Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1191 - 1159: Junior Tushan, Meeting the Senior

Outside the Minor Thousand World, within the dark starry sky.

A green-clothed youth had eyes red as blood, dazzling like a Great Sun furnace, showing no signs of fading even with the death of a formidable enemy.

The only change was in those crimson pupils, which were pure gold like crystal, not mixed with madness, but rather colder and more detached.

Jiang Ding's hand rested on the hilt of his sword as he gazed into the vast, endless universe.

"Run!"

"The Heavenly Monarch is dead! Dead..."

"This is not the Lower Realm..."

Countless Upper Realm beings wailed miserably, crying out.

Among them were the Thunder Department Taoist Soldiers from the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, hundreds of thousands of them, as well as hundreds of thousands of Sect Disciples from the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain who still retained complete spiritual intelligence. They fled in extreme terror, burning Essence Blood to distance themselves from the monstrous being in a human youth's skin.

Some Upper Realm beings lost their heads and fled towards the direction of the Minor Thousand World, quickly perishing.

Many more Upper Realm beings plunged into the dark, dead silence of the starry sky, caring for nothing but survival and escape, no longer holding the typical aloofness of Upper Realm beings.

"Sword Dao..."

Jiang Ding ignored the fleeing Upper Realm beings, muttering to himself.

His right hand gently caressed the hilt of his sword.

He had not taken even a step outside the range of the Great Sun World Defining Array, with the Great Sun Unmanned Star Army of the Air-Space Mothership Super Sun Vessel stirring, ready to act under the depths of space.

He was immersed in thought, unsure of what he was contemplating.

...

"The Upper Realm beings, defeated!"

"Defeated in such a short time, so thoroughly, with countless dead and wounded, even the haughty Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch is dead..."

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch had been observing the battlefield and now his hands trembled, his body and Divine Soul shivering.

At this moment, he felt an immense stroke of luck that he was with Mingguang Zi rather than encountering that madman alone, for it would have meant certain death, without any chance of escape.

Is this the full might of the Dari Swordsman?

"Yes,"

"This is the Sect's Dari Swordsman!"

Xi Ping'an felt both pride and fear: "He seems stronger than Zhong Guangzi. Although Zhong Guangzi had birthed the Power of Order just before his end, he had never slain two enemies at the Refining Void Stage..."

"Damn it, he seems very vengeful. He'll definitely find a way to kill me..."

Xi Ping'an was almost in tears.

Mingguang Zi was silent.

After a long time.

"It's truly enviable."

Mingguang Zi whispered softly, "He has so many opponents, Taoist disciples, opponents born with the Power of Order, opponents, opponents... That is the most important factor making the Dari Swordsman increasingly powerful. I didn't have such opponents during my growth..."

"Supreme opportunities..."

He looked toward the scattered remnants of Upper Realm Taoist Soldiers in the distance, eyes almost glowing with envy.

"Do we still have a chance?"

"The chance to Ascend to the Upper Realm."

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch quickly controlled his emotions and asked with a grave voice, "The Upper Realm beings simply cannot defeat Tushan, they can't even maintain a stalemate, they are utterly defeated. In such a short time, I can see no possibility..."

He felt somewhat desperate.

In at most a few hundred years, his lifespan would reach its end.

"No, it's not like that."

"Jiang Dingzi has not won!"

Mingguang Zi took a deep breath, shook his head slowly, yet firmly: "Although I cannot probe, my power is relatively too weak, I know that is not how the Dari Swordsman eliminates his enemies and ends the war... that madness in his eyes hasn't dissipated."

"He hasn't won yet?"

Xi Ping'an and Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch were both startled.

...

Jiang Ding's gaze was red and blazing, mad yet calm; two starkly different traits present simultaneously in his eyes.

The bloodthirsty madness of the Dari Swordsman!

Some people regard this madness as the fatal flaw in the legacy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, leading Dari Swordsmen often to plunge into indiscriminate slaughter, seeking death by actively rushing into peril.

Others, on the contrary, hold an entirely different stance.

For instance, the successive Sword Masters of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

Their lives have forged numerous swordsmanship techniques, Cultivation Methods, scriptures, and secret techniques; they are the greatest driving force behind the Immortal Path's progress of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, embodying supreme might in themselves, epitomizing the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, and not relying on the outside, regarding the numerous Sect Disciples merely as tools for collecting Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, indifferent to everything else.

Moreover, the deduction of the great Dao by the successive Sword Masters—at least half of their Divine Soul Computational Power—is devoted to the madness of the Great Sun!

The successive Sword Masters constantly deduced and refined it until finally forming the current Great Sun Sword Dao legacy. The madness within the legacy is the very core of Great Sun Swordsmanship.

The finest crystallization of Immortal Wisdom of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion is this very madness of the Great Sun!

The highest Immortal Path achievement of the successive Great Sun Sword Masters!

This madness, when applied to Cultivation and legacies, can urge successive Inheritors to engage in combat, allowing the strong to grow stronger, the weak to die promptly, culminating in selection; preventing the mediocrity from occupying high positions, impacting the common aspiration of the successive Sword Masters to ascend to Immortality.

This madness, when applied in combat, enables Sword Cultivators to reap the greatest gains in blood battles, the most Sword Dao Enlightenment.

This madness, it bears no consequence.

As long as you can successfully slay formidable enemies, as long as you can overcome the growing madness and murderous intent in your Divine Soul with immense willpower.

As long as you are strong enough!

As long as you are strong, there is nothing bad about the Great Sun legacy, all is beneficial!

As for the Dari Swordsmen who perished in this process, the Inheritors who died?

Those were not the individuals the Great Sun Sword Pavilion needed, dead is dead, and it should be so.

Jiang Ding places his hand on the hilt of his sword, closes his eyes slightly, and dismisses everything else.

At a certain moment,

Rustle rustle rustle...

He suddenly opens his eyes.

Around him, in the boundless cosmic starry sky, countless beings that resembled walking corpses returned once again, their gazes dull, marching with rigid steps, slowly advancing towards here.

It's those Upper Realm beings who fled!

They have come back!

In their bodies, the very breath of living beings had vanished completely, possessed by a strange and terrifying power that transcended Divinity Transformation, suffocating and causing one to shudder.

"You have come from afar, truly laborious."

"This humble one is Tushan, I have seen,"

Jiang Ding stands up, within the Great Sun World Defining Array, and bows slightly in respect.

"Senior."

Following his gaze, into the midst of the crowd of Upper Realm beings.

Without anyone noticing when, something had appeared among the crowd.

It was a palm-sized piece of shriveled flesh, eerily appearing out of nowhere, slowly but surely draining the blood, Divine Souls, Mana, and everything else from hundreds of thousands of Upper Realm beings.

The shriveled flesh began to regain a hint of rosiness.

Around the shriveled flesh, strands of flesh-eating insects began to emerge, gradually forming a terrifying blur of flesh and blood.

This terrifying entity, barely forming an outline, exuded a dreadful pressure into the Cosmic Star River, and just a whiff of its aura was enough to make even quasi-emperors shudder.

This was a force above the Order!

This was an even more superior, terrifying power!

Jiang Ding's gaze flickered, firmly fixed on this cluster of shriveled flesh, his Divine Sense and Sword Intent scanning over it unrestrainedly, probing.

The cluster of shriveled flesh did not respond to his words.

After a long while.

"Senior,"

"May I inquire if you have regained your strength?"

Jiang Ding paused then asked again, "Based on my own Cultivation experience over the years, any Cultivator who faces a weaker party, especially one with something they need, yet does not strike to kill immediately, instead resorting to mystifying gestures, is often due to insufficient strength."

"Is this the case with you, Senior?"

The consumption of the flesh, Divine Souls, and Mana of hundreds of thousands of Upper Realm Cultivators by the shriveled flesh momentarily stilled.