Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 902 - 870 Dragons Beget Dragons, Phoenixes Beget Phoenixes (I'll make up for it tonight, just one chapter)

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Just now, there were nine daoist disciples here, and over a thousand core disciples from the Immortal Sects.

Now, not a single one remains.

A vast emptiness stretches all around.

"You... have gone too far!"

Jiang Ding stood dumbfounded for a moment, extremely angry.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

His body merged with his sword, and with a swoosh, he chased after the direction of the Yin Yang Yunxu Shuttle. His Sword Escape Light was like threads of silk, moving along the paths of space, faintly embodying the undying intent that perfectly harmonized with the spiritual magnetic field of the Yin Yang Void, his speed alarmingly fast.

Even the Yin Yang Yunxu Shuttle, a treasured artifact of the Immortal Sects that contained the essence of time and operated by people like the Heavenly Calculator Daoist, couldn't shake him off in the environment of the Yin Yang Void. It was followed closely like a persistent infection.

Two streaks of Escape Light, one chasing the other.

The one in front was hazy, shaped like the shuttle, blending with time and space, and in a flash, it could escape to a far distance—while the other was sharp, scorching hot, like threads of silk, concealing an undying breath within.

The two streaks of Escape Light chased each other within the chaotic world of the Yin Yang Void, refusing to let go.

"Too much bullying, too much bullying!"

"Utterly arrogant!"

Inside the Yin Yang Yunxu Shuttle, the Daoist Wanshou became furious, "Does he really think we can't beat him? We have a seventy percent confidence of slaying him! It's just that the Immortal Path cherishes life, and we don't want to take the risk, that's all."

"Still not giving up?"

"This damned thing!"

The surrounding daoists also showed expressions of great annoyance.

They thought they had been accommodating enough, had already retreated three feet away, disregarding the face and dignity of a daoist disciple, letting it fall to the ground to be trampled upon by others.

Wasn't it good enough that everyone searched for opportunities peacefully within the Yin Yang Void?

Why must there be fighting and killing?

Those sword cultivators simply defied all reason!

"I can't take it anymore, let's turn back and fight!"

"There's nothing to fear."

Yu Qianzi urged, "It's just Undying Sword Qi, I know it too, it's not that invincible."

"By being so faint-hearted, aren't you worried about your Dao Hearts?"

She silently cursed them.

If only she were stronger than she was now, no, if only she had the Taiyin Flying Sword refined from Taiqing Spirit Iron, she could now go back and fight alone, without dragging along these cowards.

The Heavenly Calculator Daoist was tempted.

"Don't go back."

"It's just face, if you lose it, you can pick it up again."

"If he wants to chase, let him chase. We can use the Yin Yang Yunxu Shuttle, with the Taoist of Five Elements here, are we afraid of his consumption?"

An Tuzi, Ji Liuyue, Shadow Demon, and others unanimously said, completely unconcerned.

"You..."

The Heavenly Calculator Daoist couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

"Alas!"

He sighed deeply.

"If the Ancestor Masters of past generations, all the daoist disciples, knew we acted like this... Alas, it's really shameful!"

"After this, I will no longer be able to raise my head and walk into the Ancestor Temple to worship the Ancestor Masters."

If we were truly no match then that would be fine, but now when we clearly had so much advantage, to act like this is truly unspeakable.

The Heavenly Calculator Daoist despaired.

"It's not that serious."

"Heavenly Calculator Daoist Brother, you're upset."

The Taoist of Five Elements, An Tuzi, smiled and comforted, "The Ancestor Masters are our own people, like parents. We shouldn't deify them too much.

They also had their youth, regular daoist disciples with noses and eyes. Faced with such a situation, they'd probably react much like us."

"Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes."

"To have a succeeding disciple like myself shows that they couldn't have been that much better in their youth, it's just that after Refining Nothingness, for the honored, history remains silent."

An Tuzi spoke brazenly, with his own twisted logic, without any sense of shame, his Dao Heart terrifyingly stable.

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"Indeed."

"That makes sense, that makes sense."

"Fellow Daoist An Tuzi, perhaps also has some genuinely insightful views."

These words immediately elicited many voices of agreement, even Daoist Wanshou nodded his head, reining in his anger, and mockingly referred to the Taoist of Five Elements as a rabbit, still harboring a grudge over the other's hasty retreat from the battle last time.

"A rabbit? Rabbits are good, alert, and wise, not competing with others."

An Tuzi laughed heartily.

He was self-confident, always appearing benevolent.

With this, Daoist Wanshou found it inappropriate to continue with his barbed words and mockery, feeling somewhat disinterested internally.

Two streaks of escape light, one chasing the other, the pursuit had already continued for several days.

Without employing any methods such as burning essence blood to burst forth with potential, the speed of the Yin Yang Yunxu Shuttle remained unchanged, neither quick nor slow, just like several days prior.

The trailing bluegold escape light, however, had slowed down a bit, gradually losing speed over time.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Jiang Dingxin felt a halt in his escape light within.

He stopped, looking at the increasingly distant Yin Yang Yunxu Shuttle, keenly sensing danger.

If he kept going like this, continuing to consume energy, once he was down to half his mana, or even less, he would find himself in a certain deadly predicament.

"Farewell!"

"Jiang Dingzi, I won't see you off any further."

Qingmu Daoist Ji Liuyue waved his hand elegantly, his black hair flying backwards, looking like a fairy floating in the forest, beautiful and spirited.

"Farewell... You really are very good."

Jiang Ding's eyelid twitched, speechless.

He turned and left.

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Jiang Ding returned with a face full of dejection.

Immortal Gulin and the others had found a massive meteorite and were busily breaking through the tough exterior, comparable in hardness to third-rank Spiritual Gold, to mine within it. Soon, a wisp of grey fog, scattered throughout the hundreds of kilometers of the meteorite revealing the Yin Yang Creation Qi, was unearthed.

They excavated carefully, like archaeologists, fearful of any damage that could ruin the integrity of this strand of Yin Yang Creation Qi.

According to records, once damaged or lacking, the value of a strand of Yin Yang Creation Qi would plummet by more than ninety percent instantaneously.

"Jiang Ding, how did it go? Didn't win?"

Immortal Gulin asked curiously, then offered comforting words: "It's good that you could escape back here. After all, they are the Nine Great Daoists, they won't dare to fight to the death with us."

"Even if it comes to a fight to the death, we might not lack the chance of victory, because I brought over sixty fourth-order Forbidden Nuclear Weapons."

She had not been able to keep up with the speed of the Great Sun Swordsman at all before.

"No."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly, not wanting to elaborate.

"The Yin Yang Creation Qi has been found, everything went smoothly, although there were some differences from our initial estimates, they weren't significant."

Seeing this, Immortal Gulin changed the subject: "Once we modify the search instrument's program data, we can greatly improve the efficiency of searching for Yin Yang Creation Qi."

"If everything goes well, we should all be able to condense a Superior Nascent Soul."

"Okay."

Jiang Ding nodded, closed his eyes to rest, recovering the extensively consumed mana within his elixir field.

Several days later.

"We succeeded!"

"No mistakes at all, we are still very strong. The Inheritance Disciples and core disciples of the Nine Great Immortal Sects are definitely no match for us in this sort of precise work."

With cheers resounding, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

"Jiang Ding, the first strand of Yin Yang Creation Qi has been collected."

Immortal Gulin walked over, handing him a jade box. Opening it, a wisp of grey fog containing Chaos Qi, alive and moving as if it had a will of its own, was revealed; the Formation Method inside the box prevented it from leaking out.

"According to the rules and regulations, the first strand is yours."

"No need, let's delay it."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, continuing to recover his mana.

The Yin Yang Creation Qi, his Life Flying Sword had already accumulated eighty-one strands, which was the limit; further increase was impossible, making it useless to him.

After his mana was recovered, his next step would be to approach the Daoist disciples.

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