Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 2244 - 2211: After a Million Years, Meeting the True

Destruction Locking Spirit Pearl.

This is a practice of the Destruction Dao in the mortal realm, altering the fundantal rules of a land from the layer of rules!

"I seem to have discovered sothing incredible..."

Jiang Ding’s heart suddenly felt alard.

This change of heaven and earth, affecting the events and rituals of the Endless Universe Starry Sky, seems to be a legitimate Righteous Dao, making the act of killing True Immortal and devouring their paths pale in comparison during such a ritual.

At this mont, the Destruction Dao of the Endless Starry Sky was unprecedentedly lively, restless, emitting a mysterious wave that only the True Immortal of the Destruction Dao could perceive.

At this mont, the Destruction Dao True Immortal seed to be practicing their own Dao!

A mix of excitent, more mist and unknown suddenly appeared in Jiang Ding’s heart at this mont.

There were too many variables in his deduction, making it impossible for him to see the future clearly, only faintly sensing an exciting direction.

The Destruction Dao gradually cald.

Jiang Ding cald down, looking towards a direction, a barren void dozens of Star Domains away from here.

It appeared empty, yet there was a True Immortal-level concealnt power, always dormant, never moving for countless years, and coupled with the vastness of the Endless Starry Sky, it had always gone unnoticed.

A grain of sand exists within a desert; even if it’s a True Immortal, if previously unaware of anomaly in that part of the Starry Sky, it’s often hard to discern anything.

However, as ti passed, the True Immortal power gradually strengthened, this concealnt power beca increasingly unable to bear the pressure.

There exists a Dao marker distinctly clear for the Supre Great Sun Sword Fairy, which can descend at any ti without any obstacles.

...

The Fusang Divine Tree still stands.

Its brilliance radiant, concealed in the void, never daring to move once, this situation has persisted for over a million years, ever since the True Phoenix True Immortal was born.

The fleeing is aningless.

The gaze of a True Immortal can penetrate dozens of Star Domains, can fly across vast cosmic spaces, it’s a transcendent mode of transportation.

In contrast, the flight of ordinary beings is far too slow.

Even if you lead by a million years and fly ahead for a million years, a True Immortal chasing will catch up easily, in such a gulf-like disparity, concealnt becos the best choice.

The Fusang Holy Land has been inherited for countless years and has sufficient experience in this regard.

At this mont, one after another, the female cultivators of Fusang Holy Land busily passed through the Fusang Divine Tree, plucking leaves, picking secondary Spirit Fruits, collecting Sun Essence with jade bottles orderly.

Besides these sect chores, the most important task naturally is assisting the Fusang Saintess in managing the myriad affairs of the Endless Starry Sky departnt.

The departnt is directly managed by the Fusang Saintess, responsible for the Ten Thousand Laws Celestial Pivot’s various engagents, joint research, sermon activities, remotely controlling the Taoist Court’s affairs far away from the Supre Great Sun Heavenly Palace.

The Fusang Saintess stood quietly under the Fusang Divine Tree, gazing into the distance lost in thought.

Years not seen, she remained as enchanting as when first encountered by the Supre Great Sun Sword Fairy, standing amidst the sun’s glow, akin to a Sun Goddess, breathtakingly beautiful.

Beside her, the Vermilion Bird Saintess sat obediently.

"Holy Daughter,"

"Estimates predict the Holy Land to be exposed in at most three hundred thousand years."

An elderly Supre approached, whispering.

When the Fusang Saintess was born, she would preside over the Fusang Divine Tree Great Array, becoming the sect’s most revered cultivator, her master being her elder rather than a superior.

The Fusang Saintess did not respond.

"If there is still no new change in three hundred thousand years, the Fusang Holy Land will enter Returning Ruins slumber."

"Waiting for the future..."

The Supre sowhat lanted.

Once entering Returning Ruins slumber, all beings in the Fusang Holy Land will perish, entering the alien race’s Immortal Dynasty slumber period, waiting until this generation of Emperor dies before considering return.

However, she is sowhat unwilling.

This era, the Fusang Holy Land clearly possesses its own True Immortal, birthed an Empress, yet is not in the sa Starry Sky as the True Immortal, truly a capricious fate.

Such anomalies have never occurred in the Fusang Holy Land’s history.

Clearly, once a Dao companion of the Fusang Holy Land Saintess is born, they must be in the sa Starry Sky with the Saintess, having a strong Cause and Effect tie, not separated by hopelessly vast cosmic distances as now.

Around, Supres of the Fusang Holy Land felt sowhat despairing.

"Fellow mbers, worry not."

"It’s not yet the ti of despair."

The Fusang Saintess did not bla anyone, softly comforting, "I can feel, His Majesty is beneath this Starry Sky, this is certain."

"His Majesty beneath this Starry Sky?"

Vermilion Bird Saintess and many Supres of Fusang Holy Land were shocked.

Isn’t His Majesty at the East Pole Green Emperor Star Ring Belt?

Yet the bond between the Empress and the True Immortal cannot be wrong, since the Empress has been born, the True Immortal must also be in this Starry Sky, this is historical experience.

No one dared to ask more, yet many hopes arose in their hearts.

"All must be diligent in Taoist Court duties, His Majesty surely will..."

The Fusang Saintess patiently reassured.

Suddenly.

She paused.

Then, the Fusang Saintess showed unimaginable joy, running toward a direction, arms outstretched, like a little girl wanting to embrace sothing.

She halted at a place.

"Holy Daughter..."

Vermilion Bird Saintess and many Supres of Fusang Holy Land were shocked.

In that glow, they saw, the silhouette of a green-clothed youth gradually erged, suddenly appearing here, countless branches and leaves of the Fusang Divine Tree Great Array unfolded, conveying jubilant emotion, with no signs of defense, enthusiastically welcoming, like a rare distinguished guest had arrived.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, long ti no see."

The Fusang Saintess, eyes tearful.

She hugged the person before her tightly, rubbing her little head against his chest, speaking with a nasal tone.

Three thousand strands of her hair danced with the turning of her little head, exuding a delightful sunny sll, filled with deep longing, sowhat enchanting.

"Long ti... no see."

Jiang Ding’s heart stirred slightly.

His hands gently held her waist, speaking softly.

If counting the present and initial encounter, this is the second eting of the Fusang Saintess and him, both beneath the Fusang Divine Tree, as if so kind of fate.

Two etings, separated by over a million years.

In the life of a cultivator, how many million years are there?

Such a span of ti, even for the Fusang Saintess, is not a short duration, the longing in her heart gradually accumulated, now transford into mountain and sea, letting it all out at this mont.

"We pay our respects!"

"We pay our respects to the Sword Master!"

"Welco Sword Master, descending upon the Vermilion Bird South Emperor Star Ring Belt!"

Vermilion Bird Saintess, Fusang Holy Land’s Supres wore broad smiles, excited beyond words, bowing one after another, shouting like a tidal wave.

How many years has it been.

How many years have passed!

This Star Domain has finally welcod the True Immortal of the Human Race, the dawn of restoration reappears, and it shall soon beco reality.