Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1505: 1473 Ancient God Ancestor Master

Chapter 1505: Chapter 1473 Ancient God Ancestor Master

Jiang Ding stood still in place.

After a long time.

“Fine, this little risk must be taken.”

Jiang Ding sighed softly: “An Eighth-rank treasure, worn down by hundreds of thousands of years, also attacked and restrained by dozens of Unity Realm cultivators, the formation has been breached in many places.”

“That’s just how it is, if there were still forces beyond the Unity Realm, there’s nothing more to say.”

He did not hesitate anymore and stepped inside.

The heavenly light around him changed, flickered, and it was yet another sky.

This was a dark and heavy world, with a cold wind. The sky was oppressively black, and the earth was shrouded in a black fog, obscuring the future ahead.

Jiang Ding’s gaze first fell upon the center.

There stood a tablet resembling a black stone pillar, reaching from earth to sky, piercing through the nine heavens above. Carved upon it was a line of words, spreading a deep sense of sorrow, remaining unvanquished over hundreds of thousands of years.

‘The Spirit Tablet of the Ancient God Ancestor Master.’

This was the spirit tablet of the founding ancestor of the Ancient Divine Path, the Ancient God Heavenly People, a great existence that created a domain within which the Human Race could survive.

Jiang Ding slightly bowed in salute.

Beneath the spirit tablet of the Ancient God Ancestor Master, there were many smaller tablets, belonging to the ancient worthies of the Ancient Divine Path. Unity Realm cultivators among them, the strongest aura came from the second and third generation Daoist Masters of the Ancient Divine Path.

The fourth-generation Daoist Master had no tablet.

It must have been that the fall of the Ancient Divine Path was too sudden, and there wasn’t enough time.

Jiang Ding gazed at the spirit tablet of the Ancient God Ancestor Master, and vaguely, his vision blurred, presenting a scene.

A short dwarf cultivator with an ugly face, despised by his clansmen, hunted by alien races, yet indifferent, deriving happiness from himself, unrelated to anyone else.

His life was always unlucky, as a loose cultivator with no cultivation method, no magic, no elixir, and treasure, cultivation was exceedingly difficult, yet he did not mind, taking step after step.

He often encountered misfortune, hunted by his kin, victim of murder for treasure, narrowly escaping with his life, gravely wounded and near death, resources depleted.

He did not blame heaven nor complain about fate’s unfairness. Once slightly healed, he resumed optimism, contemplating revenge only after realm advancement. If the realm never advanced, he’d never pursue it.

Sometimes chased by alien races, meant to be used as a snack, he meticulously hid away.

There were times he became an alien race’s slave. Fortunately, he did not die immediately. He diligently performed all the duties of a servant, carefully gauging the master’s intentions, earning the master’s favor, and when the time was ripe, broke free of restrictions, executed those who needed to be executed, created a false death scenario, successfully escaped.

After escaping, he optimistically continued cultivation…

He was undoubtedly extremely clever, incredibly talented. Even without good inheritance, he could continuously explore and learn, freeing himself from the demon race’s restrictions.

He continuously learned and grew. Even though extremely careful and cautious, he often encountered life-and-death crises because he lacked any racial protection.

With talent and much luck, he slowly grew into a Nascent Soul monk.

Finally, one day, he felt a certain disturbance in his heart, vaguely sensing changes in the depths of his bloodline, something within these changes sought something from the Cosmic Heavenly Dao, an earth-shattering inheritance appeared in his sea of consciousness.

This was a structure, a knowledge, a reincarnation, something involving the divine soul.

He named this knowledge derived from his bloodline “Reincarnation Cycle!”

This was not a cultivation method, not magic, just a structural, essential knowledge, how to use it depended solely on oneself.

This day, the Ancient God Ancestor Master enlightened the Dao.

He comprehended something called ‘Reincarnation Cycle’ from his bloodline. He used secret techniques to dissolve his body, refining his divine soul into a ‘reincarnation seed,’ reincarnating into the bloodline of surrounding strong clans, erasing the tender soul of the embryo, replacing it.

Once he grew strong enough to surpass this strong clan, he would immediately and effortlessly annihilate them, with secret techniques cleansing the longing in his heart, restoring himself.

This annihilation did not involve his own hands but guided internal turmoil and external enemy invasion, naturally leading to destruction.

This sort of thing was common throughout the domains.

Thus, through constant reincarnation, constant growth, undergoing many dangers, many opportunities, he finally achieved the status of a Refining Nothingness Cultivator. He looked toward the future, believing he would surely achieve Unity Realm.

As for more, there was no way of achieving it. He could only do this much; the inheritance was too weak, spontaneously generating and deducing the Immortal Path was exceedingly difficult; beyond Unity Realm, one could see through the reincarnation state of the seed, making it impossible for him to reincarnate into such strong clans.

However, one day, he encountered an object.

A broken arm.

This broken arm flew in from beyond the heaven and landed beside him, countless distortions and mutations flooded into his divine soul, innumerable strange and chaotic knowledge crammed into his sea of consciousness, disrupting everything.

From that point onwards, the Ancient God Ancestor Master began growing at a more rapid pace…

Until he became a being above Unity Realm, the strongest in the world community, without an enemy to be found.

Then, he suddenly died.

Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.

He seemed to feel a thread of kindness from the nether, then intense malice, greedy desire.

“That arm…”

“Is…”

Jiang Ding just wanted to inquire when in the next moment, everything in his divine soul was empty, forgetting everything related, standing there dumbfounded.

“What happened back then?”

Jiang Ding pondered, thinking it was unimportant, and turned to his purpose, asking.

“Little friend, you have the Ancient God Order, correct?”

That hoarse voice returned.

“Yes.”

Jiang Ding pulled a token from his storage jade pendant.

This was acquired thousands of years ago, after breaching the Seventh-rank Yama Hell Equality King Yin Yang Inversion Array of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, part of the Ancient Divine Path’s inheritance.

“This is the Ancient God True Order.”

“Little friend, you can become the direct disciple of the Ancient Divine Path.”

The hoarse voice said: “After becoming a direct disciple of the Ancient Divine Path, you can master its supreme inheritance, easily control the war beast dao soldiers, those rebellious outer disciples.”

“Come, accept your inheritance…”

This voice was ethereal and shapeless, carrying strong temptation and guidance.

A black fingertip surfaced in the void, gently aiming at the brow of the green-clothed youth, imprinting there, injecting something as black as ink.

Ding!

This black finger collided with the tip of a flying sword, instantly pierced and collapsed into a mass of black mist.

“Could we change the approach?”

Jiang Ding suddenly said.

“For example, try directly seizing.”

“Directly invading my divine soul, attempting to control everything?”

The collapsing black mist paused.

“Caw caw caw…”

“Alas…”

The hoarse voice softly sighed: “Little friend, has this old man been trapped in the Void Spirit Abyss for so many years that his divine soul has dulled to such a degree, unable to deceive even a little fellow of thousands of years…”

“Were the flaws truly so obvious?”

He earnestly inquired.

“Indeed, they were a bit.”

“Too blatant; it seems senior has not interacted with living people for so many years, becoming somewhat unfamiliar.”

Jiang Ding comforted: “A strong one like you really needs no such tactics, just directly press with overwhelming power, who could resist?”

“Hahaha…”

The hoarse voice laughed loudly.

“Good,”

“Then let’s follow what the little friend said.”

Boom!

Instantly, the world darkened, falling into a realm of black light. Black divine soul venomous snakes emerged in the sky, carrying a terrifying aura surpassing the Heavenly Dao Rules Net, instantly enveloping the green-clothed youth.