Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

```

Over three hundred Golden Pill Monks walked while they practiced their Formation Methods.

With the addition of three quasi-Nascent Soul Cultivators, controlling the formation became less difficult. As they continued to practice, the formation gradually reached proficiency.

The Changes of the Eight Diagrams rotated smoothly and flawlessly, and even without the control of another force, they were viable for use—at the very least, they wouldn't be defeated by a Nascent Soul Monk in a single move.

After more than ten days,

The grand and magnificent Ancestor Temple of the Falling Void Sect appeared before everyone's eyes.

Jiang Ding gazed at the great hall in front of him.

Ancient, solemn, and dignified.

The incense cloud qi above the temple had been swirling around since countless years before the past ten thousand years, accepting the worship of Falling Void Sect Cultivators from generation to generation without interruption.

Until ten thousand years ago, when all these offerings came to a halt.

The incense still burned, but the Cultivators of the Falling Void Sect from those years were no longer present.

"Preserved so well, back then, the Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch must have been extremely reluctant to leave this place, and even reinforced it especially… Is it possible that an attack from someone of the Divinity Transformation Level could remain?"

Jiang Ding asked himself in his mind.

"Highly unlikely."

"This fragment of the Nine Heavens has such thin Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi that it's absolutely impossible for an attack from the Divinity Transformation Level to persist for ten thousand years."

"If there really is one, then I will die, which is specifically what this is for, but it only requires marking one or two areas for future exploration to obtain clues about Immortal Techniques."

Everything was ready, and Divine Sense Scanning the formation revealed no other abnormalities.

Jiang Ding revealed himself, just in time to stand at the very center of the newly formed Eight Trigrams Breaking Banned Formation.

Streams of Eight Trigrams Array Patterns flocked to this place, were combed, and then returned, harmonizing the chaotic auras of over three hundred Golden Pill Monks, smoothing them out.

The Golden Pill Mana flowed through the array patterns like torrents, precise and accurate, as easily commanded as one's own limbs, no different from the Mana that had accompanied the Cultivators for hundreds of years.

"Such mastery of Formation Dao is almost akin to the Great Dao..."

Many Golden Pill Cultivators held their breath and watched in rapture as the Array Patterns appeared and disappeared, with the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi circulating in a way that seemed to give birth to its own profound mystery.

Even those who knew nothing of Formation Dao could feel the essence of the Great Dao within it, sensing an epiphany in their hearts.

"A fourth tier Array Master! And not just a lower-grade one at that!"

"This is one of the hardest of the hundreds of arts in Cultivation, known as the foundation of the Immortal Path!"

"Even with unparalleled talent, without hundreds or nearly a thousand years, how could one succeed?"

The Six Dao Saint was shocked and couldn't help but transmit a message to Scorching Sun Swordsman of the Departing Division, "Have you heard of such a figure in your Great Sun Sword Sect? It's like they sprang out from a stone."

Amongst the Cultivators, he believed that only the Scorching Sun Swordsman was worthy of communicating with him on equal terms. Blood Cloud was far inferior.

"No."

"How can a Golden Pill Cultivator possibly be like this?"

The Scorching Sun Swordsman shook his head slightly.

"Indeed."

The Six Dao Saint also implicitly agreed with the implication of his words, suddenly feeling somewhat relieved, "A fine Elder sends a separate incarnate here; saying it directly would have sufficed, and we would naturally listen with awe, why the need for concealment…"

He felt inexplicably relieved.

If it were a Nascent Soul Cultivator, then they should have a considerable big-picture perspective and would definitely not kill him lightly; not only would there be no benefit, but it would also greatly offend both the Liudao Sect and the entire alliance of righteous and demonic paths.

Concealment, concealment; that's good.

From beginning to end, neither of the two knew who this person was, so naturally, they had no need to harbor any intention to kill.

Everyone took a step into the Ancestor Temple of the Falling Void Sect.

The surrounding space fluctuated intensely, with a hazy atmosphere; as heaven and earth changed, strands of golden light broke through the air, illuminating everything above and below, casting down on each Cultivator, causing their treasures to buzz and tremble.

A chill ran through everyone's heart involuntarily, as if they had been stripped naked and placed in the middle of a marketplace, with the gazes of countless passersby concentrated on them.

Moments later, that strange sensation of being watched disappeared, and the pressure vanished.

Looking around, they realized they were standing in the midst of a vast golden-yellow desert with no Spiritual Energy in sight, as if abandoned by the Immortal Path, no longer able to mobilize any Spiritual Energy.

"The formation of the Sutra Pavilion…"

Many Cultivators relaxed slightly, about to speak when another change occurred.

Boom!

Accompanied by the deafening noise of collapsing mountains and rocks, dust and smoke rose everywhere, and thousands of miles of yellow sand danced, covering the sky.

In the center of it all, a golden figure slowly rose from above the sands, and with each inch it rose, the yellow sandy ground rolled tumultuously as if the world was turning upside down.

Moments later,

Within the pathways of golden light, a hundred-zhang tall Gold Glow Statue stood tall, radiating terrible pressure outward.

This was the figure of a Dao-robed Daoist, with a handsome appearance, wide sleeves fluttering, looking just like a Heavenly Man.

At that moment, the statue's eyes emitted a brilliant golden light, shooting two streaks of light that scanned over everyone, especially lingering for a moment on the ordinary-looking young man at the center.

```

"Interesting... a golden puppet body..."

The Gold Glow Statue's lips moved, emitting a voice as smooth as jade, not as aggressively invasive as one might imagine.

'Alive?'

The numerous Golden Pill Monks trembled violently, their faces pale and their confidence shattered.

Still alive after ten thousand years, what kind of ancient monster was this!

And how would it treat them, the bandit cultivators who had plundered its sect?

"Ancestor!"

"We pay our respects to the Ancestor!"

The Six Dao Saint was overjoyed and couldn't help but exclaim aloud.

This drew many more gazes.

It was then that many cultivators realized that the appearance of the Six Dao Saint bore a seven to eight parts resemblance to the statue housed in the Luoxu Clan's Ancestor Temple, and it seemed it was no coincidence.

The expression on Scorching Sun Swordsman's face lingered on the phrase 'metallic puppet body,' revealing a kind of 'as expected' look.

The Gold Glow Statue did not respond to the Six Dao Saint's call.

Perhaps, being widespread across the Northern Plains, he had long grown accustomed to the appearance of his descendants, present everywhere, devoid of emotion.

"Junior, you have intruded into my sect."

"Will you take your own life, or shall I do it myself?"

The Gold Glow Statue stood with hands behind its back, looking at Jiang Ding and spoke indifferently.

"Please, senior, make your move," Jiang Ding nodded in response.

His heart, too, was shaken.

His body was armed with a sixth-order Talisman – the Eradicate Karma, granting him strong concealment abilities. A mere Nascent Soul Stage array and body managed to see through his disguise in a glance, which was indeed unthinkable.

This was abnormal,

possibly caused by some Immortal Technique.

"Very well."

The Gold Glow Statue raised a finger.

Boom!

The Ancestor Temple's Formation Method roared into action, infinite gold light converging. Array Patterns faintly emerged, then formed a towering, celestial spear, piercing through layers of space in an instant, heading for the kill.

At that moment, he seemed to become the master of the Five Elements Gold, with a command that even the Domain of a Nascent Soul Monk couldn't slightly influence.

"Li Fire Trigram!"

Jiang Ding shouted lowly.

In his voice, filled with icy killing intent, all the Golden Pill Monks shivered in unison, even the Six Dao Saint awoke from his admiration, and upon feeling the oppressive pressure of the running Eight Trigrams Formation, instantly submitted, efficiently cooperating with the Array Patterns as the Changes of the Eight Diagrams flowed incessantly.

Qian, Kun, Kan, Dui, Zhen, Xun, Gen, Li!

The Eight Trigrams phenomena continuously changed and rotated, finally settling on the Li Trigram, where the aura surged. Infinite Li fires spontaneously appeared within dozens of kilometers, burning sky and earth, converging into a single palm and forming a twisted Li Fire sword shape.

Fire overcomes Gold!

"Cut!"

Jiang Ding's Sword Intent of Destruction was fully imbued within it; the Li Fire Trigram Sword, amidst the boundless flames, melted space and vanished from sight.

Boom!

In the seemingly ordinary space between the two, a sudden loud rumble erupted, countless pitch-black space cracks appeared, and then the entire space shattered and broke apart.

The violent spatial storm splattered in all directions, carving deep chasms into the ground.

A celestial spear that commanded the Five Elements Gold, and a twisted Li Fire Trigram Sword enveloped in Li flames.

The two entangled for a moment before disappearing together.

"He... he resisted!"

Immortal Baimei and the other Golden Pill Monks focused intently, watching the battle, and then their morale skyrocketed.

This statue was not an ancient monster that had lived for ten thousand years!

"Tushan Master!"

At the same time, a panicked cry rang out.

Everyone followed the direction of the cry, trembling in their hearts, succumbing to an endless fear of death.

In the center of the Eight Trigrams Breaking Banned Formation, a young man with an ordinary look had a startled and puzzled expression on his face, as if he experienced something very strange, not understanding.

In his chest,

a golden spear the size of a baby's arm had appeared out of nowhere, deeply piercing into his heart.