Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 2038: 2006: Great Wisdom Brings Harm, Deep Love Ends

Chapter 2038: Chapter 2006: Great Wisdom Brings Harm, Deep Love Ends in Sorrow

This world is completely silent.

All the sword cultivators look here with reverent fervor, watching the dust on the ground, the traces left after many gods of this world have burned themselves to death.

Many people are filled with imnse confidence.

How does it matter that human factions are chaotic?

How does it matter that human internal struggles are cruel and intense?

As long as an invincible prodigy appears, the Human Race will still be the sovereign of the Endless Starry Sky; these so-called chronic illnesses are but a bit of frost and dew, hardly worth ntioning!

“Seven Kills…”

Jiang Ding’s eyes gleam fiercely as he looks into the distance.

There, a Sword-light of Seven Kills is rapidly fleeing into the distance, disappearing in an instant, not daring to initiate the Holy Sword Fight now, having lost confidence.

The Dari Swordsman does not pursue, although he certainly could catch up, for he has excelled in this aspect over the years.

“Your luck is quite good.”

“I, the Monarch, have always respected the strong and respected the True Immortal.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

Since the True Immortal Wanfa says there cannot be internal struggles among the Human Race here, he will respect it; if the human Taoist disciples of this world do not provoke him, he will not kill them.

This respect will continue until a change in strength occurs.

A dim divine light flies from the horizon.

This is the Soul Fla Divine Son.

He appears dispirited, flying awkwardly, as if a body of a soul already dead, his face numb.

“I…”

The Soul Fla Divine Son cries out in pain.

It was because of rescuing him that the Sun Divine Son and others were exposed and targeted by the Sovereign of the Vermilion Bird Star Realm; otherwise, with the vastness of the Endless Universe Starry Sky, the Eight-step Daoist trying to find another deliberately hidden Eight-step Daoist is almost an impossibility.

It was because of himself!

If not for himself, these many divine beings would not have died.

Now, he himself is also about to die.

“Kill.”

“Killing…”

The Soul Fla Divine Son wobbles forward, like many Divine Sons, burning himself and launching a desperate charge at that green-clothed youth.

His figure shines brilliantly, like a teor.

“Audacious!”

“Arrogant to the extre!”

As soon as the Soul Fla Divine Son starts to burn himself and charge, all surrounding Human Race Swordsn beco furious.

Just a Seven-step Divine Son, just a severely injured Seven-step Divine Son!

Does he think he has the glory to challenge the Swordsman?

Does he have the qualification to initiate the Holy Sword Fight?

Does he deserve such honor?

This is an insult!

Clang!

Huang Huo Sword Son, Wuji Sword Son, Heaven Burial Sword Son, and more than a hundred Human Race Swordsn all draw swords, their Sword Intent cold and chilling, their swords like a torrent, instantly slashing towards the staggering Soul Fla Divine Son.

The Soul Fla Divine Son’s body stiffens.

The next mont, his body and Divine Soul are utterly shattered, completely dead.

As such a weakling, he does not have the qualification to initiate a Holy Sword Fight against a Swordsman, nor the qualification to stand in front of a Swordsman.

Preserving the Sword Dao honor of stronger Swordsn is the duty of these sword cultivators.

If a sword cultivator consistently maintains the strongest position and respects the interests of the sword cultivators under him, then loyalty from the sword cultivators will far surpass that of the Taoist disciples.

This is a profession unique to the Human Race, bearing strong characteristics of a racial army, emphasizing order and hierarchy greatly.

Jiang Ding’s figure gradually disappears.

There is nothing here that requires his attention anymore.

Subsequent Human Race sword cultivators will sweep the four directions faster, devouring the star domains, bringing more order to the Endless Starry Sky.

…

Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace.

The figure of a green-clothed youth appears on the throne once again, as if he had just returned from a walk.

The only difference is that in front of him is a gilded colored Sun God Spear, instantly making the palace as hot as a furnace, spreading terrifying high temperatures capable of burning the Heavenly Man in all directions.

“Concubine,”

“Welco back, Your Majesty, from your triumphant return!”

The Fusang Saintess bows with a smile.

Currently, the Endless Universe Starry Sky does not have a Supre grown from a True Immortal; the growth of a True Immortal is not only about talent and aptitude but also material needs, requiring many favorable conditions of ti and place; the Demon Race and Divine Dao have accumulated for tens of millions of years to gather the foundational resources for the birth of a True Immortal.

The strongest in the current Endless Starry Sky is thus an Eighth Step Supre.

This ans that the Sun God Lord is one of the strongest Supres in the current Divine Dao, and he is now even trying to annex the Beidou Star Domain with the Beidou Ancient Emperor’s Remnant Array, almost succeeding completely.

Now the Sun God Lord has lost a divinity, seriously injured, which will assuredly give the Human Race overall a respite opportunity.

This is a battle that affects the situation in the Endless Starry Sky!

“Why do you need to be so polite?”

Jiang Ding glanced up at the woman, sowhat puzzled.

Even in the past, when they first t, this woman seed much more relaxed than now, not so formal.

“Your Majesty,”

“This is for considering the future.”

The Fusang Saintess explained: “Considering the historical experiences of the Fusang Holy Land, emotions for a Monarch can exist temporarily, but after tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, all emotions return to normalcy, blandness, at which ti conflicts and discord appear.”

“For ordinary n and won, this is common; humanity is always like this.”

“For ordinary n and won, conflicts may just be so noise, breaking so things, perhaps reconciling afterward, perhaps parting ways, without much importance.”

“However, between and Your Majesty, we cannot be like that.”

The Fusang Saintess smiled: “Our disputes and conflicts would be very dangerous, forming wars and disasters at the Star Domain level, and the consequences would be terrible.”

“In such a case, it is better to respect each other as guests from the beginning.”

“As the saying goes, deep affection does not last, extre wisdom is hurt; too extre things cannot endure long, so are the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the Yin Yang Path.”

“Does Your Majesty not favor such cumberso etiquette?”

“Then I will try to minimize it in the future.”

She thought for a mont and said.

“No need for that, you can live in whatever way you wish.”

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

He lowered his head, continuing to look at the Sun God Spear in his hand, his Divine Sense and Sword Intent constantly scanning, inferring, and calculating within his Sea of Consciousness.

Behind him, a Galaxy Painting unfolds slowly.

It’s a picture, where ten suns hang in the sky, Golden Crows cry, the Golden Armor Divine Son roars and charges, the killing intent piercing the air, various images leap onto the paper, vivid and lifelike.

However, should true strong individuals co here, they would surely not be captivated by the images.

Their gaze would inevitably fall on the lines ford by the Sun Rules, many runes, deeply attracted by the true essence of the Sun Dao.

It’s as if the Sun Dao has been intercepted here.

The Fusang Saintess holds her breath.

She knows the Dari Swordsman is seizing the Sun Inheritance of the Sun God Lord.

No systematic inheritance is needed, just so scattered structures of magic and rules, which can inspire him to create entirely new Swordsmanship.

The Sun Dao overlaps significantly with his Sword Dao.

The Fusang Saintess thought for a while, stepped out of the palace, and returned after a long ti, releasing a large pile of things from the storage ring.

These were books and jade slips, instantly filling the hall, seemingly appearing endlessly; the spatial array in the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace is activated, enlarging the space again, thus not being overwheld by this giant mass of books and jade slips.

Finally, seven old and rustic Sun God Spears flew out, landing in front of the Dari Swordsman.

“Ah?”

Jiang Ding is in high-speed inference, suddenly awakened by this, staring blankly at the woman in front of him.