Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1013 - 982: The Name of the Fallen Immortal

"Perishing Immortal Realm..."

Jiang Ding's heart shook.

Just reading this name evoked a profound sadness within him; his eyes swelled, brimming with tears, beyond his control.

Instantaneously, those two characters, separated by who knows how many tens of thousands of years, forcibly infected him with an affliction he could not resist.

As though every living creature must feel sorrow.

Every being must be solemn, must be reverent.

This was not swayed by the will of an individual cultivator.

Rather, it was a legacy of some immensely superior being—far beyond the Refining Nothingness stage—whose will once lingered in the world: the world altering for their sake, existing because of them.

The traces of this supreme will, even after tens of thousands of years, still profoundly affected the operation of the world.

"What kind of existence could this be..."

Jiang Ding dared not resist this will.

He let himself be immersed in sorrow, focusing intently, without allowing any distractions or drifting thoughts, with a space-like emptiness in his Sea of Consciousness.

Several days later, this intense and sudden sorrow slowly receded.

"What kind of existence is the Upper Realm?"

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ding did not dare to utter that name again.

He had a premonition that if he were to actively engage with it again, he would fall into that deep sorrow once more, just like the laws of the world.

If touched upon more, one could forever be trapped in sorrow, until death.

This was not because the supreme will held any malice towards the insignificant; rather, the terrifying impact was simply a manifestation of its intense emotions, which had not diminished even after the passage of countless eons.

"This world is not an ordinary Minor Thousand World; it's very complex, and perhaps... it might even be more dreadful than the domain of the Immortal Sects."

The thought sent shivers down Jiang Ding's spine as he whispered, "I must be even more cautious. In the face of such a formidable being, only time and space can shield me."

"All other Concealment Spells, clever strategies, manipulations of great momentum are foolish and laughable."

"Only time and space will not deceive me."

After composing his mind, Jiang Ding continued to sift through the new knowledge he had acquired from the Court's Blessed Land, especially regarding this Minor Thousand World.

"...The domain barrier has shattered, the Sect is destroyed, the Ancestor Master's legacy has been severed... Those two supreme beings, by breaking the barrier of the Minor Thousand World, must have brought misfortune upon themselves, doomed to not meet a good end..."

At that moment, Jiang Ding took notice of a fragmented stone tablet from a Nascent Soul Cultivator of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator by the name of Chen Lei, was filled with intense resentment, for he died, a casualty of the collateral damage from the clash between those supreme beings, along with countless members of his sect.

In his dying moments, with his own blood and bones, he etched his curse onto the stone tablet.

Did those two clashing supreme beings know of this?

They probably did.

But just as a human child unwittingly destroys an anthill with boiling water, they would not care, nor would they intentionally seek out the mightiest ant to crush, to silence its faint cries.

Thus, the stone tablet was preserved, surviving many upheavals, eventually collected by Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch.

"A harbinger of misfortune?"

"What misfortune?"

Jiang Ding was puzzled and uncertain, continuing to go through the documents.

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, too, had spent a great deal of time scouring ancient texts, delving into various ancient legacies, and ultimately had a vague conjecture that it was related to the world position of the Minor Thousand World.

The world position of the Minor Thousand World was exceedingly high, so much so that even those above the stage of Refining Nothingness, despite their might, were still inferior when compared to a Minor Thousand World that had existed since ancient times.

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The Minor Thousand Worlds indeed seem harmless most of the time.

Golden Pill Monks can sever rivers, Nascent Soul Monks can move mountains, and Nascent Soul Huashen Cultivators can even wreak major havoc on the terrestrial ecosystem, anyone can stir the soil on Tai Sui's head.

But this does not mean that the Minor Thousand Worlds are fragile.

To the Minor Thousand Worlds, the so-called mountain moving and sea-filling by the Golden Core Nascent Soul Divinity Transformation Cultivators are simply changes to their fur, not even a minor injury.

From this perspective, the impact of a Nascent Soul Huashen Cultivator on the Minor Thousand World is no different from that of the weakest mortal.

It is the existences above Refining Nothingness that can truly injure the Minor Thousand Worlds.

The injury might not be serious—only a shattered domain barrier that recovers in tens of thousands of years. For an ancient Minor Thousand World, it is but a blink of an eye, a slight injury.

However, the Minor Thousand Worlds are indeed injured.

This brings about the malicious intent of the omnipresent consciousness of the Heavenly Dao in the Minor Thousand Worlds.

This malice, even for those above the Refining Nothingness level, is extremely terrifying, and there is a risk of falling at every turn.

This is the speculation of Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch.

There is not much information, only sporadic records, but he boldly hypothesized this result and believed it to be very close to the truth.

Because if the strongest could destroy the Minor Thousand Worlds at will, then after such an almost unending long time, there should not be many Minor Thousand Worlds left by now.

Furthermore, the delayed recovery of the fragments of Immortal Techniques seems to corroborate this point.

"It does seem somewhat reasonable..."

Jiang Ding also approved of Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch's judgment.

But likewise, it must be recognized that this is only a somewhat probable conjecture after all. Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch has no other way, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will charge forward, disregarding the immense risks.

This is not something to be emulated.

These are the findings of Jiang Ding after finishing all the books in the Court's Blessed Land.

"The ancient history, especially the history before the era of the Six Dao Ancestor, is very valuable and should be collected as much as possible."

Jiang Ding quietly said.

He issued an order to gather such information from the remnants left over in various places of the Minor Thousand World, from the Yue Country's Seven Feathers Sect Nine Heavens Mystic Realm.

Up to this day, as the leader of Northern Plains Tushan Courtyard, many things no longer require his personal efforts.

Having done all this, Jiang Ding left.

He concealed himself and did not return to the Liudao Sect, and it was unknown when and where he disappeared.

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In the Black Demon Palace.

"From now on, it's just me again..."

A green-clothed youth sitting on the Six Dao Throne opened his eyes and sneered at himself.

He glanced at the nearby Azure Abyss Pool.

Within, flashes of Primordial Magnetism Spirit Light, and the heavy as mountains Primordial Magnetic Qi, amidst the water-like spirit light, a dragon-like divine light is indistinctly visible, revealing a vague form, with an aura approaching Fifth Order.

This divine light meanders and squirms, like a living creature, constantly slamming against the binding Six Realms Separation Yang Formation, causing nearby mountains to shake.

This is the Yin Yang Magnetic Extreme Divine Light from the Yin Yang Magneto Spiritless Mountain, a natural treasure of heaven and earth!

Since the formation was laid out, it has been nurtured for more than ten years, and it's beginning to take shape, exhibiting some characteristics capable of defying the elements of heaven and earth. It is an excellent Sword Refining Material and can completely 'lighten' a Flying Sword.

"Probably another fifty-eight years to be born, and if aiming for perfection, one hundred and fifty-eight years would also be possible."

"When the time comes, you will have to retrieve it yourself, as I will not be able to."

The green-clothed youth on the Six Dao Throne murmured to himself, closed his eyes to cultivate, and spoke no more.

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