Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 248 237 Foundation Building Today3

Countless electromagnetic magical powers were refined and transford into mana, causing the already swollen Qi Sea in the Elixir Field to suddenly expand further, with a tearing, raw pain.

With both internal and external forces combined, amidst a faint crackling sound, the range of electromagnetic power absorbed by the blue-gold large tree finally broke through a kiloter, spreading into the outside world and growing rapidly before the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye,

the blue-gold large tree inflated like a balloon, doubling in diater and growing to over forty ters in height, with its canopy extending to cover an area of a hundred ters in radius!

The range of electromagnetic magical power it absorbed also rapidly expanded: a kiloter, one and a half kiloters, two kiloters, three kiloters!

Boom!

An unprecedented surge of electromagnetic magical power poured into the Elixir Field, refined by the high-speed spinning Qi whirlpool, inflating it ti and again until, at last, the walls of the Elixir Field even beca a flesh-colored thin mbrane.

Within it, the pale blue electromagnetic mana was faintly visible, occasionally colliding like flashes of light.

The gaseous mana kept converging, and it was still increasing rapidly, confined within the tiny Elixir Field and ridians, beginning to transform from a gas to a mist.

The mana within the Elixir Field and ridians kept increasing!

Under imnse pressure, the Elixir Field and ridians began to show fine traces of blood, on the brink of their limit.

"Let it be."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

From beginning to end, everything was precisely calculated; there was no possibility of danger.

Crack!

As he spoke, a deep blue sword-shaped lightning bolt erged at the center of the Qi Sea where the misty mana was converging, crackling and breaking the fragile balance that had been maintained all along, causing the Qi Sea to churn incessantly and the walls of the Elixir Field to wobble.

Amidst the electric light,

the first drop of deep blue mana ford!

The appearance of the first drop of liquid mana was a beginning.

The trendous pressure that had been built up in the entire Elixir Field finally found an outlet, as all the misty mana rushed into the first drop of liquid mana, making it swiftly multiply, becoming two drops, three drops, four drops…

Pitter-pattering drops of rain appeared within the Elixir Field, with droplets of liquid mana falling from the air and accumulating at the bottom of the Elixir Field.

After a long ti, all the misty mana vanished, and the Elixir Field returned to normal.

At the bottom of the Elixir Field, liquid mana nearly filled one-third of it.

"Foundation building, completed."

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

Rumble!

As the mana underwent a qualitative change, it surged from the Elixir Field into all the large and small ridians of the body, nourishing every part, and in his Divine Soul, a thunderous rumble resounded, undergoing its own transformation.

The blue-gold large tree, transford from the Taiqing Flying Sword, shook continuously, releasing sothing that had been accumulating for a long ti, channeling it into the Divine Soul.

Great Sun Sword Pavilion, Sword of Dao Foundation!

After the first transformation that occurred at the Xiantian stage, the second transformation of the Divine Soul began!

Within the Divine Soul, thunder rolled incessantly, and the sea of consciousness underwent earth-shaking trendous changes,

expanding outward, keeping on expanding!

Jiang Ding could clearly see his range of Divine Sense effortlessly leaping from three hundred ters to one thousand ters, the average range for Foundation-building cultivators.

Then it continued to spread.

Two thousand ters!

Three thousand ters!

Four thousand ters!

A Divine Sense range of four thousand ters, four tis that of ordinary Foundation-building cultivators!

It must be known that even for ordinary Foundation-building Peak Cultivators, the range of Divine Sense is only two thousand ters at most, just half of what he had achieved now.

Similarly, his Divine Soul strength was now four tis that of ordinary cultivators at the Foundation Establishnt Stage!

Four tis.

This is a boundary, where even those with the best talents in the mundane world can only have three tis the Divine Soul strength of their peers, like Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan, the human brain, whether of an infant or an adult, can only support so much.

A four tis Divine Soul of the sa stage, this is a sign of approaching the domain of the nearly immortal.

Clang!

Within the Divine Soul, Sword Intent resounded crisply, effortlessly breaking through to a range of ten thousand ters—reaching the minimum range of Divine Sense for Golden Pellet Realm cultivators.

After a long ti, all changes ca to a halt, stabilizing.

"Foundation Establishnt Stage."

Jiang Ding slowly stood up, his Divine Sense Scanning everything within a four-thousand-ter radius, Sword Intent sensing all beings with souls within a ten-thousand-ter radius, revealing every detail within his Divine Soul.

"Why do I feel that Foundation-building cultivators are now too weak, and I have an urge to take down Golden Pill Monks."

"Misconception, misconception! Stay calm."