Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 1938 - 1906: Will the Radiance of Great Sun Swordsma

If I die, do not grieve for . Bid farewell with a smile.

Those are Yuan’s own words.

Everyone decided to respect his words. At this mont, they continued their conversations with smiles, refraining from wailing or shedding a torrent of tears, though their emotions sunk for a fleeting mont.

Here, silence prevailed for a long ti.

"Is he really dead?"

The voice of the God Machine God Monarch rasped as he asked.

How many years of friendship they shared, from the humble tis when the Xiann Sect had no Nascent Soul Cultivator, studying and living together, experiencing the latter years of the sixth leadership of Wu, witnessing the rise of the Xiann Sect, from the Nine Spirits Realm to the Horned Ming Realm, and then to the entire Ancient Divine Domain, now eyeing the Great Thousand World Clusters.

Is the era of the seventh leadership ending, just as the sixth leader Wu settled in Qingfeng University?

The suppressed sorrow of everyone was palpable, yet they adhered to their promise, striving to maintain a semblance of a smile, bidding farewell to an old friend.

"Is he dead?"

"I don’t know."

Jiang Ding calmly replied.

Regarding life and death, be it that of others or his own, at such a mont, he inexplicably beca more indifferent and resolute.

After today, will he have to support the Xiann Sect alone?

This solitary support for the Xiann Sect might last for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years until another elite comparable to Yuan erges to once again achieve a political balance.

With the loss of such a political balancer, overshadowed by the self-destructive instincts of the Great Sun Swordsmanship, will I change the Xiann Sect?

Will the Xiann Sect turn into a one-voice hall, gradually altering, losing the original intentions of Yuan, Cong, and Wu in establishing it?

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

Jiang Ding pondered silently.

Many noticed that, in an instant, the humanity within the Dari Swordsman had diminished.

In this universe, is there a being who is selfless, purely dedicated, unwavering, always upholding ideals, and unmoved by any gains?

Apart from myth and legend,

so far, the Xiann Sect has not discovered such a being.

Wise beings, especially humans, are a congloration of emotions, current interests, judgnt, and future long-term benefits, complex and dynamically changing. Therefore, having a balancing existence is essential. Survival and developnt are instincts no wise being can resist.

Even the Human Emperor who founded the Immortal Dynasty harbors such instincts.

Interests, emotions, systems, balances—these are paramount for any organizational entity, not to be compromised.

"Jiang Ding,"

"Has Yuan died now?"

In an instant, the God Machine God Monarch underwent significant changes, questioning again in a deep voice.

According to Yuan’s reserved strategies, he and several strong mbers of the Xiann Sect will form a new political pattern, relying on the still abundant humanity and moral character of the Dari Swordsman to form a new political balance, which should last at least a hundred thousand years.

Beyond a hundred thousand years, nothing can be predicted.

Humans are fickle.

During these hundred thousand years, every effort must be made to cultivate and nurture citizens capable of replacing the seventh leadership!

"No one knows."

"He is in a very special state right now."

Jiang Ding considered briefly, deliberated for a mont, and spoke in terms the Harmonization God Monarch could understand: "What is called Feather Transformation, involves dying first and then being reborn, experiencing a complete death, and then coming back to life. Even I don’t have absolute certainty of resurrection in this process."

"In history, countless heavenly prides, once in tens of millions of years in the Great Thousand World Clusters, achieved stunning brilliance in all aspects, yet still perished during Feather Transformation."

"This is not an exception, but a common occurrence."

"Often, it is on the bones of many such deceased heavenly prides that the Ancestor Masters of Immortal Sects, who dominate the Great Thousand World, are born."

"So, I don’t know if he is dead."

"For now, we just wait."

"Wait?"

The God Machine God Monarch took a deep breath and fell silent.

At this mont, he felt the imnse pressure Yuan had borne.

Speaking with such a terrifying being, even if this being exerted no pressure and was even a kind junior with deep emotional ties, the pressure was always felt, akin to facing a terrifying massive black hole, a natural fear for beings.

In the past, with Yuan at the forefront, there was no sensation.

Now the God Machine God Monarch himself was the highest, instantly perceiving countless variables and terrifying possibilities surfacing in his sea of consciousness, a chaos in his heart.

Truly.

At this mont, without Yuan, the Xiann Sect, facing the Dari Swordsman, could only rely on emotions to maintain a political situation, with no other dependence left.

Here, silence reigned.

Everyone quietly waited, silently waited.

Thus, they waited for three full years, yet there was no change, the Heavenly Tribulation Clouds remained.

At a certain mont, the clouds gradually dispersed.

Starlight illuminated the earth, the cosmic star river, no longer any pressing threat of heavenly tribulation, restoring all here to peace, with only a trace remaining.

"Yuan..."

The God Machine God Monarch and Divine Monarch Wanji’s vision darkened, tears involuntary welled up.

From Yuan to Cong, then to Wu, yet another leader who served the Xiann Sect had passed away, marking the end of an era and the beginning of a new one.

"Now,"

"Begin the election for the interim leader,"

"The forr leader Yuan nominated the Divine Machine to participate. Please proceed with the preliminary vote among participating mbers. A general assembly of citizens will be held in three years to vote..."

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer announced right on cue.

"In favor."

Jiang Ding cast his vote silently.

This matter had been discussed with Yuan, earning his support and promise and sealed with a Heart Sword and Sword Soul pledge, ensuring that citizen politics in the post-Yuan era could continue and not devolve into a more unique Immortal Sect, where the ancestor alone was supre.

In the face of politics, this elder did not completely trust anyone.

"In favor."

"In favor."

"..."

All eight participating mbers of the Xiann Sect were there, gradually casting their votes. At this mont, no power struggle occurred, and the citizens remained united in spirit.

"Votes for and against: eight to zero."

"Resolution passed."

"The God Machine God Monarch is elected as interim leader of the Xiann Sect. A citizen assembly vote must be held within three years to elect a new leader. A level one state of ergency has been issued. All levels of the Deep Space Fleet, inter-realm fleets, ground forces, and various Xiann Sect agencies enter imdiate level one ergency status..."

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer remained coldly indifferent, implenting each resolution.

Such an occurrence had happened seven tis in its database, everything proceeding in an orderly fashion according to rules and systems, anyti ready to suppress any internal and external foes erging at this mont of new and old transition.

An old, glorious era has passed.

Is a new era dawning?

"I swear,"

"From now on..."

The God Machine God Monarch recited with a wooden expression and hoarse voice.

"Wait!"

"Sothing’s happening!"

Jiang Ding suddenly interrupted everything, a terrifying yet silent pressure spreading in all directions, freezing all ti and space, frantically scanning for sothing.