Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"After more than a decade, it has finally arrived."

Jiang Ding gently stroked the silver-white box in his hand, feeling once again the despair over the perception of time held by Nascent Soul Monks.

If it were a mortal who had made the purchase, this amount of time would have been enough for them to go from babbling to getting married and having children, even planning which kindergarten their child would attend.

The item was a one-time treasure, the Infant-Forbidding Net, which he had bought on loan more than a decade ago for six hundred million low-grade Spirit Stones, including a twenty-four percent stake in Spirit coins.

Its function was singular: to limit and capture the Nascent Souls of Nascent Soul Monks!

"Living off one's supplies will exhaust even the greatest of wealth; a consistent income is necessary."

Jiang Ding's gaze flickered, "After slaying Divine Crow Immortal, Tushan Immortal City, and even the entire Three Kingdoms region can regain order, providing at least an annual revenue of 5,500 low-grade Spirit Stones, which should meet most of my Spirit Stone needs."

"Even, Beast Spirit City and the Hei Clan's Black Snow Prairie..."

A look of temptation crossed his face.

But moments later, he shook his head.

"No, the Righteous Demon Alliance is still alive. With so many Nascent Souls, I can't be pinned down in one place, exposing myself for some fleeting wealth."

"No hurry, the whole world needs me to restore order. There's no rush for one moment in one place."

He connected to the network and entered the verification information.

Click!

The silver-white box opened, revealing its contents.

It was a palm-sized net, pitch-black in color, made of some unknown material that, merely by looking at it, gave a sensation of searing pain like a knife to the Divine Sense.

Bearing the pain, Jiang Ding poured his Divine Sense into it, spending more than a month leaving a Divine Sense Brand and initially refining it.

Only then did the pain in his Divine Sense disappear.

"It still needs mana input to be used."

Jiang Ding estimated, "Around thirty-five times my current mana, it also needs to go through the built-in compressing Formation Method to be condensed and refined multiple times before it can be used. Take it slow; at most it'll be filled within a year."

His mana was relatively mediocre, only about twice as powerful as an ordinary Jindan-stage cultivator with a Jing-level Cultivation Method, all thanks to the Sword Intent and his Divine Soul, refined and intensified five times compared to his peers.

Without further ado, he stirred his Elixir Field, slowly inputting mana, which flowed into the Talisman like water draining away.

When only sixty percent of the mana in his Elixir Field remained, he stopped.

This was the fastest rate of mana recovery. Any lower, and the recovery speed would slow down considerably, a loss outweighing the gain.

He put away the Infant-Forbidding Net.

Jiang Ding rose and flew toward Lianyun Airport.

To this day, the construction of the Great Sun Battleship, which took over a hundred years of design and building, was finally complete, fully operational, and ready to leave the shipyard.

"Hey, Jiang Ding."

In the sky, An Siyan and Jin flew over together.

After stabilizing their Golden Pellet Realm, the two seemed to have become younger, and their demeanor was also refreshed, more lively, and with the purity of the young at heart.

To Foundation-building cultivators, over one hundred fifty years old meant life was more than halfway over, approaching twilight years.

But for Golden Pill Monks, life was just beginning, at the prime of their years, the very essence of youthful vigor.

The two were curious about the completed state of the Super Sun Vessel.

The three flew together in the sky.

"I heard Yu Qianzi is in secluded cultivation, attempting to break through to the Middle Jindan Stage."

An Siyan suddenly mentioned, his voice carrying a hint of wariness.

"So soon?"

Jiang Ding was momentarily taken aback.

Because she had been captured, her own foundation establishment had been somewhat delayed compared to others. Unexpectedly, today she was overtaking them, her cultivation base poised to surpass theirs.

It was called seclusion, but in fact it was a breakthrough, and no actual bottleneck required such solemn treatment.

"Actually, this might not be a good thing for her,"

Jin Lingfeng's silver hair fluttered as he spoke somewhat gloatingly, "I've looked into the cultivation speeds of the Taoist disciples from the Immortal Sects. Some are fast, some are slow, but none have managed to break through in just a few decades. Their cultivation speed isn't even as fast as many exceptionally outstanding core true disciples, without a single Taoist disciple exception."

"There must be some reason behind this."

"She probably hasn't received the legacy of Qingmu Taoist disciples."

Jiang Ding remembered back when the Great Sun Sword Pavilion was still called the Daymoon Sword Pavilion, the legacy of the Taiyin Life Flying Sword.

This object also required Taiqing Spirit Iron for its refinement. Even the Sword Vein of the Green Wood Immortal Sect, possessing a complete legacy, couldn't cultivate a genuine Taiyin Swordsman. This was a gap in external forces.

Making up for it was almost impossible.

As the three guests engaged in casual conversation, they passed through the numerous prohibitions of Lianyun Shipbuilding Heavy Industry, heading deeper into the shipyard.

One could see that without Yu Qianzi backing them, the security and inspection levels here had decreased a notch; it wasn't the kind of place that would obliterate a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch with array patterns at every turn.

They arrived at the dock where the Super Sun Vessel was located.

A female cultivator in business attire with her cultivation at the late Golden Pill stage was waiting quietly in front of the dock. Upon seeing the group, she bowed and greeted them, "Hello, my name is Xia Caiyun. Master Yun Gong Immortal is busy with other matters, so I am responsible for receiving you and completing the handover of the Super Sun Vessel."

"Hello, classmate Xia."

Jiang Ding and the others returned the greeting.

This female cultivator, they also knew her—she was a doctoral student from the Warship Construction Department of Beidou University, and they had met her a few times during inter-university exchanges.

Xia Caiyun led them inside.

After walking slowly for several steps, they were suddenly greeted with a wide-open space.

Jiang Ding held his breath, staring hard at the steel giant before him.

The total length was one thousand two hundred seventy-four meters, the width was three hundred twenty-four meters, and it weighed thirty-two point seven four one million tons. It was composed entirely of artificial synthetic materials, constructed from fourth-tier Aviation Aluminum Spirit Gold, with key load-bearing parts forged from a composite of fourth-tier Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures. Both the interior and exterior of the warship were inscribed with the fourth-tier Ten Thousand Magnetic Thunder Cloud Formation.

This formation integrated offense and defense, relying on the outer deck to generate a periphery of magnetic thunderclouds, annihilating all unauthorized magic attacks, physical attacks, and Divine Soul attacks.

Equipped with the fourth-tier electromagnetic system, the classic main cannon of the Air-Space Mothership, the Magnetic Cloud Splitting Star Cannon.

This was the Immortal Sects' top-tier fourth-order electromagnetic cannon, second only to the Air-Space Fortress Cannon, named the Splitting Star. In actual tests, after one thousand one hundred forty-three consecutive blasts, it could shatter a planet as large as Pluto, reducing it to fine cosmic dust.

At this moment, under the illumination of the Great Sun, the Super Sun Vessel shone brightly, its silver-white radiance dazzling.

"Jiang, you may proceed with the reception,"

Xia Caiyun said, "Just imprint your Divine Sense in the warship's command core, and the vessel will be yours. However, to operate it proficiently, you'll still need to refine it thoroughly."

"Understood."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Divine Sense unfolded and surged into the super warship.

Everything went smoothly without any awkwardness. The hull occasionally flickered, sending waves of familiarity that felt like returning to one's hometown.

This was a super warship specifically tailored to design.

The Divine Sense flowed along with the warship, sweeping over the deck, passing through cabins, the crew's rest area—Immortal Sect Air-Space Motherships were designed to carry a large number of Foundation-building cultivators' Air-Space warplanes, and the warships operated by Golden Pill Monks combined the functions of combat, supply, and logistical transportation.

This super warship similarly assumed some similar functions, with corresponding designs implemented.

The Divine Sense moved past the crew's rest area, the dining hall, the Dyson Mirror Drone hangar, the supply and ammunition storage, and finally arrived inside the command center of the ship.

The command center was a space of several hundred square meters, surrounded by screens flashing with various information: the warship's condition, speed, operational status of each formation, the Spirit Particle Engine status, and more. Various instrument lights flickered, dazzling the onlookers.