Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1415: 1383: Blood Lake Daoist, I have waited for you for 30 years

Chapter 1415: Chapter 1383: Blood Lake Daoist, I have waited for you for 30 years

Jiang Ding silently cultivated, refining flying swords, participating in the various immortal research of the Xianmen Sect, deducing the embryonic swordsmanship forms of his five immortal techniques, while observing the development of the Thunder Flame Domain.

Another thirty years passed.

On this day, the Immortal Artifact Sect’s Tributor completed this millennial tax collection of the Thunder Flame Domain and entered the Golden Sea Domain under the farewell of the two major True Sects at the Void Refining stage.

Accompanying the Immortal Artifact Sect’s Tributor were the Taoist Soldiers of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect and Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain.

Not only were the Taoist Soldiers of these two major True Sects conscripted, but those from several nearby domains as well, all moving towards the Golden Sea Domain, forming a grand procession of immortal armies, with an imposing aura that couldn’t be concealed.

“Truly a case of differential treatment,”

“Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch… No, Shuoyang True Venerable, they are in trouble.”

Jiang Ding commented with schadenfreude.

The Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain had been fighting continuously for thousands of years, and although the Immortal Artifact Sect issued warning after warning, they never took real action.

Yet when Shuoyang True Venerable and the others of the Golden Light Sect first made a move to overturn the order, they immediately faced thunderous suppression. The submission and bribery of the Golden Light Sect were of no use.

The Immortal Artifact Sect’s Tributor ignored them completely.

“It’s good if these people die, it’ll be quiet afterward.”

“Since the Immortal Artifact Sect’s Envoy has left, and their eyes are temporarily away from here, then…”

Jiang Ding slowly stood up.

The blazing white in his eyes could no longer be restrained, emerging through his pupils, with a blazing white flame burning in his eyes, melting space and twisting the Heavenly Dao Rules.

“Blood Lake True Venerable!”

“Over four thousand years ago, your avatar beat me.”

“More than thirty years ago, you burned, killed, and looted on my territory, seizing the vital souls and flesh of numerous Nascent Soul Golden Core cultivators and Divinity Transformation cultivators, and humiliated me…”

“I’m a tolerant and benevolent person.”

“Therefore, I’ve decided to grant you a generous death.”

Boom!

The emerald green palace emitted the sound of space and rules shattering, and the gray-green-haired elder disappeared, with the powerful gale causing the palace to sway, terrifying many Divinity Transformation cultivators guarding the Mud Swamp Demon City.

…

Jiang Ding concealed himself completely, flying rapidly in the sky, occasionally flickering, teleporting to distant places.

When truly in a battle state, his Lake of Heart instead became completely tranquil.

The Internal Demon roared crazily, yet couldn’t affect him.

Within just a few hours, using the pre-arranged teleportation formations, Jiang Ding had already traversed the vast land of the Thunder Flame Domain, arriving outside Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain.

This was a lake resembling a sea, stretching thousands of kilometers, with surging blood water, and occasionally white bones and zombies rolled upwards.

The overcast clouds in the sky were formed by countless unjust souls and fierce ghosts piling up.

It was truly a terrifying diabolism sect’s gate, a forbidden area for living beings, where even hell was said to be less cruel compared to the harm humans do to each other.

“As per the rules, when the Immortal Sect’s Envoy leaves the domain, the master of the True Sect must bid farewell.”

“Now, Blood Lake True Venerable must be near the domain boundary.”

Jiang Ding needed no formation method setup; he merely stood near Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain, silently waiting, using the Material Sun Sword Soul to probe all around, waiting for the old acquaintance from four thousand years ago to arrive.

Under the Sword Soul, no concealment or escape technique would work, and the Sword Soul’s lock on living beings far exceeded the range of a Void Refining cultivator’s Divine Sense, which was the hallmark of the Sword Cultivator’s path.

“Will the Blood Lake True Venerable return directly to the sect, or disregard the ban and engage in a deadly battle with the Wanlei True Venerable?”

“I eagerly await his choice.”

“Whatever choice is made, Blood Lake Daoist, I’d ask you not to be harmed, not to let a ripe fruit rot halfway, as that would anger me…”

Jiang Ding thought quietly.

At this moment, his patience was frighteningly strong; the more his Internal Demon raged and howled, threatening to induce him into all sorts of mad actions, the more rational he became.

He even took immense pleasure in this moment of waiting, with the Internal Demon unable to disturb him in the slightest.

On the contrary, this moment, the terrifying Internal Demon brought by sword refining was an asset to him.

A more blazing Sword Soul, a more rational and cold heart—this was the opportunity brought by the Internal Demon.

As long as he ultimately slayed his enemy, there would be no consequences.

One year, two years, three years, ten years…

During this period, Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain remained peaceful, with two Early Stage Void Refining practitioners from the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain returning, but causing no waves, much like their countless returns to the sect over tens of thousands of years.

Only the strongest, the Blood Lake Ancestor, was the target.

Jiang Ding stood above the Blood Lake, concealed in the deepest layer of space, like a stone or a drop of water, like a dead object, not moving once in ten years, not cultivating once, devoid of any sign of life.

In such a state, even another Sword Soul Sword Cultivator couldn’t find him in the slightest.

Time flowed by like water, and imperceptibly, twenty more years passed.

This time was enough for a baby to grow into a cornerstone of society, with a mature worldview and values, becoming a social pillar.

Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain gained a batch of disciples, with hundreds of thousands of excellent talents and jade converging from all corners, thrown into the Blood Prison to fight, with only the final hundred becoming true disciples of Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain.

The deceased were not wasted; they would become fierce ghosts and zombies of excellent quality, adding a subtle depth to the Blood Lake.

All these matters operated normally.

This Demon Sect operated as usual, much like countless days and nights over the past hundred thousand years, without any surprises.

At a certain moment,

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, with blazing white flames burning in his pupils, gazing into the distance.

There, a beam of bloodlight filled with a bloody aura was flying towards the Blood Lake, with a heavy oppressive force, filled with demonic intent, as if it were the lord of billions of Blood Ghosts, the Hell Demon King.

He flew in openly and honestly.

This was his sect, the place where he had peacefully cultivated for tens of thousands of years, with no reason to hide.

Blood Lake True Venerable!

At this moment, across the tens of thousands of kilometers of land, space underwent an exceedingly subtle change, covering the human world, a change so slight that even a Refining Nothingness cultivator wouldn’t be able to detect it.

“Wanlei is cunning, returning to the sect at the first moment.”

“His sect’s grand formation is a threat; I must destroy the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect within a few hundred years, acquiring enough Blood Puppets, including the Void Refining Living Puppets. The ones above don’t have much patience, and the Mud Swamp can also be used. Once I borrow that particular treasure, there’s no possibility of him escaping again…”

Countless thoughts raced within the Blood Lake Ancestor’s mind.

The warnings of the Immortal Artifact Sect’s Tributor were completely ignored by him, as nothing could obstruct his ambitions at this peak stage of Void Refinement, with at most five to six thousand years of lifespan remaining.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

“Who?”

“Who is there?!”

The Blood Lake Ancestor shouted sternly.

With killing intent as cold as ice, he stared dead ahead.

The sect’s Blood Lake, which was nearby, had unknowingly become infinitely distant, as if it were far in the Nine Heavens, no longer visible.

Amidst this, the silhouette of a green-clothed youth became increasingly clear.

“Blood Lake,”

“Where have you been?”

The green-clothed youth’s voice was gentle, speaking slowly: “I’ve been waiting for you for thirty years, doing nothing for those thirty years but waiting for you, this is my first time waiting for someone for so long.”

“What have you been busy with recently?”

He asked casually, like an acquaintance striking up a conversation by the roadside.