Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 825 - 805: The Inescapable Destiny of Slaughter for the Great Sun Swordsman

The Great Void Refinement War erupted in the Outer Realm!

Not long after the top-tier forbidden nucleic weapon exploded, its brilliant explosion, like the scorching sun, appeared in the Star River. The mushroom clouds rose, destroying the world projections.

The radiation dust from the Soulless Universe filled the entire battlefield, deadening spirits, eliminating methods, and breaking laws. No matter what techniques the Cultivators employed, it was difficult to quickly clear away.

They could only let it spread into the cosmic starry sky; the use of any magic, domains, or treasures felt intensely sluggish, with their power greatly reduced.

In contrast, the main cannons of the Immortal Sect's Starry Sky Fortress maintained a steady rhythm, bombarding at a fixed frequency. The beams from the fortress's main cannons formed barriers across the sky, setting up a formation that sealed the eight most dangerous and terrifying Masters of Refining Nothingness. Even if they broke through one barrier, another would form, preventing them from drawing close.

Occasionally, when a Master of Refining Nothingness truly breached the fortress's main cannon blockade, countless forbidden nuclear weapons would rise, and numerous mushroom clouds would submerge them, forcibly pushing them back.

Indeed, the Immortal Sect Fleet seemed close enough to touch, fragile beyond measure, as if one could simply reach out to obliterate them, smashing them into a pile of scrap metal.

However, that seemingly close distance was interspersed with countless spatial faults. If one were to simply fly across, a Master of Refining Nothingness might not reach it in months.

Only by continuously breaking through, tearing apart the layers of space, could one finally reach the true location of the fleet.

This method was within the expectations of the eight great experts.

They proceeded steadily, ensuring protection against sudden attacks from the Immortal Sect Fleet, preventing a fatal crisis, while gradually dismantling the space spells around the fleet and advancing bit by bit with extreme rationality and patience.

Such was a military strategy repeatedly proven in the history of the Star Domain: to advance steadily with the overwhelming advantage of numbers and armament, without the need for clever tactics or strategems.

Without a clear chain of command, strict military laws, and unified will, attempting such would be a path to self-destruction.

In the starry sky, explosions continued, with forbidden nuclear weapons rising and falling like the blazing Sun.

From time to time, warships shattered, and great experts, with their heaven-reaching techniques and magic, crushed large numbers of the fleet through countless layers of space.

At the same time, the main cannons of the Immortal Sect's Fortress fired in unison, missing the elusive Masters of Refining Nothingness and hitting bulky Refining Void Dao Soldiers and army formations instead. Many Immortal Sect Practitioners didn't even have a chance to scream before they, along with groups of Big Trees, palaces, and Refined Corpse Giants, turned to ash.

Combat among the Masters of Refining Nothingness was cruel and terrifying. Nascent Soul Cultivators in such a battlefield had no control over life and death.

These were the initial scenes.

Towards the end, it was entirely a clash between dozens of world projections and the world projection of the Immortal Sect Army Formation. The force that was completely imperceptible to the eyes, Divine Sense, or any other means by the Lower Rank Cultivators permeated the world projections. The entire space turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

All Lower Rank Cultivators, without the protection of similar powers, in a battlefield of this level, were effectively blind and deaf; even wishing for their Divine Soul to stir was a luxury, let alone participation in the battle.

It was as if worlds were colliding!

The Masters of Refining Nothingness fought for dominance little by little. Every space, every domain, became an object of relentless combat between the two sides, like seasoned hunters with frightening patience.

By this time, Jiang Ding was no longer able to judge the situation on the battlefield. This level was too far beyond him.

Relying only on his Dao Child Level sharp Divine Soul, he faintly sensed that the Eight Great Immortal Sects were executing a very correct strategy — advancing firmly, without taking risks, pushing forward layer by layer.

If the situation continued to develop in this way, the Immortal Sect would be like lions surrounded in a spear hunt, capable of posing a life-or-death threat to two or three people, but with more surrounding them with spears, they could only retreat step by step.

Until cornered into a hopeless situation where they would be killed without being able to cause much harm to the hunters.

"Cultivate..."

Jiang Ding's heart was full of worries and concerns, yet he gradually cleared his mind of distractions.

He sat cross-legged on this incredibly terrifying battlefield, where Nascent Soul Cultivators frequently perished, and Masters of Refining Nothingness bled in battle, quietly absorbing the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and the Great Sun Divine Light that had been filtered of harmful substances from the universe.

It had always been so over the years.

The war had slowed his Cultivation somewhat, but not by much. It was during these spare moments that he gradually amassed Mana, enhancing his Cultivation Base, steadily nearing the peak of the Golden Pill.

The outside world was in turmoil, none of which concerned him at the time.

He cultivated with undivided attention, absorbing the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence, transforming it into an accumulation of Mana, and occasionally refining the Taiqing Flying Sword. With Sword Intent and Divine Sense, and by adding synthetic Gengjin number ten and Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, he meticulously inscribed the Great Sun Divine Prohibitions on the blade, enhancing his Life Flying Sword.

As of today, nearly fifty years had passed, and without realizing it, his Lake of Heart had accumulated a lot of deep red hues which occasionally surfaced, emitting a wild, chaotic killing intent.

This was the inherent flaw in the lineage of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion after exterminating the Moon Vein!

It could not be escaped, nor could it be eliminated.

This was also an important reason why the Great Sun Sword Cultivation tirelessly hunted strong adversaries to slay, indiscriminate of friends or foes, regardless of past grievances.

Weaklings were not enough, no matter how many there were, they were of no use.

Just like Jiang Ding, who, for years after Zhong Yuanzi and the Ten Kings, had not encountered an opponent worthy of battle.

There were many like the Golden Pills from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's Inner Sect or core Golden Pills who were hailed as elites in a nation, a Minor Thousand World, exceptional geniuses seen once in hundreds of years.

But in reality, when they faced him, they couldn't even withstand the natural overflow of Sword Qi from the Taiqing Flying Sword, and were instantly obliterated, both body and Divine Soul.

Such Cultivators couldn't even slightly reduce the frantic killing intent accumulated in the Taiqing Flying Sword during its refinement process. Instead, it made it all the more tedious, and the killing intent brimmed over, longing to meet an opponent like Zhong Yuanzi once again.

This was an unsolvable dilemma.

The inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion was established based on this very flaw.

It could even be said that if a genius of extraordinary talent were to mend this flaw, the legacy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion would instantly fall a level, becoming like the Daymoon Sword Pavilion, similar to the Moon Vein and the Eight Great Immortal Sects, losing its Sword Dao's edge that was indestructible and born from death.

The battle of Refinement Void never ceased.

Unwittingly,

Another three years passed.

Underneath the Sun God Wood, the young man cultivated obliviously, with a radiant Blue-Gold Flying Sword in front of him, its whole body a reddish hue, reaching a critical state under the focused Great Sun Light and the flames of the Sun Flame Crystals.

His Divine Sense and Sword Intent used Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, synthetic Gengjin number ten, and a Little Mountain of uranium-235 as ink to gradually inscribe the Great Sun Divine Prohibition in the Taiqing Flying Sword.

As of today, there were already eleven gleaming Great Sun Heavenly Gang Divine Prohibitions, with the spirituality of the Great Sun, their forms like planets composed of Great Sun runes, spontaneously absorbing Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence.

They orbited within the Taiqing Flying Sword like stars, every slight change affecting the weather and clouds within a hundred miles of the outside world.

At this moment, Jiang Ding was meticulously drawing the twelfth Great Sun Heavenly Gang Prohibition.

With every stroke he made,

The aura of the Taiqing Flying Sword grew stronger, its body humming with sound, and its sharpness climbing continuously.

The completion of the twelfth Great Sun Heavenly Gang Divine Prohibition and the ascension of the Taiqing Flying Sword to a premier Nascent Treasure was not far off.