Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Several breaths later,

accompanied by the furious sounds of sword cries, True Master Void Square and the other two Immortals chased swiftly with their Escape Light, their Divine Senses sweeping tens of kilometers, yet they found nothing.

Once their target left the range of their Divine Sense, he vanished without a trace.

"This person is a Sword Cultivator!"

Heaven Transformation Immortal spoke with a frosty voice, "Could this be some kind of play put on by your Great Sun Sword Sect?"

"Hmph!"

True Master Void Square snorted coldly, not even glancing at him, spreading his Divine Sense and Sword Intent, controlling his sword to shuttle back and forth in the sky, repeatedly scanning the heavens and the earth.

He saw clearly that the person was merely at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul, with unexpectedly sharp Sword Intent, but with proper preparation, he was confident he could defeat him and take back the Golden Emperor Map.

After a long while, the three Immortals frantically searched thousands of miles to no avail.

The two parties exchanged murderous glances for a moment and then turned away.

The light of Sword Escaping shone dazzlingly hot, then concealed itself in the invisible, quickly flying towards the direction of the Great Sun Sword Sect, to avoid being detected by the Nascent Soul Monks of the orthodox and demonic alliance, which could lead to a large group of Nascent Soul cultivators being summoned to encircle and kill.

"Uncle Master..."

The Scorching Sun Swordsman opened his eyes, weakly said, "Do you know who this old thief is? Bullying the weak and being utterly shameless, when I ascend to Nascent Soul, I must find him and beat him to death, crush him until he's dead!"

If it had been an equal match, then so be it, between life and death, the victor lives, and the defeated dies, this is the supreme honor of a Sword Cultivator.

When such events occur, a pure Jiandao School would basically not pursue this; the Sect's elders would merely collect the body for burial, notify the family, and they're too lazy to send someone of the same level for revenge, soon forgetting the incident.

Sword Cultivators frequently seek out others to kill, to temper their Sword Intent, so isn't it normal for them to be killed in duels with their peers?

Nothing to make a fuss about.

However, what's infuriating is,

that he was beaten up by an old monster in disguise, pretending to be of the same level!

"I don't know, he hid his appearance and aura."

True Master Void Square said irritably, "The most distinctive feature of a Sword Cultivator is their Sword Intent, and his Sword Intent, which vaguely carries a Law-Breaking sense, is very special; I have never heard of it."

"There's also a very small possibility that a Mid-stage or even Later-stage Nascent Soul Monk, used a secret technique to disguise this capability."

"If things are as expected, he won't show his face for at least a hundred years after striking once."

He showed a look of headache.

This is exactly why Nascent Soul Monks have such a dominant position in the Northern Plains, for even a Later-stage Nascent Soul Monk, while it's easy to defeat an Early Stage Nascent Soul Monk and shatter his body, killing his Nascent Soul is as hard as reaching the heavens.

And as long as they escape, seize another body, and hide in some remote corner of the world for a few hundred years, not to mention a Later-stage, even a Peak-stage Nascent Soul Monk would be helpless against them.

In the past, when the Northern Plains families had complete control, the emergence of a new Nascent Soul Monk required identity confirmation, which was obligatory.

If not from a direct lineage of the family, dozens of Nascent Soul Monks would immediately come to kill them, to annihilate completely.

That's how seriously he took the matter, treating it as a grave threat, even if the other party had just advanced to Nascent Soul.

"So my being bullied by the strong, it's just over like this, with no chance of ever getting revenge?"

The Scorching Sun Swordsman said unwillingly.

"Essentially, yes."

True Master Void Square's face flashed with a gloomy air as he scolded, "Don't go looking for any excuses; I've also reviewed the situation inside. The old monster himself didn't enter; only a Golden Pill Peak Puppet did, and although it was controlled by a Soul Fragment of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, you can't consider it a Nascent Soul!"

"Defeated is defeated."

"Why is each generation of our Sect's Swordsmen weaker than the last, never mind comparing with the generation of Swordsmen, even the few generations before you were stronger, why is that?"

True Master Void Square grew increasingly angry.

Then he sighed deeply, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

He didn't need a junior to say anything; he knew the reason himself, he was just venting the emotions in his heart.

That was the supreme legacy of Sword Dao left by the predecessors,

As time passed, it gradually became scarce, and in the end, if a new peerless genius of the Sword Dao didn't appear, the Jiandao School would slowly fall to the level of the Northern Plains, at best only a notch above it.

The various glories and splendors recorded by the Sect would eventually become myths and legends, no longer seen in the world.

For unless it was a once-in-a-billion-year mirage of incredible fortune, a small and cramped pond or stream could never nourish a Flood Dragon that soars the heavens.

...

Thousands of kilometers away,

In a barren grassland, Jiang Ding concealed his figure and stood silently in the sky, meticulously inspecting the Gold-92 Puppet in front of him.

It had been shrunken down from the shape of a young man to that of a teenager, about the same height as him.

He had not received the most important Golden Emperor Map from this trip to the Luoxu Clan.

"Self-inspect."

Jiang Ding suddenly said.

"Please wait... Self-inspection in progress..."

Beside him, the Gold-92 resumed its rigid mechanical voice. Its mouth opened and closed as it initiated the self-inspection program built into the Nanofluid Robot.

It was one of the highest achievements of Xianmen Sect's nanotech puppetry, but due to cost issues, it was currently only in the laboratory, not yet mass-deployed.

"Ding!"

"Self-inspection complete, everything is normal, you can use it with confidence,"

After a long while, Gold-92 conveyed with its moving mouth, the sound resonating loudly.

"..."

Jiang Ding fell silent.

His gaze deep and focused, he watched the teenager in green in front of him.

Threads and wisps of cold, dark energy entwined around his mouth and nose, his skin, his eyes, weaving in and out like black worms, burrowing in through the mouth and nose, emerging from the eyes and ears, and ripping open fissures on the skin to crawl inside, occasionally biting off and swallowing chunks of flesh.

"Interesting..."

Jiang Ding's gaze flashed, slightly restraining his Sword Intent of Destruction.

In an instant, the black fog, dark worms, and the scenes of them voraciously eating flesh vanished, leaving only an ordinary-looking teenager before him.

He stood there, bewildered, bathed in gentle sunshine that warmed his body; everything seemed delightful.

Not only that, a cold, sticky touch crept over him stealthily through the connection between his main body and his avatar, faintly he could hear the gulping sound of swallowing, encountering a supremely delicious taste.

Clang!

The somewhat dimmed Destruction Sword Will blazed brightly once more, its brilliant will sweeping away everything, and only the faint screams were heard as all sticky sensations disappeared into nothingness.

"Immortal Technique... Very dangerous."

A shudder ran through Jiang Ding.

This was just a clue, and it was already this eerie. What had Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch encountered back then?

"Go back?"

"I should go back immediately. I am incapable of dealing with this situation; my abilities are insufficient, my knowledge is inadequate."

A thought emerged in Jiang Ding's mind, followed by many more: "No, precisely because it is too dangerous, I must conduct more tests to ensure safety before I can send it back. I can't harm the Xianmen Sect...

It's best that I understand it broadly before making a decision. There's no reason why Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, who hasn't even ascended to Divinity Transformation, could do it, and yet I can't..."

"There might be many more in the Xianmen Sect like Xu's Transmutation God, I can't take risks..."

All kinds of thoughts, each lucid and methodical, thoroughly considered, slowly drowned out his original intentions.