Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding looked at the scroll in front of him, so close within reach, yet hesitated and dared not reach out his hand for a long time.

Immortal Technique, it contaminates!

It's not about what it wants to do or how malicious it is towards people; it is simply there, plain and simple, unconcerned with anything, existing throughout the ages.

But it is too complex, too terrifying; mortals cannot comprehend it, much like the ancient apes attempting to forcefully understand modern technology—common sense clashes, inevitably leading to madness.

The brain cannot accept this information, and coupled with the genuine power possessed by Immortal Technique, mortals would experience terrible distortions and deformations.

After pondering for a long time,

he notified his main body to be ready to flee at any moment, to return to the Xianmen Sect and seek the protection of the Central Array Spirit Computer.

No, that wasn't safe enough.

It would be better to set a fixed time to return to the Xianmen Sect; once the time arrived, no matter what happened, he would immediately return to the Xianmen Sect and undergo the highest standard Divine Soul, flesh, Cultivation Method examination, and the vitally important Cause and Effect examination.

His main body did not respond.

It seemed to be stunned, encountering such a level of object for the first time, contemplating and integrating considerations from all aspects.

"It's possible."

After a while, the main body replied, agreeing with his judgment.

One avatar, separated by hundreds of thousands of kilometers, might indeed not be safe enough; Immortal Technique, even mere clues of it, are worth such preventative measures.

"In that case..."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and slowly reached out with his left hand towards the scroll.

Moving slowly, very slowly.

His arm was steady as cast iron, without a trace of trembling.

Many watchful eyes surrounded him; seeing him act with such gravity, many people immediately conjured up wild guesses in their hearts.

They were just conjectures.

The Six Dao Saint and Scorching Sun Swordsman both showed an immense longing, ignoring the other heritages around them and staring intently at that one scroll.

Upon seeing that hand reach out, the yearning and greed in their eyes burned even hotter, and they couldn't help but step forward, like moths to a flame.

Jiang Ding's hand touched the scroll.

It felt warm and smooth like jade, without the sudden violence or a myriad of golden blades bursting forth that one might have imagined—it was just an ordinary scroll.

He picked it up and held it before his eyes, and still, nothing out of the ordinary occurred.

"Looks very ordinary... but those who practice the Way of Cause and Effect are very cunning; I must be on guard against this."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

His gaze shifted briefly to his surroundings.

The Six Dao Saint and Scorching Sun Swordsman stopped in their tracks.

Their bodies stiffened as if doused with a bucket of cold water, covered in cold sweat; they hurriedly backed away, continuously bowing and offering salutations.

"It might be dangerous, but I must open it."

Jiang Ding wasn't concerned; after reflecting for a moment, he used mana to lift the scroll and gently spread it out with his left hand, revealing the scene within.

It was an exceedingly well-crafted painting.

Not complicated, a dignified and gentle lady with adorned hair and a beautiful face, wearing a brilliant dress, frolicking in the lake, her soaked clothing clinging to her delicately curvaceous body, with mists swirling around.

In the sky, the setting sun shone down, covering the lake surface and the beauty within with a layer of golden rosy clouds, breathtaking beyond description.

"Very ordinary, nothing mysterious, and I cannot confirm if it's what I'm looking for."

Jiang Ding sighed.

"Further confirmation is needed."

He released the barrier of the Sword Intent of Destruction and let his Divine Sense pour into it, carefully appreciating every stroke, every twisted pattern within the painting.

This is quite dangerous, people who cultivate the Way of Cause and Effect and expose their Divine Sense without any protection are like placing their heart's vital point on another's blade.

But it is necessary, otherwise, there's a high chance of bringing back a piece of art with no value whatsoever.

The touch is icy cold.

Jiang Ding shivered, instinctively feeling some sort of cold, sticky substance making brief contact with his Divine Soul, then disappearing without a trace.

He once again utilized the Sword Intent of Destruction to scan his entire body, especially every part of his Divine Soul.

He found nothing.

It was as if, that thing just now which nearly resembled the intuition of a Taoist disciple, was merely an illusion.

"Very good, very good indeed..."

Jiang Ding's Lake of Heart was like a mirror, without any ripples, and his Divine Sense continued to gaze at the beauty bathing in the lake under the setting sun.

At that moment, upon looking, he immediately noticed a tremendous change.

Light!

Golden light!

The beauty in the lake, the lake surface, the setting sun, all bursting forth with endless radiance, woven from resplendent gold filaments, emanating an undying, sharp aura, far surpassing the limit of a fourth-order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.

At the very least, it was fifth-order, Gold of Divinity Transformation Level!

A moment later, the gold light faded, and the evening glow, lake surface, the palace skirt of the beauty, all returned to their original vivid colors.

Jiang Ding focused, holding his breath.

The glittering ripples on the lake surface seemed now to contain twisted lines, as flexible as the Five Elements Gold;

The edge of the beauty's sword-like eyebrows, the sharp aura piercing the sky, seemed to rip through space, as if containing the sharpness of the Five Elements Gold;

The specks of paint in the sunset clouds were seemingly depicting the cause and effect between the Five Elements Gold and the Scorching Sun...

Every stroke and line contained a variation of the Five Elements Gold, encompassing everything, wrought with extraordinary mystery, containing the insights of a peerless being within this realm.

Just by observing these, many inspirations about the Five Elements Gold involuntarily arose in Jiang Ding's heart, regarding Flying Swords, Refining, the Inscription of Earth Evil Prohibition Formation, and even the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art, he suddenly had many new ideas and was eager to step into the laboratory for verification.

"The development progress of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art is too slow."

An idea that Jiang Ding had once considered and then buried surfaced in his heart, "If a large number of Golden Pill Monks were used for verification, and then were dissected physically and soul-wise, it should significantly accelerate the progress."

"This does not violate the law."

"One could consider using the captives of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, or enemy Golden Pill Monks, criminals sentenced to death by the Xianmen Sect, even if it's somewhat brutal, they are necessary sacrifices."

"Furthermore, Zhang Junsheng is too lazy, always spending a great deal of time on cultivation, with hardly any time left for the development of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art...

"And Yuan, as well as other Nascent Soul Cultivators, why don't they come to help me?

"These selfish people, only caring about their own cultivation..."

"Also, Jiang Yuan and I are siblings, she might have extremely high experimental value..."

Unknowingly, Jiang Ding's face became fierce, and streaks of blue-black qi traced across his face, the mana within his body running wild, furiously impacting the meridians all over, striving to break free, seeking unrestrained merriment.

No more of any benevolence, righteousness, proprieties, or morals, only to immerse oneself in the ocean of knowledge, with nothing else outside the heart, nothing more.

Clang!

Clang clang!

The Sword Intent of Destruction hummed and buzzed, radiating the inexhaustible Law-Breaking Soul Extinguishing Light, suppressing the tumultuous stray thoughts within the Lake of Heart, those who rebelled were directly cut down, turned into dust.

With each strike, those who dared to surface had to die.

The clear sound of sword cries, the wild Sword Intent released without constraint in all directions, Golden Pill Monks who were slightly closer were struck as if by lightning, vomiting blood while retreating in horror, desperately distancing themselves from the area.

In the end, the Lake of Heart calmed down.

If there were occasional ripples, they were immediately suppressed by the Sword Intent of Destruction, unable to raise any more waves.