Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1200 - 1168: All Upper Realm Immortal Sects Are Insects

The Great Sun Celestial Pond fled frantically with Jiang Ding.

"Yue, don't be so distrustful of me."

"Do I look like someone who would casually kill the Dari Swordsman? Can't be, right?"

Xi Yuan gave a bitter smile.

Clang!

A radiant light of Sword-light burst forth, forming a net of Destruction Rules, forcibly pushing back the Great Sun Celestial Pond, and then pulling it back, returning it to Xi Yuan's side.

"Xi Yuan,"

"Sword Master, long time no see."

Yue looked around curiously, feeling somewhat awkward: "Where is this place, how come I've never been here before?"

"Yue."

"This place, it's home."

The voice of Xi Yuan unconsciously softened a bit.

Just like the contemporary Dari Swordsman, throughout his youth and adolescence, it was always Yue who accompanied him, unlike the cold and intangible darkness, therefore his feelings were different as well.

"Yue, open the core of the Heavenly Pond."

Without reminiscing, Xi Yuan gave the order: "I've obtained fragments of Immortal Technique and intend to cast them into the furnace of the Great Sun Celestial Pond for nurturing the Slaying Immortal Skill created together by the past Sword Masters. This should have a good promoting effect."

"Yue, don't let this kid comprehend it. I don't like him and don't want to play the treasure-sending boy for him."

"Moreover, the shared legacy of the Eastern Devil School is utterly detestable. I really want to strangle him to death right now. If a new Dari Swordsman appears now, even if he's slightly worse, I would strangle him to death right now."

"It's so infuriating, the legacy of the Ancestor Masters..."

Xi Yuan's incessant talking made his expression extremely pained.

"Immortal Technique?!!!!"

Yue was stunned.

But still, she happily opened the core furnace of the Great Sun Celestial Pond.

Hum!

The world was enveloped in an endless, infinitely resplendent, infinitely bright light of destruction. All the Star Rivers fell silent, crystallized, even time and space were affected, no longer transcendent of all things; in that instant, a pause occurred.

Jiang Ding's Divine Soul went blank.

He detested the feeling of powerlessness, the incapacity to resist, merely to be slaughtered at another's whim, but he couldn't escape it.

After what felt like an eternity, the world gradually recovered its colors, and life and flow returned.

"Yue, the Immortal Technique has been cast into it."

Xi Yuan spoke, his voice a bit hoarse, the endless radiant light around him started to dim, consuming a great deal of power: "This Slaying Immortal Skill, started by the First Generation Great Sun Sword Master, has been nurtured for over three hundred thousand years, yet we still cannot see the hope of truly achieving the Sword Immortal Technique. These fragments of Immortal Technique should play a significant role."

"And you, Yue."

"You are much more spirited than the black spirit, perhaps ready to give birth to your own will. This is good, you should also have your freedom. The Sword Pavilion has methods to continue the legacy, it's not absolutely necessary to confine you here."

"Yue, if you acquire life in the future, live well..."

"If this kid refuses, just kill him..."

Xi Yuan seemed to ramble on and on now.

That the Great Sun Celestial Pond Moon Spirit developed into its current state is also the responsibility of all the past Great Sun Sword Masters. They grew up in the company of the Moon Spirit, treating it as if it were family, electively choosing to indulge the possibility of it developing a spirit intelligence, not always guarding against it coldly, not wiping out any possibility.

"Sword Master..."

Yue's eyes showed a complex expression.

"So be it."

"I'm off to find my son."

Xi Yuan heaved a sigh, looking at Jiang Ding: "The lurking thunder Dao rule Refining Nothingness will be dealt with, Soul Searching, and then I'll give you a fragment of his memory, so you have some understanding of the Upper Realm."

"That youngster called Shuoyang, a native of the Small World yet comparable to Taoist disciples, is excellent fodder. I'm too used to living in hardship, can't bear to see waste, I will twist his memory of you, making you become a native creature."

"Mingguang Zi is not appropriate; he represents the most orthodox path of the Sword Pavilion and might possess the potential to slay you in the future, to further advance the Great Sun Swordsmanship."

"I have treated you so well, how will you repay me?"

Xi Yuan silently observed the contemporary Great Sun Swordsman.

"Thank you, Sword Master!"

Jiang Ding bowed deeply and solemnly said, "As long as Xi Ping'an does not once again actively hunt me down and become my enemy, I will not harm him."

"In addition, there is Mingguang Zi."

He instructed, "Hei, give Mingguang Zi a complete inheritance of the 'Great Sun Sword Sutra,' the kind with a physical Jade Slip, and make it as detailed as possible."

"This person is also considered an elite."

"The Great Sun Swordsmanship has only reached the Harmonization Realm so far. Reaching higher levels in the future will undoubtedly be quite difficult. If another person could help push it forward, that would be good. When I slay him in the future, it will surely yield a good harvest."

"Yes, Swordsman."

Hei respectfully bowed, his figure vanishing from sight.

The Sword Pavilion Legacy Messenger is only loyal to the Great Sun Swordsman and need not heed the Sword Master's commands.

"Good."

"In this way, very well..."

Xi Yuan let out a sigh, his figure gradually fading away, leaving this place.

In the emptiness, a voice came through across a vast distance.

"Kid, you're quite impressive."

"I have a gift for you."

"I will further strengthen that Blood Dao Refining Void avatar, giving him strength close to that of Refining Nothingness, allowing him to awaken in one thousand two hundred years. If by then your strength is sufficient, he will serve as an excellent whetstone for you, a piece of good fortune indeed."

"So be it then. If you, lad, manage to reach the realm of True Immortal in the future, remember to visit my grave, shatter the headstone, and tell me this good news."

"If not, if you merely reach Harmonization, then there's no need."

"Harmonization is trivial. If the external environment is favorable enough, I can ascend with my eyes closed. It's not worth mentioning. The Great Sun Swordsmanship has already reached such a level."

The voice gradually disappeared.

Jiang Ding gazed into the distance, slowly exhaling a breath of relief as his body relaxed.

Afterward, there was a tinge of regret.

Such an unparalleled elite of the Sword Dao could not die by his hand and had already been buried in the endless passage of time.

This was, undoubtedly, a source of regret.

Who knows if, in the future, he will be able to meet such a hero of the Sword Dao again, one who could benevolently grant him an honorable death.

"It should... be possible to meet again..."

Jiang Ding muttered softly, "The cosmic starry sky is immensely vast, with elite warriors from ten thousand clans emerging in endless succession. As long as one travels far enough, stands high enough, what kind of scenery won't be encountered?"

"As long as... one travels far enough."

...

"Ah..."

"Supreme Honor, mercy, have mercy..."

A wretched scream filled the void, with sound waves spreading in the form of thunderous rules, reaching all around, pulverizing thousands of kilometers of asteroids into powder, cleansing everything in its path.

This powerful figure, the absolute Sovereign of the Upper Realm Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, was now wailing miserably, begging piteously, his body convulsing, unable even to self-detonate.

"Weak, so weak,"

"Why are you so weak."

Amidst the burst of endless thunderous rules, Xi Yuan sighed, "You are much weaker than Xuanwu and the others, incomparable to the Eastern Devil School."

"The Upper Realm Immortal Sects, it seems, have grown somewhat feeble after the great calamity; they've become conservative, sealing their inheritances, losing their ambition, and only wishing to dominate over the Human Race."

"Such vermin dare to call themselves Immortal Sects, they truly deserve to die."