Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Beneath the Sun God Wood.

Radiance sparkled brilliantly as tens of kilometers of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence converged.

Jiang Ding casually beckoned.

Not far away, piles of fine sand melted, deoxidized under the physical expulsion of Divine Sense and Sword Intent, forming pure silicon, mixed with No. 21 Synthetic Gengjin and a strand of third-order Dragon Gold Tendril, which, under the joint action of Sun Flame Crystal and Elixir Fire, turned into streams of pure golden fluid, hovering between liquid and gaseous states.

With this as ink and Divine Sense and Sword Intent as the brush, Jiang Ding inscribed the fifty-fourth Earth Evil Prohibition inside the Taiqing Flying Sword, his expression calm, his movements seasoned to near instinct.

Since his promotion to Golden Pill stage, he had been refining his own Dao Foundation flying sword for twenty-seven years.

If counting from his youth, starting with the sword embryo, it had been one hundred fifty-six years to date, ceaselessly day and night without a single day of relaxation, and it would continue on indefinitely for thousands, tens of thousands of years, without ever stopping.

Hum!

A month later, a flash of light on the Taiqing Flying Sword heralded the completion of the new fifty-fourth Earth Evil Prohibition, perfectly integrating with the existing prohibitions without any deviation.

"Still lacking eighteen Earth Evil Prohibitions to reach Earth Evil Perfection," he said.

Jiang Ding softly stroked the searing, reddish blade, allowing the protective Sword Qi between his skin and the blade to sizzle under the high temperature.

In the collapse of Spiritual Light, specks of starfire blossomed, dissipating into the unseen.

He then took out a piece of Moon Creek Crystal, causing a great flow of extreme Yin streams to surge out, tempering the high-temperature state of the blade with a copious amount of mist rising, the reddish blade returning to its original bluegold hue.

"Just nine more years to reach Earth Evil Perfection, without any bottlenecks," he said.

"However,"

Jiang Ding grumbled, "Why have you suddenly taken a liking to silicon? And had me find a pile of sand; this isn't even metal."

"There won't be any problems, right?"

"If the sword body becomes brittle, we're both done for."

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword vibrated slightly, signaling that everything was fine, to trust her, steady as she goes.

"Alright, if you find it tasty, then it must certainly be useful," Jiang Ding said, resigned.

The Cultivation Method left by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, such as the incomplete Great Sun Sword Scripture, claimed, "Melt all the metals under heaven, return to the origin, to forge the Immortal-slaying Sword."

Naturally, that was an exaggeration.

The old problem of cultivators from the Outer Realm, often using words like 'eternal life,' 'immortal-slaying,' 'Great Path,' 'against reincarnation,'—sometimes with no basis whatsoever, just boasting by cultivators who left the methods behind, or for rhyming, simply for good luck.

From Jiang Ding's years of sword-refining observations, this seemed akin to the process of creating a supercomposite material; the goal was to add various metallic materials over thousands or tens of thousands of years, eventually refining a transcendent material that combines properties like sturdiness, sharpness, agility, law-breaking, and soul-condensing.

Depending on the growth time of the flying sword, the tempering process, and different added materials, the resulting transcendent material would inevitably be unique, with no two Great Sun Flying Swords in the world being identical.

Accompanied by a hissing sound, the mist dispersed and the sword tempering was complete.

A weak and weary emotion came from the spirituality within the sword.

"Take a rest," Jiang Ding said as he inserted it into his forehead.

Affected by this, the towering, brilliant Sun God Wood crumbled layer by layer, its phantasmal image vanishing, revealing the giant iron ship nestled within the shade of the trees.

And not just a giant ship over a thousand meters long.

Surrounding it, a fleet of mirror sword-shaped drones were deploying, totaling one thousand and twenty-four, which naturally drew misty outlines of defensive formations as they were released, devouring the sunlight over tens of kilometers, casting Silver Sky Island into darkness.

This was the loss of Taiqing Flying Sword's ability to draw upon the essence of the Great Sun from the starry sky, not even a single ray of light was willing to seep through.

Jiang Ding was unperturbed and continued to read.

Violent changes occurred in the Spirit Particle Engine Furnace of the super warship, Great Sun Battleship.

The space here was vast, with mountains of second and third-stage Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures piled up like hills, tossed in and dissolved by pure golden flames in the blink of an eye.

After undergoing complex refining and adjusting the metal composition ratios, occasional additions of unique Xianmen alloys and various materials were made, then transported to various parts of the ship's body, and then to the Dyson sunglasses-faced unmanned drones.

From time to time, Ship Spirit invoked the Formation Methods on the Dyson mirror sword-shaped drones, as the blazing sunlight from the Great Sun descended from the sky, simultaneously falling upon both the giant iron ship and the mirror sword-shaped drones.

The metal hull rapidly turned red hot, sizzled with noise, and many fragile parts were even burned to ash, which fell away and were replaced with new material in an endless cycle.

This was a special form of refining led by the Ship Spirit.

Jiang Ding was in no hurry, waiting quietly until, after seven or eight days, the refinement gradually completed.

It has to be said that he found his patience had greatly improved after advancing to the Golden Pill stage. A few days were trivial to him, and he simply closed his eyes to rest, and it passed by.

Going on like this, he sometimes really wondered if, when he reached even higher realms in the future, merely getting distracted for a moment would mean years passing by.

The warship's hull turned from a glowing red to a silver white, but it still appeared very hot. The air around the hull was blurry and hazy. Birds, or even first and second-stage demon beasts that dared approach, would be charred to cinders in an instant.

"Commanding officer, I need to go to the warship's maintenance center," Jiang Ding said.

Ship Spirit Cloud Day spoke in a soft and glutinous voice, "I need to use the low-temperature Spiritual Energy nurturing equipment there for the next step of the refining process. Additionally, the consumption of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure for the refinement has exceeded the initial estimates by more than tenfold, beyond our previous calculations. You should be prepared for the possibility of bankruptcy."

"You don't need to worry, commanding officer."

"In Xianmen, it's nothing unusual for the captains of Air-Space motherships to go bankrupt during the refining process; it's not a big deal, it will just slow down the refining time."

"Consumption during refining exceeded expectations?"

Jiang Ding was startled.

After pondering for a moment, he looked towards the one thousand and twenty-four mirror sword-shaped unmanned drones.

These things were made with excellent materials; the resources confiscated from the slaughtered reserve Taoist disciples, Swordsmen and other seeds from the major Immortal Sects had all been used on them, based on God-transforming level materials.

It was expected that they could still be of use up to the Nascent Soul Stage, and all that was needed was to increase the number of mirror sword-shaped unmanned drones.

Even without carrying out the intensification and refining, merely nurturing and enhancing the spirituality of these drones would also consume a substantial amount of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.

That was the reason for the budget overrun.

"Rest assured."

"It's not a big issue."

Patting his money pouch, Jiang Ding confidently declared, "I'm a wealthy man, these mere worldly possessions are but fleeting clouds, not worth a glance in my eyes."

"Wow, commanding officer, you're so amazing," admired Ship Spirit Cloud Day, eyes shining.

"Goodbye, commanding officer!"

The Great Sun Battleship gathered the one thousand and twenty-four Dyson mirror drones within its deck, spewed flames from its tail, cloaked its body with Concealment, and flew toward the distant Immortal Sects' warship maintenance center.

"Remember to come back on time."

"I'll be waiting to give Yu Qianzi a good beating after my class," Jiang Ding said as he waved his hand, standing up and turning into an Azure Escape Light flying towards Immortal Dinghai's language class, continuing his studies on Xianmen's Skill, building up his Dao foundation for the Immortal Path.