Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 752 - 733: Taoist Name: Immortal Chengyang

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Taking advantage of the sudden epiphany that hadn't entirely faded, Jiang Ding hastily recorded it.

Using Divine Sense as a pen and the Sea of Consciousness as paper, he continuously wrote and drew, filling a large area in his Sea of Consciousness with disordered, unorganized content over the course of more than a month.

Upon closer inspection, it contained Sword Dao, gold-element magic, and some principles of the "Daily Pursuit Heavenly Soul Locking Skill" uniquely devised by the Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch.

There was also a plethora of other, confusing items: plants and minerals from within the Xianmen domain, scenes he witnessed in his youth, some knowledge about electromagnetism...

If an Immortal of Nascent Soul were to enter this region of the Sea of Consciousness, they would instantly feel dizzy and tormented by the conflicting information, so much so that they would feel like vomiting blood.

"...I can't make heads or tails of it either."

After Jiang Ding finished writing and reviewing the formulas, data, and insights that ebbed and flowed in this part of the Sea of Consciousness, he too was embarrassed.

The mess was akin to being tossed into a pile of garbage.

Unlike the fledgling shape of the Destroying Golden Sword, this was, frankly, a bizarre reverie, and it was hard to tell if there was anything of value.

"Send it to the Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch; who knows, it might inspire something. Maybe I can get credited as the second or third author."

Jiang Ding sighed, collected the Sea of Consciousness, bundled the information into a package, copied it, and sent it through the Xianmen network.

No response.

At this point in time, the Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch was probably still in re-education; not yet recreation time, no internet connection.

"The first Sword Intent Cultivator is born, and soon there will be a second, a third... and in no time at all, dozens more will spring up like bamboo after rain.

This is inevitable, a natural law, an outburst after accumulation."

"My path prospers..."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and with each breath, he inhaled and exhaled vast amounts of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence, entering a state of cultivation.

"Ding ding ding..."

Just as he had closed his eyes, a phone call came in, the ringing harsh to the ear.

Jiang Ding had a look of helplessness.

Apart from his mother and sister, there were only a few other people who could directly reach him through his closed-off state with a phone call.

It was from Zhang Junsheng.

"Jiang Ding!"

"Jiang Ding, Jiang Ding, hurry and turn on the TV!"

As the call connected, Zhang Junsheng's voice came through, straining to suppress his jubilance but refusing to reveal anything, repeatedly urging.

"Alright."

Jiang Ding gave the room a glance and had a rough idea of what it was about.

He rummaged in his Storage Jade Pendant for a while and pulled out a big screen television set with its own power source, placing it in front of him.

"Has it been some years since I bought this TV?

I bought it when I was still in the mining district's dormitory, haven't used it for many years, at that time..."

Some complex emotions emerged in Jiang Ding's heart, but he quickly regained control.

"More than a hundred years, I wonder if it has any rusted or damaged parts?"

Scanning the interior of the TV set with Divine Sense, Jiang Ding indeed found many parts had become extremely fragile, with bits of rubber that would crumble into powder upon the slightest touch, and rust was everywhere.

His Storage Jade Pendant was of a higher grade, capable of containing living things, so there was oxygen inside.

"Swindler."

Jiang Ding cursed.

But he was wrongfully accusing the vendor.

Back then, he had picked a random electronics store on the streets of Xiandu to purchase his goods, and the store owner's grandson was probably already turned to ashes by now.

The TV was made for mortals and wasn't supposed to last over a hundred years without breaking down, especially since it often went unused for decades at a time—no quality could withstand such treatment.

It was normal for it to be broken, far exceeding its designed lifespan.

"Hurry up and fix it!"

"Don't dawdle! Time is passing!"

Seeing him like this, Zhang Junsheng became anxious and kept urging, "Or just use Divine Sense to connect to the internet; hurry up and tune into the Xianmen channel, and check the news broadcast."

"No, that lacks a sense of ceremony."

Jiang Ding refused.

He scanned the parts of the television with his Divine Sense, analyzing their composition and the elements contained within.

"Copper, iron, silicon, polyethylene..."

Jiang Ding muttered the components that appeared in his Divine Sense, and with a raise of his hand, a pile of copper ore, iron ore, silicon, and other materials formed a little mountain before him, all leftovers from years of Flying Sword refining, more than enough.

He exhaled Elixir Fire, using Divine Sense and Mana as a furnace, and began the refining process.

An Immortal of Nascent Soul's Divine Sense was incredibly efficient.

In no time,

Copper wires and cables materialized, followed by insulation for wires, the cathode-ray tube, TV screen, and other parts, replacing every single component of the TV set, matching the original in appearance.

"That should do it."

He switched it on.

A flicker of light sparked, followed by the screen lighting up—no mishaps.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong ding-dong..."

He caught the news broadcast just as it began, the familiar melody echoing, unchanged for millennia.

"Dear viewers, good day. Today is Friday, the year 11320 in the lunar calendar..."

Two hosts dressed in formal Xianmen attire began to speak, with a torrent of information scrolling below.

"Teacher, can you tell me what happened?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"It's coming, don't rush. Young people need to be patient..."

Zhang Junsheng held a smug expression, unwilling to reveal any details.

"Alright."

Jiang Ding smiled faintly and waited patiently.

Golden Pill Monks have a frighteningly strong patience. After just fifteen minutes into the news broadcast, as it reached its midpoint, Jiang Ding's pupils began to focus.

"The 274th Xianmen Citizen's Congress was successfully held..."

"... Xianmen governance, in the distance, awarded twelve Immortals of Nascent Soul with Daoist titles to honor their outstanding contributions in their respective fields.

They are, amongst others, Professor Yu Shengchao from Beidou University, whose significant contributions in the field of communication via Divine Sense earned him the Xianmen's Century Science Award, granted the title of Immortal Ciyuan..."

The first one was a professor from the Communication Research Institute of Beidou University.

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"Professor Yu Shengchao is indeed a remarkable person."

Jiang Ding showed admiration, having heard of the elder's reputation and read his articles.

In simple terms, this senior and his team took the absolute advantage that Xianmen Sect already had in the domain of Immortal Path information technology and made a further leap, improving efficiency by another two percent.

This meant that, on the battlefield, Xianmen Sect's search and communication capabilities were enhanced by two percent.

In the Northern Plains, Jiang Ding could easily block the Divine Sense signals transmitted by Immortal Burning Bone and True Master Yin Jiu, thanks largely to the tireless exploration of these predecessors.

"That's right, that's right!"

Zhang Junsheng's face blossomed with a smile: "This is a once-in-a-century award ceremony, where only twelve people get this honor every hundred years. Wouldn't they have to be the top figures of their domain, one in a billion, full of rare talent and exceptional genius?"

"It is so."

Jiang Ding agreed.

The standards for Xianmen Sect to bestow a Daoist title are extremely strict; only the most outstanding twelve individuals of each century qualify.

Don't look at the fact that Immortals with Daoist titles seem to be everywhere in the universities. That's because those positions are naturally ones only the very top talents can hold, and only those with a Daoist title can reach that position, reflecting the extreme importance Xianmen Sect places on education.

"Immortal Ciyuan, congratulations."

Yuan personally hung a gold-threaded medallion, a Nascent Treasure capable of blocking a single God-transforming Level attack, around Professor Yu Shengchao's neck and offered a handshake.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Senior Yuan!"

Immortal Ciyuan's eyes reddened as he firmly grasped Yuan's hand, continuously shaking it.

This achievement was almost the crystallization of his thousand years of wisdom.

From the ignorant days of Foundation Establishment, he devoted his life to this project, with colleagues falling in battle, aging, ascending, yet he persisted on this path.

Finally, he had attained what he wished for.

As the Daoist title was bestowed, the opportunity for Divinity Transformation was also in hand; all that was left was to line up for the Sleeping Hidden Realm.

"The second, from Mulan University..."

Another white-haired old lady emerged from behind the curtains.

Jiang Ding watched attentively as another Xianmen Sect elite appeared.

"Immortal Ciyuan is one thousand and twenty years old this year," Zhang Junsheng suddenly said.

"Hmm."

Jiang Ding looked at him, puzzled.

"He's about to enter the Sleeping Hidden Realm. After the award ceremony, he will bid farewell to colleagues, friends, family... oh, he doesn't have that part, a thousand-year-old bachelor."

Then he will be in slumber, waiting two thousand years until it's his turn for the Divinity Transformation opportunity."

Zhang Junsheng's expression was complicated.

"His position in the queue... is quite far back, even beyond mine, by two hundred places."

"Two thousand years might still not be enough..."

He stopped speaking and sighed wistfully.

Jiang Ding was silent too.

Was Immortal Ciyuan strong? Talented? Lacking in experience?

Of course, he was strong!

This is a fierce figure who has taken the domain-overlord legacy of the Immortal Path even further!

But history had even more people like him, some even more fierce, all waiting in line. Naturally, Immortal Ciyuan could only do the same.

The Immortal Path education of Xianmen Sect was too advanced.

No wonder there are so many extreme hawks in every industry. Without a war, they would create various major battles to fight. Death was not really an issue; it was something that was bound to happen.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Monarchs and the Central Array Spirit Computer holding them back, Xianmen Sect would have long since collapsed.

"The sixth, from Qingfeng University, Professor Zhang Junsheng of the Great Sun Relic Rescue Excavation Major!"

The announcer's voice was full of passion.

"Professor Zhang Junsheng, in the process of excavating the Great Sun Sword Pavilion ruins, rescued many technologies that were on the verge of being lost, greatly enhancing the Immortal Path foundation of Xianmen Sect. He even facilitated the birth of Domain-Level results, saving millions of Xianmen Soldiers, contributing immensely to the expansion of Xianmen Sect's Thirteenth Small World."

"Additionally, Professor Zhang's articles published in 'Cultivators' magazine..."

The host listed the various contributions of the award recipient.

In the news broadcast, Zhang Junsheng appeared calm and composed, sauntering up to the stage, standing before Xianmen Sect ruler Yuan, and bowing respectfully.

"Look at that, our mentor indeed."

Jiang Ding marveled: "Not swayed by material joy, nor by personal sorrow, he has reached the realm of the ancient sages."

"You flatter me, truly."

"It's all trivial. If you youngsters learn a bit more and hone yourselves further, you can reach heights like mine too," Zhang Junsheng said modestly on the phone.

"To honor Professor Zhang Junsheng's contributions, Xianmen Sect bestows upon Professor Zhang the title of Immortal Chengyang!"

"Immortal Chengyang, congratulations."

Xianmen Sect ruler Yuan hung the Nascent Treasure medallion around Zhang Junsheng's neck, congratulating him.

"Thank you, Senior Yuan..."

Zhang Junsheng could no longer maintain his composure, tears streaming down, sobbing uncontrollably, covering his eyes with his hands.

He was even more pitiful than Immortal Ciyuan from Beidou University!

At least Immortal Ciyuan was a popular professor in the Divine Sense Communication major with top-notch benefits in all aspects.

His own major, the Great Sun Relic Rescue Excavation, was an extremely unpopular one, with benefits so low they were outrageous, and virtually no chance at Divinity Transformation opportunities.

He was not even adept at fighting on the battlefield, not as much as his dormitory brother, Immortal Dinghai.

In the still of the night, he often thought about his end at twelve hundred years, with no hope of Divinity Transformation, and silently wept.

"Congratulations,"

"Congratulations, Immortal Chengyang!"

Jiang Ding saluted solemnly and with utmost reverence toward the elder on the other end of the phone.

"I wish, Immortal Chengyang, that many years from now, you break through Divinity Transformation, step into Refining Nothingness, and glimpse the True Immortal Path!"

"May your name be passed down through the timeless age of Xianmen Sect!"

Truly deserving of the name Chengyang!

Without the "Great Sun Sword Cultivation Method," without the "Great Sun Golden Core Secret Technique," without years of digging, translating the heritage of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion day after day.

Without these, how could there be the Sword Dao of Xianmen Sect today?

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