Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Divine Crow Immortal was fleeing,

burning most of his Essence Blood to escape.

This was unimaginable in the past!

With the Hei Clan's bloodline talent, his speed was unparalleled; even when he was not a match on the Great Sun Sect battlefield, he had never been so embarrassed.

Mid-stage Nascent Soul monks couldn't catch up to him, and even late-stage Nascent Soul monks could only burn one or two drops of Essence Blood to escape.

You should know that Essence Blood is not the same as ordinary blood—losing a drop or two is acceptable, since one could recover after several decades or at most a century.

But once too much is consumed, it could affect lifespan!

Especially for older cultivators with little Life Energy remaining, this was almost like burning their own Life Energy, equivalent to a slow suicide.

With every breath, years of Life Energy would be sacrificed, as inconsequential as the weeds by the roadside, utterly uncherished.

This was his instinct.

After a millennium of battles, through countless hardships and life-and-death struggles, Divine Crow Immortal trusted his own battle instincts; without any hesitation, he did just that, leaving only the last trace of Essence Blood needed for survival in his body, the rest fuelling the ultimate speed.

Even Immortal Jianyang, a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator chasing him down, would not be able to match this speed for some time!

"This is what's bad about these old cultivators,"

Jiang Ding, who had also lost much of his mana and whose strength had declined considerably, thought lightly: "Decisive and ruthless in battle, mercilessly slaying enemies, the moment there is no chance of turning the tides, they would immediately pay a great price to escape, not delaying even for an instant, all driven by the instinctive reactions in the blink of an eye, terrifyingly quick."

"They have lived too long, understood too much, and the likelihood of them making a wrong judgment is very low."

"Remember this: do not provoke an Immortal of Nascent Soul unless there is a fundamental conflict, even if you can defeat them, killing them won't be easy."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Above them, a Giant Iron Ship had finally descended from the deepest part of space, its silver hull surrounded by endless thunderclouds flashing with electric light, dazzlingly bright, with the smell of ionized air filling a radius of dozens of kilometers.

The fourth-tier Spirit Particle Sonar was activated, range, a thousand kilometers!

"Locking on..."

"Locking on..."

The soft and glutinous voice of the Ship Spirit Cloud Day kept coming.

"Target body contains remnants of the Sword Intent of Destruction, accessing Sword Intent of Destruction for search, locking on..."

"Lock confirmed!"

In the span of Divine Sense, the fourth-tier Spirit Particle Sonar had already locked onto the target.

Sonar and Sword Intent together were far too terrifying.

Even a Taiyin Sword Sect swordsman specialized in Concealment, a Xuanwu tiangong Nascent Soul monk, could not possibly escape.

"What in the world is this?!"

The Divine Crow Immortal, madly escaping while Burning Essence Blood, roared angrily.

A sudden coldness gripped his heart, uncontrollable trembling wracked his body, and endless fear descended upon his heart. This was the body's survival instinct sensing something and desperately struggling, sending messages, wanting to live.

But how to live?!

He had already burned most of his Essence Blood, leaving only a trace—burning any further would mean immediate death!

Or was the instinct he had always trusted completely wrong, just an illusion?

"Lock confirmed!"

"Please insert the Taiqing Flying Sword,"

"Please insert mana,"

"Please guide with Divine Sense and Sword Intent,"

"Magnetic Cloud Splitting Star Cannon charging complete, ready to engage, the Ten Thousand Magnetic Thunder Cloud formation status of the Super Warship is normal..."

The Ship Spirit Cloud Day made one announcement after another.

For artificial intelligence, even the tiniest instant can transmit thousands of data points, assisting the shipmaster in controlling the Super Warship.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword chimed softly, tearing through space, instantly appearing in the chamber of the Magnetic Cloud Splitting Star Cannon, cheering joyously without any of the usual repulsion other sword cultivators' Life Flying Swords felt toward foreign objects.

On the contrary, it felt kinship, a sense of warmth, as if it had entered another sword sheath, feeling complete in its sword life.

Jiang Ding stood on the silver Giant Iron Ship with closed eyes, his mana and Divine Sense pouring into the Super Warship like a vast river, flowing into the cannon, activating the seventy-two electromagnetic prohibitions that shone like stars.

Lastly, Sword Intent of Destruction was added to the Taiqing Flying Sword.

"Cut,"

he said gently.

The Array Patterns of the Super Warship lit up brightly at once, the fourth-tier electromagnetic thunderclouds boomed thunderously, and endless Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi from heaven and earth flooded into the Super Warship, turning into brilliant thunder, shining like the brilliance of the sun, all of it pouring into the terrifying cannon that was a thousand meters long with a bore over a hundred meters wide.

The light was blinding and the staff of the gods of the thunder department seemed to have descended to the human world.

Boom!

The terrifying sound of an explosion!

The super battleship jolted violently, lightning flashed, and suddenly, within tens of kilometers, the world was engulfed in light, nothing else existed; there was no up no down, no left no right.

Only light, blazing white and pure!

Jiang Ding's Divine Soul merged into the Taiqing Flying Sword, turning into a pure Sword Dao life, cold and rational. Starting from the first electromagnetic accelerator, the already extreme speed of the Taiqing Flying Sword increased even further.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

The thirty-sixth electromagnetic accelerator...

The seventy-second electromagnetic accelerator!

The speed amplified layer by layer, once again amplifying, quickly reaching a level that even he felt terrifying!

He even doubted that if an ordinary Nascent Soul Treasure were placed into this barrel, there would not be time to exhibit any acceleration, and it would instantly shatter. The power contained within was too terrible, the materials simply could not withstand it.

After passing the seventy-second electromagnetic accelerator.

By then, the speed had reached an unimaginable level.

Jiang Ding's Divine Soul, merged with the Taiqing Flying Sword, experienced this wondrous world only visible at unimaginable extreme speeds.

The surrounding space, spiritual energy particles, even the particles of matter, were moving in a slow, nearly stationary Brownian motion, like a film deliberately slowed down by hundreds of times.

Not far away, a Black Crow with eyes full of panic flapped its wings, desperately trying to escape.

But its speed was as slow as a snail's.

Each flap of its wings took a long time, and the so-called extreme speed brought by Burning Essence Blood only added a bit of excitement to the chase.

"Immortal of Nascent Soul."

"An Immortal of Nascent Soul."

Jiang Ding's Divine Soul, merged with the Taiqing Flying Sword, thought.

He adjusted the sword body's direction slightly, aligning it with his target, clinging close to chop off the Black Crow's neck—

At this speed, the Taiqing Flying Sword could not retreat, nor could it make a significant turn; it could only tweak its direction slightly.

Luckily, the opponent was slow as a snail.

Any attempt at evasive maneuvers would be laughable, like a movie slowed down by hundreds of times, with no tactical value.

The sword body made actual contact with the Black Crow's neck.

Boom!

What was merely a common touch, merely brushing against a few feathers and skin, caused something unspeakably dreadful: the more-than-two-hundred-meter long Black Crow suddenly collapsed, exploding into a sky full of flesh and blood powder!

Bones, feathers, Nascent Soul Treasures, everything turned to dust, and a mist of blood burst in the sky, shattering like a clap of thunder, spreading for hundreds of meters, everywhere.

The Taiqing Flying Sword did not stop, dizzyingly spinning in the sky for tens of turns, almost becoming a spinning top, before finally slowing down and regaining control.

In place, amidst the mist of blood, a dimly lit Nascent Soul the size of a palm peeked out. Its tiny pupils filled with terror, its figure wobbled for a moment, flickered, and instantly melted into the space around it and disappeared, much faster than the Nine Elements Spiritual Ginseng moving through the soil.

The treasure of human Immortal Path civilization—Nascent Soul!

Naturally attuned with space.

Naturally attuned with Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi.

A Nascent Soul can seize new bodies up to three times, not losing much strength. Even a late-stage Nascent Soul Monk chasing might not be fast enough to catch it.

The success rate for a Nascent Soul Peak Monk to chase and kill a Nascent Soul is much higher, but it's still not guaranteed to be one hundred percent.

Thanks to this, Nascent Souls have become rulers of the Northern Plains, and even figures standing at the peak of the Northern Plains like Immortal Jianyang and the Liudao Sect's Six-Finger Fiend, would treat an early-stage Nascent Soul Monk with respect.

"Destroy my Law Body, slash my Life Energy!"

"Hatred, deep hatred, immense hatred!"

"Tushan, I will remember you, you will surely die under the siege of numerous Nascent Souls from the alliance of true and demonic cultivators."

"You must remember this!"

In the void, the sinister voice of Divine Crow Immortal came through, seething with endless hatred.

"Sure thing."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly, looking in the direction where the presence seemed to be concealed, as if knowing where it was hiding in space.

"Remember..."

"Ahhhh!"

The sinister voice suddenly turned to terror: "What is this net, this Black Net? No, impossible..."

In the seemingly empty sky, within a stretch of tens of kilometers, a pitch-black net suddenly appeared, like the canopy of heaven. At one point, it twitched, and the endless Black Net rapidly contracted towards that spot.

Within it, a human-shaped object thrashed about in the net, darting in all directions, desperately trying to escape, the net bulging outwardly from the impact, violently reacting.

Occasionally, there was a burst of destructive energy, seeking to obliterate everything, to perish together.

A moment later, all was quiet, no longer able to take form.

The Black Net, which had covered tens of kilometers, shrank to the size of a palm and dangled in front of Jiang Ding.

This was,

The pinnacle of creation by the Domain Overlord forces, valued at 600 million Low-grade Spirit Stones, a one-time Immortal Dao engineering treasure containing the wisdom of countless researchers—Infant-Forbidding Net!