Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1065 - 1034: Donning Armor to Campaign in the Horned Ming Realm

"A century has passed."

"The time has come..."

Jiang Ding whispered.

Behind him, the Sun God Wood crumbled bit by bit, revealing a Blue-Gold Flying Sword that flew into his glabella.

This Flying Sword, through continuous refinement over the past century, has successfully ascended to a Superior Nascent Soul Treasure, possessing thirty Great Sun Heavenly Gang Divine Prohibitions, revolving within the sword like thirty stars, which endow the Flying Sword with tremendous sharpness and speed, elevating its power further.

Countless deep blue electromagnetic runes flickering, the Super Mothership Great Sun also began to contract, contracting further, eventually using the capabilities of Fifth Order memory Spirit Metal to compress its size from tens of kilometers to one kilometer, before flying into the glabella.

The Shadowy Armor, refined for over a hundred years, flickered and vanished silently.

Donned in armor, he embarked on his campaign.

At a certain moment, the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, which had been stationed in the Immortal Sect's Thirty-Third Heavenly Gang Orbit for centuries, gradually became hazy and then completely disappeared.

...

At the entrance of Qingfeng University.

Yu Qianzi, Tianji Zi, An Tuzi, Xuanwu Daoist, and other eight individuals quietly waited, with Gu Lin True Lord bidding them farewell.

Students and teachers passing by did not seem to notice them.

"Where is Jiang Dingzi?"

Ji Liuyue asked softly.

At this moment, about to step into an alien territory, she suddenly felt a wave of panic and unease, the first time leaving the protection of her Sect to head to the lands of an alien race, feeling lost and helpless, not as composed and calm as she had imagined.

The atmosphere among the surrounding Daoist disciples was similarly heavy.

Qingmu's instincts activated, wishing to seek stronger cultivators nearby to get protection in exchange for abilities in healing, defense, and speed enhancements.

That person, although morally despicable, did indeed possess strength.

"Jiang Ding...zi..."

Gu Lin True Lord felt somewhat uncomfortable with this title, having gotten used to addressing Daoist disciples with such titles for nearly a hundred years, feeling a bit conflicted.

Her expression shifted slightly, then said, "He has already arrived."

"He said he doesn't trust you, so he won't meet with you. When he feels unsafe, he won't help you either. Please be cautious and not reveal yourselves."

Her words were very direct and not courteous.

"Hmph!"

"It's better this way, as if we wanted to meet him anyway."

Ji Liuyue scoffed.

Yet strangely, her heart gradually stabilized.

She suddenly had an illusion.

It seemed that the Great Sun Swordsman was very familiar with lurking, concealment, and assassination, adept and experienced, completely different from their newbie selves.

This was quite unbelievable, a Sword Cultivator and the shadowy cultivators from the Shadow Demon Abyss should not match at all.

"I wish all Fellow Daoists a victorious return."

Gu Lin True Lord gently said, "It's just a pity that with my low individual strength and no corps by my side, I am but an ant. Otherwise, I could have joined you all to venture into the alien lands to contribute to the grand cause of the Human Race; I'd willingly face death."

"I am utterly ashamed, unable to face you all henceforth."

"Fellow Daoist indeed arouses envy."

Ji Liuyue sighed.

As a practitioner of Magic Cultivation, she was not interested in adventures, only wishing to safely cultivate until she reached Refining Nothingness.

Alas, fate does not always go as one desires.

"In the future, when a Domain War erupts, with Fellow Daoist's ability to control thousands of troops, you will certainly be of great use."

"No need for despair."

Ji Liuyue feigned some consolation.

Her figure and those of the surrounding Daoists gradually vanished, their destination unknown.

...

Within the Immortal Sect's Long-Distance Transmission Array, an almost undetectable spatial fluctuation occurred.

Following that, countless Spatial Runes began to flicker.

"Is Jiang Dingzi... here?"

An Tuzi suddenly became curious.

Connected by Formation Method at all times, even in a state of Concealment, they could communicate instantly; he asked softly using a secret technique.

The surrounding Daoists scanned repeatedly with their Divine Sense, finding nothing.

"He should be."

Tianji Zi did some calculations and said, "The transmission array of the Eastern Devil School cannot be operated without his permission; the eight of us don't have the authority."

"Being so cautious is not bad..."

The Daoists each had their concerns and ceased to speak.

From the Transmission Array of the Immortal Sect, passing through the Star Domains of Xuanwu tiangong, Green Wood Immortal Sect, and Five Elements Heavenly Sect, they were continually teleported through dozens, if not hundreds, of arrays, each clan's Immortal Sect rigorously checking with their Sect's Great Formation repeatedly for Divine Soul, flesh, cause and effect, rules, and so forth.

Such stringent methods were in place to ensure the location of the home realm was not prematurely revealed.

Jiang Ding concealed himself within the void of space, silently observing the constantly changing landscape in the distance.

These lands of the Immortal Sects, since his birth, he had never visited them before, this was his first time, and the sights of many Star Domains greatly broadened his views, making him linger and forget to return.

Unfortunately, many places he could only catch a fleeting glimpse of, unable to stop and carefully admire.

Years later, after continuous examinations, several people appeared in a dark Star Domain.

Looking around, there was no sky, no earth, just chaotic space, making it impossible to deduce from any features where this place was located.

This place was where the portal between the two domains resided.

This was also the center of the Nine Spirits Life and Death Illusionary Yin-Yang Dust Formation, preliminarily established by the Nine Great Immortal Sects investing countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and manpower, consuming hundreds of years, reputed to be effective against those above Refining Nothingness.

This place possessed the highest level of secrecy in the domain; even Daoist disciples were not qualified to know, to be precise, only nine people within the Nine Spirits Realm knew where this place was.

In the center of this dark space, a chaotic vortex continuously rotated, within it, strands of Youming aura diffused, an atmosphere completely different from this domain.

Beside the chaotic vortex, a fisherman wearing a conical hat sat peacefully, extending a bamboo pole as if fishing, motionless, it was unknown how many years he had persisted, how many years he had been guarding this place.

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

The Xuanwu Daoist revealed his figure and respectfully paid homage.

This century, it was the great power of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace on duty here, to prevent any changes in the domain's spatial passage; the Nine Great Immortal Sects rotated every 900 years.

While the Great Expert was on duty, the other Eight Great Immortal Sects also employed various means to monitor this place; it wasn't completely laissez-faire.

"It's you, Shield..."

The fisherman slowly turned his head, and upon seeing only Xuanwu Daoist, he was slightly taken aback.

"You young kids..."

He pondered briefly, his Divine Sense spreading out like ripples of water, not focusing on anything in particular, casually patrolling the surroundings, as normal as flying during cultivation.

"Not bad."

"Not bad."

The Xuanwu Great Power nodded repeatedly in approval.

Even under such conditions, only the Xuanwu Daoist was around.

Merely a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator yet capable of such feats.

It had to be said that if the Nine Great Immortal Sects were truly united, each pulling out their ace resources, they could indeed accomplish normally impossible feats.

After several sweeps of his Divine Sense, the Xuanwu Great Power slightly moved his finger, casting an exploring Mana Technique.

Buzz!

A ring of transparent water ripples spread outwards, revealing the figures of An Tuzi, Ji Liuyue, Heavenly Calculator Daoist, and seven others, all with disappointed expressions, looking like children in front of the Great Expert, extremely dejected.

"We pay our respects to the Xuanwu Ancestor!"

An Tuzi and the others paid their respects together, not daring to be discourteous in the slightest.

They were somewhat disheartened.

"Hahaha!"

"Kids, don't be like this, achieving this much with just Nascent Soul Stage bodies is already quite remarkable."

The Xuanwu Great Power spoke with a smile, his gaze intensifying.

Eight people.

Eight Daoist disciples.

Did the Eastern Devil School miss the appointment?

He cast another Mana Technique, this one significantly more sophisticated, showing numerous mystical Runes on it, alternating between appearing and disappearing.

Just by glimpsing it, cultivators below Refining Nothingness would become dizzy, their brains foggy, and bodies swaying.

The surrounding Daoist disciples hurriedly averted their eyes, not daring to look any longer.

From a great distance, a green-clothed youth revealed his figure, extremely alert as he watched, ready to flee at any moment.

"Haha, Swordsman, long time no see."

The Xuanwu Great Power patted his hands and laughed: "You too are an anomaly, Great Sun Sword Cultivation, your Concealment Spell seems to be even better than that of the Shadow Demon Daoist, it really makes one murderous, wanting to completely crush you to death."

"But now it seems, anomalies, anomalies, so good to have anomalies."

"The lowly Alien Race of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan truly needs anomalies."

"Old man is looking forward to the Swordsman returning loaded with achievements, to make significant contributions to the resurgence of our Human Race."

He appeared utterly sincere.

"Greetings, Xuanwu."

Jiang Ding respectfully bowed.

This old monster looked amiable, but he dared not be the slightest careless; his alertness was raised to the extreme, ready to flee immediately if anything was amiss.

"Swordsman, this is very good."

The Xuanwu Great Power nodded.

"Kids, go."

"May you return victorious, gaining more initiative for our domain."

He waved his hand, and wisps of grey filaments appeared on the nine Daoist disciples, wrapping around them, intertwining and forming into several chaotic giant eggs.

Then, the chaotic giant eggs one by one fell into the chaotic vortex of the Domain passage, disappearing without a trace.