly.

This inevitably brings many regrets.

Many years ago, at the last meeting, Mingguang Zi was merely fleeing, not completely defeated, still possessing the potential for counterattack.

A potential opponent, just like that, disappeared.

“Sword Master,”

“I have reached my limit.”

Mingguang Zi lowered his head, spoke softly, “In the Upper Realm for tens of thousands of years, with such favorable conditions, so many scriptures providing reference, so many excellent Sword Dao resources, I still cannot derive a new Harmonization Stage ‘Great Sun Sword Sutra.’

“In terms of talent, I am far inferior to the previous generation Great Sun Sword Master Xi Yuan.”

“Even within the Nine Spirits Realm, I at most am only a master in maintenance, unable to push Great Sun Swordmanship to higher peaks, leaving it to future generations, and as time passes, another unparalleled Great Sun Sword Master will emerge, breaking the current limits of Great Sun Swordsmanship.”

“From now, it seems you are the one.”

“Following your footsteps, in the future, I have hope to advance to Heavenly Man, even pursue higher hopes.”

Blood battle is the supreme opportunity for sword cultivators.

However, such an opportunity cannot change everything.

Mingguang Zi did not die in tens of thousands of years of blood battles, occasionally achieving victories, gaining many insights, yet still unable to elevate ‘Great Sun Sword Sutra’ to a new height, resulting in his teachings always being too weak compared to Immortal Sects of the same rank.

These tens of thousands of years of time have worn down his ambition.