Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 803 - 784 Swordsman Born With the Aura of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, Which Has Lasted for Hundreds of Thousands of Years

The lives of elites and powerful warriors,

to a Sword Cultivator, present the supreme opportunity!

"Utter madness…"

"It makes me want to just grab any powerful person and kill them without worrying about friend or foe, the situation, just keep on killing, endlessly…"

A hint of deep red appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes.

This wasn't an influence of sword refining, but purely a strong greed manifesting outwardly, visible to anyone.

"No, don't."

"You'll die."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, evaluated his own heart, and gradually cleared the sudden burst of avarice from his Divine Soul, "Even if a Sword Cultivator craves strength from powerful warriors and seeks substantial progress in Sword Intent, this kind of madness, this being lost in slaughter is not good, clearly abnormal."

"Cultivators need some inner conviction to maintain stability and go far."

"Relying solely on slaughter, sooner or later one will fall into madness, hit a bottleneck, self-destruct, or halt progress."

Sword Cultivators, born from the battlefields of races, walk a deviant path, are too erratic and perilous.

Without an external enemy, purely Sword Dao-oriented sects and Sword Dao cultivators will implode, fracture; without adversaries, they themselves will create them. This is not the orthodox path.

Jiang Ding introspected for a long time before opening his eyes.

Briefly calculating the time, only a few breaths had passed; the war had just begun to transition into the next phase, far less dramatic than the earth-shattering changes that had occurred in the Sea of Consciousness.

Scanning the battlefield.

Twenty-four Air-Space Group fleets were guarding his side, while the rest were clearing the battlefield, bombarding all cultivators who wouldn't surrender.

Cultivators from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace were fleeing everywhere, occasionally fighting over paths, in absolute chaos.

Among them, a large number of lower-tier Foundation-building cultivators surrendered.

They had no particular loyalty to Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, felt no burden in surrendering, and since they were minor characters, the Spirit Soul Restrictions were simple; the Immortal Sect Fleet could easily suppress any outbreaks and releasing them required no great effort.

As for the Golden Pill Monks, many surrendered too, having previously circumvented the Spirit Soul Restrictions and made various covert indications until they confirmed the Immortal Sects were willing to accept their surrender and also willing to exert force to suppress the restrictions.

Xuanwu Heavenly Palace is typically a sect belonging to a select few, with very weak cohesion. In times of disadvantage, very few still resisted against the tide.

However, this didn't include the core disciples and higher members of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.

Whether moved by sentiment for the sect or the sublime restrictions of the Heavenly Palace, core disciples like Wood King and others used their means to desperately flee, without any intention of surrendering.

The group fleet's artillery boomed mightily, Spirit Particle Sonar waves scanned all around, bombarding time and again. Without the support of the Army Formation, individuals like Wood King held little resistance, and only one or two managed to escape.

"Xuanwu Heavenly Palace indeed has many pillars of support, huh."

Jiang Ding said indifferently, his hand on his sword hilt.

Yet, he didn't look toward the one or two fleeing kings of the Heavenly Palace; rather, his gaze was cast far away, onto a chessboard of black and white, thirty-six white pieces vertical, thirty-six black pieces horizontal.

Upon it, a deep and distinct sword mark was very clear.

Zhong Yuanzi's Life Treasure, the Innate Eight Trigrams chessboard, a Refinement Void Level Tools embryo!

"Xuanwu Daoist..."

Jiang Ding showed a wary expression and did not step forward to collect his spoils of war.

Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, with its very special setup, had a Daoist for each realm, and these Daoists were not divinely appointed but chosen as earth-shattering talents nurtured from a young age.

But rather, it came through slaughter, through devouring, from the undeniably strongest!

So, how does Xuanwu Heavenly Palace ensure its Daoists are not weaker, maybe even stronger than other Immortal Sect's Daoists, and have the potential to ascend to the Refinement Void level in the future?

You should know that from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Taiqing Spirit Iron to the Five Elements Heaven Sect Five Elements Void Copper and the Green Wood Immortal Sect's Green Wood Heavenly Seeds, each one is a world-shaking divine object, integrated into the Daoist's Divine Soul from a young age, cultivated day and night, promoting mutual growth.

This is why miracles of Daoists suppressing Realms occur throughout the world.

This cannot be compensated by mere ruthlessness, bloodiness or battle talent.

The solution of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace is to refine and pass down the seeds of Xuanwu Divine Court!

Jiang Ding had once read related materials.

In the texts of the Immortal Sect regarding research on Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's Daoists, a phrase appears extensively.

"Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's Daoists are not mere Daoists, but the seeds of Xuanwu Divine Court, incrementally slow, but perpetually strengthening."

"Cultivators are merely temporary bearers, not owners," he said.

Thus, Jiang Ding gazed at the chessboard, pondering many things.

"Young friend,"

a voice, ancient and kind, sounded in his Divine Soul.

Jiang Ding was suddenly startled.

Everything in the world leaves a trace.

Whether it is Spirit Consciousness Messaging, sound transmission, or text, every piece of information must have a medium; this is an obvious natural law.

But this voice appeared suddenly.

There was no sound, no fluctuation of Spirit Consciousness, no image; it just abruptly emerged in the Sea of Consciousness, known to him.

Jiang Ding's expression fluctuated.

A moment later,

he took a deep breath and respectfully said, "Junior has seen the senior."

"Senior?"

"Hahaha..."

The ancient, kind voice chuckled, "Haven't you always called me that old geezer, or the undying old man of Xuanwu Tiangong?"

"That was a bad lead from Yuan and Divine Machine, those two naughty boys."

Jiang Ding felt even more wary and remained silent.

This was already the limit.

His Dao Child-level Divine Soul was sending out frantic warnings.

Danger!

Danger!

Quickly get away!

Don't do anything, don't say anything; all these are touching the abyss of danger. A moment's inattention might lead to a fall, an eternal descent, or even mere observation might influence, causing unknown anomalies in the Divine Soul.

No response was given.

The ancient, kind voice echoed in the Sea of Consciousness.

"Young friend, you truly have an exceptional talent."

The old voice continued, unbothered by such disrespect, still kind: "In this world, there is talk of destiny, not the destiny dismissed as superstition by the Eastern Devil School, but the technique passed down from True Immortals."

"The Heavenly Palace holds a fragmented text called 'Destiny', brought from the homeland by the Ancestor Master."

"It states that men have destinies, all being have destinies, heaven and earth have destinies; these are the three destinies."

The old voice instructed the junior earnestly.

"The Great Sun Sword Pavilion once had a dominion across the realm, which is a kind of destiny among beings. Whenever a great power is about to rise, about to soar, under the influence of this destiny, there must arise a Son of Destiny who fulfills the ancient hopes of the ancestors of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, transcending Above Void Refinement."

"Like mortal empires, if unified, are very likely to produce a Son of Heaven who clears the universe."

Jiang Ding's heart continuously sent out warnings.

He called for help to the Starry Sky Troops, the Central Array Spirit Computer; he dared not do anything himself. In facing such a powerful being, everything is wrong, even doing nothing is wrong.

"Jiang, my young friend, you are the Son of the Sword of Destiny, the culmination of decades of Sword Dao destiny accumulated by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion."

The old voice solemnly declared.

"According to calculations using the Innate Eight Trigrams, it was almost certain that the Great Sun Sword Pavilion would unify the realm. All of us had already despaired when the anomaly of the Eastern Devil School from beyond the star domain appeared."

"Eventually, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion failed."

"But their Son of Destiny's sword still exists in the world."

"Over the years, all Eight Great Immortal Sects have been searching; the Green Wood Immortal Sect thought they had found him, and the Wanshou Immortal Sect believes the Son of Destiny perished with the fall of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion."

"I believe he has not perished and is close at hand."