Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 883 - 852: Swords Swords Swords Swords... Son?

A sword swept through, and the heads of six Golden Wing King Clan Demon Monarchs flew into the air, each severed into two by a single stroke.

The demon race, famed for their invincible law bodies gilded in gold light, indestructible by countless calamities, appeared no different than paper mache beneath the sword.

"This is..."

"This is Refining Sword into Silk, Refining Sword into Silk!"

True Master Void Square had completely forgotten everything else, intently gazing at that gentle, willow-fluff-like sword-light, he finally confirmed and began shouting incessantly, like a believer who had arrived at the most sacred hall of the Supreme Being, almost moved to prostrate in worship.

"It's no wonder then."

"No wonder."

True Master Void Square muttered to himself.

Refining Sword into Silk!

What kind of Sword Dao realm is that?

These six Golden Wing King Clan Demon Monarchs perishing under this sword was truly the fortune they had cultivated over eight lifetimes, a fate destined for them, to endure without any possibility of escape.

One should know, even Immortal Jianyang had barely stepped into the threshold of Sword Qi Thunder Sound, having traveled only a distance within it and far from reaching its peak.

And with that, he could be called the strongest in the Northern Plains.

"Void Square,"

"I have an account here, can you help me calculate it?"

Jiang Ding collected the corpses of the six great Demon Monarchs and came before True Master Void Square. With a slight smile, warm and amiable, he seemed like the sunny young man from next door.

"Fellow Daoist, of course I can."

True Master Void Square had already secretly sent for help with a talisman, and now squeezed out a smile, presenting the storage bag with both hands, "Fellow Daoist saved me, such a great kindness, this modest gift cannot convey my full gratitude."

"If Fellow Daoist can wait a little longer, I have treasures, spirit stones, and heavenly materials and earthly treasures several times more than this in my cave mansion, and I can bring them all as well, to thank you for your great kindness."

His posture was extremely humble.

This man could slay himself along with his Nascent Soul with a single sword stroke, without needing any excess items.

"It's not much, just two things,"

Jiang Ding didn't even glance at the offered storage bag, indifferently saying, "Two hundred and seven years ago, outside the secret realm of the Luoxu Sect, you and the Heaven Transformation Immortal of the Six Paths Sect and the Divine Crow Immortal jointly besieged me, putting me in a life-and-death crisis and causing severe damage to my path of cultivation."

"One hundred and seventy-five years ago, Immortal Burning Bone of your sect suddenly attacked me because of the Scorching Sun Spirit Copper trap, causing me fright for no reason."

"How will you compensate for these?"

"Burning Bone and the Yin Dove were both killed by you?"

True Master Void Square was taken aback.

Jiang Ding calmly looked at him.

"Good kill!"

"That traitor undermined the foundation of our Sword Sect, using the seed of Sword Intent for sword refining; a sin deserving of thousands of deaths!"

True Master Void Square spoke righteously and indignantly.

"As for compensation, Fellow Daoist, how about I use all my belongings for restitution?"

True Master Void Square said apologetically with a forced smile.

No answer came.

The air was deathly still.

"Forget it, I'll take it myself."

Jiang Ding sighed.

He reached out his hand and gently placed it on True Master Void Square's forehead. His Divine Sense and Sword Intent surged in, abruptly intruding into his Sea of Consciousness, searching for everything he needed.

"You want to Soul Search?!"

"How dare you! Absolutely not!"

True Master Void Square's eyes turned blood red, and instantly, all respect and humility were gone. He immediately detonated his Nascent Soul, roaring, "You mongrel, you have an endless feud with our sect. The Great Sun Sword Sect will avenge me!"

No matter how strong you are, a cultivator's self-detonation cannot be stopped!

"Mongrel, remember this!"

"I've already sent a message to my sect, you won't die a good death..."

The voice of True Master Void Square abruptly ceased.

In his Elixir Field, within his Divine Soul, the cultivation methods automatically operated, preventing his self-detonation, not allowing it.

For this was the Emperor's watchful gaze.

One must accept!

Even death is not permitted!

"What devil skill is this?"

True Master Void Square was filled with unprecedented fear.

He saw his Divine Soul being flipped through like pages of a book, with no resistance from the Divine Soul itself. Instead, it actively cooperated, collecting key points to display them more swiftly to the newcomer.

Sect Cultivation Methods, Swordsmanship, secret techniques, legacies—these were supposed to be guarded by strict restrictions, considered foolproof, unable to be disclosed even if he himself wanted to.

At this moment, those restrictions seemed as if they didn't exist at all.

No, not nonexistent.

They were functioning, becoming accomplices, assisting the newcomer in achieving his goal.

"What kind of devil skill could achieve this?"

"Even Sword Intent can't stop it."

True Master Void Square trembled.

In a moment of clarity from his millennium of cultivation, True Master Void Square asked himself such a question.

Immediately after, many things began to surface one after another.

They appeared extremely young.

The Holy Realm of Sword Dao of Refining Sword into Silk.

Able to easily perform Soul Searching on him, with Cultivation Methods actively cooperating.

True Master Void Square shivered.

This association triggered many unstoppable thoughts.

Tu Shan Maiden Corps.

Ten thousand eight hundred Taoist Soldiers, all Sword Cultivators.

Centuries ago, he and Heaven Transformation Immortal of Liudao Sect, Divine Crow Immortal nearly injured them; centuries later, facing him, it was a great fortune for himself just to survive.

Back then, the person entering the Luoxu Sect Secret Realm might not have been a Nascent Soul elder's avatar at all.

"Y-you-you..."

"Sword, swords-swords-swordsman?"

True Master Void Square's lips had gone pale as he shakily, tentatively asked.

In many ways, it was really similar.

But there were also dissimilarities.

Cowardly.

Very cowardly.

Immortal Tushan, from the time he appeared in the Northern Plains, was never seen by anyone. Those who did see him, people like Divine Crow Immortal and the rest, all died.

According to various sources, he wasn't bloodthirsty, no indiscriminate chaos; one could even say there was a degree of restraint in his killings.

This was completely different from before, two extremes.

The person in front of him paid him no heed, continuing to flip through the contents of the Divine Soul, disregarding the data about Cultivation Methods, mainly gathering intelligence on Great Sun Sword Sect, especially Formation Methods and legacies.

The efficiency was extremely high, and he was close to finding what he sought.

"Sword, swordsman..."

True Master Void Square dared not curse, cautiously saying, "Are you trying to find the previous generation's Dari Swordsman to kill him? Truly, he isn't here in our Sect, otherwise we wouldn't have cowered in the Northern Plains for so many years."

"He has been missing for many years."

He didn't dare to reveal everything.

At least most of the likelihood was already confirmed.

With this thought, he felt both a fiery eagerness and fear in his heart.

The eagerness was because once the Dari Swordsman came into being, he would soon become invincible in the world.

The fear was that the Dari Swordsman's ability to attract trouble was just as formidable as his strength. One day, an Upper Order Cultivator might descend from the heavens and instantly annihilate the entire Great Sun Sword Sect.

"Found it..."

At this moment, Jiang Ding's expression paused.

Great Sun Sword Sect was protected by a God-transforming Level Sword Formation, left by the previous generation Dari Swordsman before he disappeared; this was why Great Sun Sword Sect was somewhat confident in withstanding an Attack from the hordes of demons from Wanyao Valley of the West Desert.

Great Sun Sword Sect Sect Master, Immortal Jianyang, had been a Taoist Soldier of the previous Dari Swordsman many years ago, sealed by a flick of the hand to oversee the Sect, and had lived until now.

A question arose in Jiang Ding's mind.

Could the Formation Method of the previous generation Dari Swordsman recognize the aura of the archenemy of the Sect, the "All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra" from Eastern Devil School?