Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 1012 - 1012 981 Perishing Immortal Realm

1012: Chapter 981 Perishing Immortal Realm 1012: Chapter 981 Perishing Immortal Realm Amidst the collapsing golden light of the Formation thod, Jiang Ding entered the Court’s Blessed Land.

Wherever his gaze fell, within the range of his sight, inside the Court’s Blessed Land, all the ordered blood gold lines symbolizing man-made objects had disappeared — they were eradicated, including all sorts of Formation thods that verified the royal bloodline.

This secret realm had reverted to its original defenseless state, no further action was needed.

Jiang Ding exited this state, and the blood gold network in his eyes disappeared, once again reverting to its clear black and white appearance.

“Court’s Blessed Land…”

Jiang Ding strolled within this secret realm, expanding his Divine Sense, wandering everywhere.

Many Formation thods were set up here, not only offensive and defensive ones but also an alchemy Formation thod that was considerably automated.

This Formation thod could produce once every thousand years the Nascent Soul Formation Elixir that would drive Golden Pill Monks to madness.

This must have been constructed by the Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch after exhaustively seeking alchemy inheritance across the land, alchemy masters, and Array Masters, investing imnse Heart Blood.

After constructing this alchemy Formation thod, those alchemy masters and Array Masters, naturally, died.

Through Jiang Ding’s perspective, this automated alchemy Formation thod was barely passable – it achieved its function, but the wastage was quite significant, with at least eighty percent of its efficacy squandered.

However, the Spiritual dicine Garden around it was constructed well.

After nearly ten thousand years of continuous cultivation, seeing Fourth Order Elixirs was not rare, and even Fifth Order Elixirs could occasionally be found.

With so further modifications and adjustnts, it could serve as the main Spiritual dicine Garden of the Tushan Central Court, where many rare Elixirs could be cultivated.

In the center of the Spiritual dicine Garden and the automated alchemy Formation thod, Jiang Ding saw a na.

“Divine Transformation Pill!”

“Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch’s obsession with the continuation of his bloodline is truly stubborn…”

Jiang Ding clicked his tongue.

The ultimate purpose of this automated alchemy Formation thod should be to use the legacy of thods like ‘Water Refining Pill Concoction thod’ over tens of thousands of years to nurture a Divine Transformation Pill that could assist Peak Nascent Soul Cultivators to breakthrough to the Divinity Transformation Stage, one pill per ten thousand years, to give his descendants a certain hope to breakthrough to the Divinity Transformation Stage.

One pill every ten thousand years, and it requires a continuous ten thousand years’ input of large amounts of Spirit Stones, Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, Elixirs.

Terrifyingly inefficient.

Calculating the ti, it’s also close to ten thousand years now; there should be a Divine Transformation Pill here.

However, there isn’t one.

Instead, what is in its place is a drop of lustrous black blood full of the scent of Elixirs, exuding a rich fragrance that arouses a strong desire.

Atop this drop of black liquid seem to emanate countless wails; barely discernible faces of n and won struggle and cry, their features sowhat resembling those of Immortal Yin Dao and others.

This object should be able to prolong life, but it carries significant hidden dangers.

It must be the work of Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu; he altered the Formation thod here.

“Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, you truly had yourself an impressive son.”

Jiang Ding shook his head.

This is how a family system operates; passed down from generation to generation without much competition, the likelihood of producing prodigals is practically one hundred percent.

This is an inherent human laziness, the desire to take it easy, to reap without sowing, to bully the weak, to not want to strive.

So with a few generations of prodigals, no matter how tight and perfect the system is, and everything has been taken into consideration, it is all in vain, ultimately dood to decline.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and with one strike, he shattered the automated alchemy Formation thod.

This Formation thod was too inefficient, too wasteful.

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Besides stabilizing, it also constantly draws the spiritual energy and Earth’s Qi of the Court’s Blessed Land, as well as the dicinal qi from many rare elixirs, to refine elixirs, affecting the growth of the spiritual dicine.

Jiang Ding strolled around in various places such as Treasure Refining Mountain, Pill Tower, etc., indulging the fantasies he harbored about the Court’s Blessed Land since his youth.

At that ti, he had thoughts about coming here, but later gave up because of the risks.

Finally, Jiang Ding entered the Scripture Pavilion.

Here, the various inheritances of the great Northern Plains Families are gathered, as well as many Sects from before the era of the Northern Plains Families, such as the Luoxu Clan and Liudao Sect.

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch had considered everything, preparing backups for his descendants so that any losses in the outside world could be replenished here, ensuring that the inheritances would not be lost.

Originally, there were various formation thods here to recognize one’s bloodline, and only those of direct lineage could enter, otherwise they would be killed by the formation.

However, now all the defensive, self-destruct, and lethal formations have disappeared, allowing anyone to enter.

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense unfolded, dividing into tens of thousands, and he began to read the Jade Slips one by one at an extrely fast pace.

Almost in the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of volus were read.

Among these, many Cultivation thod Jade Slips are repetitive, collections that have been presented by the great Northern Plains Families, and he had read them before.

Since the beginning of his cultivation, Jiang Ding has always maintained the habit of reading.

At Xiann, he read various Cultivation thods, docunts, and the latest research findings of the Immortal Path in the Xiann Library.

In the Northern Plains, he read the collections of the Northern Plains, never slacking off.

In terms of Immortal Path knowledge reserves, he far surpasses many of the Immortal Sect Heavenly Monarchs.

This has given him a profound foundation in the Immortal Path.

So magics and formations can be easily created by him in a matter of minutes if he wishes, similar to those that can be used as inheritances for Nascent Soul level Sects.

Soon, a pile of books he had never read before was placed in front of Jiang Ding, forming a Little Mountain.

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense unfolded, with jade slips and tablets, and pieces of animal skin and stone tablets flying around him like gracefully dancing butterflies, being read and contemplated bit by bit.

One month, two months, three months…

Ti silently passes by.

This is not just about inputting information, but enjoying the process of reading and relaxation.

With his increasing lifespan, Jiang Ding gradually adapted to the pace of ti of a long-lived species, where it’s not necessary to rush in tis of non-urgency.

He can spend years doing sothing he likes without seeking any specific aning.

Of course, no matter what, cultivation still proceeded as usual, just allocating a part of the Divine Soul Computational Power was necessary.

During this period, the Agriculture Sect Master Chun San Wa ca here with a large number of Immortal of Nascent Soul and Immortal Jin Dan.

They respectfully bowed in this direction, not daring to disturb, and started to move and maintain the spiritual dicine of the Court’s Blessed Land with light footsteps, revitalizing these rare elixirs that had lacked delicate care for a long ti, promoting growth and fruit-bearing.

Over the many years, the Spiritual dicine Garden had indeed seen the birth of many rare spiritual insects, which caused significant damage to the yield of elixirs, and were troubleso to deal with.

However, Immortal Da’ai was quite pleased with them.

He volunteered to co and take care of them, purchasing these rare spiritual worms at a very favorable price.

Unknowingly, a year passed.

The last piece of animal skin surrounding Jiang Ding fell and flew back to its original place on the bookshelf.

“Great harvest.”

“Obtained a lot of knowledge I didn’t know before, about this Minor Thousand World.”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and then opened them, his eyes full of brilliance: “This world, many tens of thousands of years ago, when Peak Divine Transformation Cultivators could still be born, before the world barrier was completely broken, it was possible to ascend…

ascend to the Upper Realm.”

“A Peak Divine Transformation Cultivator is not necessarily able to Ascend to the Upper Realm, but there is such a possibility.”

“The Upper Realm, the na of the Upper Realm is,”

“Perishing Immortal Realm.”

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