Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 2010: 1979: Traditional Rituals of the Human Race Sw

Capítulo 2010: Chapter 1979: Traditional Rituals of the Human Race Swordsman

In the barren dead silent starry sky.

The Supre Sword Son tried many tis over a long period, yet he still couldn’t find the way to the Great Dream Sword Realm.

Only then did he suddenly realize that those things once within easy reach, just as ordinary as sunlight, air, the sun, moon, and stars, contained so much unknown.

“Impossible!”

“Just the Seventh Step, most of the main body has been completed, the hardest part has been solved, can it be that even the rest of it cannot be inferred by this Taoist disciple alone?”

The Supre Sword Son said unwillingly.

He cald himself, continued healing, and as soon as his injuries slightly recovered, he imdiately began inferring the cultivation thod.

Starting from the most basic structure, building his own system, his own cultivation thod brick by brick, all the while resisting the urge to consult others, for he knew no one would answer.

Just as he used to be, all cultivators hoarded their secrets jealously, even more than this, they would never answer another’s path queries.

Moreover, those cultivators not practicing the Supre Great Sun Sword Dao couldn’t resolve their queries.

Even if they went mad wanting to help, they couldn’t manage it.

This endless starry sky is so vast, yet prides of elites are common, while simultaneously it’s so tiny, everywhere are diocre people, all is the dark desolate starry sky, and world, where geniuses are hardly found.

In the past in the Great Dream Sword Realm where sword dao geniuses were everywhere, encountering even one in the real world is extrely difficult, the starry sky is too far, obstructing the communication of sword cultivators.

The more the Supre Sword Son inferred, the more anxious he beca.

Problems arose one after another, many of them were tiny detailed issues never thought of before, extrely simple and ordinary, yet if you cannot think of them for a mont, they can trap you for life.

These were still ordinary problems.

Even more terrifying issues were like boulders blocking the entire path on the great Dao, obstructing every avenue!

These dreadful problems, the sages have already solved them, historically sages have advanced bravely, paying countless blood and tears and sacrifices to solve them, turning them into simple formulas, casually invoked without a second thought.

But now, when those casually invoked imnse knowledge bases of the Immortal Dao are lost, needing you to explore from scratch, this Sword Dao genius will instantly understand why historically sages were so long stuck here, why a generation of elite pride sacrificed themselves to finally conquer it!

Are such seemingly ordinary and simple yet utterly terrifyingly difficult problems rare?

They’re everywhere!

When you lose the wisdom of countless sages, lose countless past experiences, when you need to start from scratch, you are the alone pathfinder, these terrifying difficulties are everywhere!

The Supre Sword Son spent hundreds of years to infer, finally coming to the result…

“Spurt!”

The Supre Sword Son suddenly vomited blood, his face deathly pale, as if hanging by a thread.

He entered a state of Fire and Demonic.

Losing that great platform encompassing the Endless Universe Starry Sky geniuses, past dust-like difficulties have now beco as imnse as stars, one after another blocking the great Dao in front, keeping him from advancing a single step.

“This won’t do!”

“Won’t do!”

“This Dao, needs to establish a similar dream realm…”

The Supre Sword Son said in horror.

His heart was filled with various distracting thoughts, he knew relying solely on himself, he could never push the Supre Great Sun Sword Dao forward even a bit, as before obtaining the Supre Great Sun Sword Scripture, even with talent unmatched in the cosmic starry sky, he was rely a Dao Fruit pawn of the Seven Kills Divine Dynasty.

A genius needs conditions to apply his talents, needs a platform, cannot create sothing out of nothing.

But to establish a similar dream realm?

This terrifying problem is far more difficult than advancing the Supre Great Sun Sword Dao even a small step, many tis harder!

Within it contains multiple Immortal Level inheritances, contains the top-tier immortal techniques of several great Immortal Dao civilizations, and more importantly contains a layout of a cosmic starry sky top-tier genius over tens of thousands of years, coupled with many serendipitous occurrences, step by step developed.

So many conditions, how can it be said to establish just like that?

“This problem,”

“Must be solved!”

The Supre Sword Son gritted his teeth, stopped inferring the cultivation thod, knowing it was aningless.

…

The result of the Golden Crow Star Domain battle reached the Vermilion Bird Star Realm hundreds of years later.

“The Seven Steps Swordsman is indeed worthless.”

“The Sun Divine Son too.”

Jiang Ding stood at the center of the Sun True Fire Sword Refining Array, observing the Five Fire Seven Beasts Fan being slted, he said indifferently: “I granted them tens of thousands of years, let them slaughter each other, without interference, yet these wastes never reached a decisive victory, life or death.”

“Truly, disappointing.”

Before this human race swordsman, tens of other human race swordsn knelt respectfully, many bleeding or in tattered clothes, lacking grace.

“Success is king, defeat is nothing.”

“Since you haven’t been defeated yet, then what you say is right.”

A seven-step present world swordsman lowered his head.

As human race swordsn, when encountering danger, instinctively they lean towards, gather around the strongest human race sword cultivator, to serve under him.

This has many benefits.

Firstly, there is no danger.

That’s right, unlike many magic cultivators with those inexplicable fears, sword cultivators do not believe that stronger sword cultivators would attack them, because they’re not strong enough, this trust even surpasses morals and friendship.

Which sword cultivator would attack a weaker one for no reason?

Secondly, being with a stronger human race sword cultivator, serving him, one’s sword dao would be guided, becoming stronger.

Among human race swordsn, orderly unity is their hallmark, entirely different from the chaos among magic cultivators, stabbing in the back quickly, but rather after gaining strength openly stabbing in the back, relatively more orderly.

These present world human race swordsn were defeated in the Golden Crow Star Domain.

Naturally, they fled via the teleportation formation, arriving beside another eighth-step human race sword son.

“Fellow Daoist, your nas?”

Jiang Ding looked at the three strongest seven-step sword sons, and asked.

“Kong Sha, from the Seven Kills Divine Dynasty.”

“Wuji, from Wuji Sword Sect.”

“Burying Heaven, from Heavenly Burial Immortal Sect.”

The three seven-step sword sons bowed respectfully and said: “We, pay respects to the Sword Son!”

A group of sword sons gathered together, there is always only one who can be called Sword Son, this is the sword cultivators’ traditional custom.

“Pay respects to the Sword Son!”

The remaining swordsn below the seventh step also bowed in salute.

These human race swordsn looked expectantly at the Supre Great Sun Sword Son, as if waiting for sothing.

According to human race sword cultivator tradition, a stronger sword son who has accepted their allegiance often bestows a sword qi, within which contains a little of the stronger sword son’s great Dao insight, a tradition since so Sword Emperor’s era.

“For you.”

Jiang Ding tossed them each a Jade Slip.

The Wuji Sword Son and others swept it with their divine sense, their pupils instantly shrank, their sword hearts shook uncontrollably.

This Jade Slip, is clearly the Supre Great Sun Sword Scripture!

The fundantal cultivation thod of the Supre Great Sun Sword Son!

These human race swordsman were instantly numb, dazed, as if they had seen a ghost.

Which Sword Son would casually toss out a fundantal cultivation thod during the sword cultivators’ temporary allegiance ceremony?

Does this conform to tradition?

Does this conform to sword dao etiquette?

“We, pay respects,”

“To the Sword Son!”

The Wuji Sword Son and others knelt on one knee again, the sound rushing sharply like a torrent, piercing the Nine Heavens.