Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 268 257 Super Cross-Border Transmission Array1

Aside from the most critical piece of information - the heavy machine gun ammunition.

The overall manager of the Hua Xue Shadowless Hall had so other interesting information in his Divine Soul.

For instance, there were three or four spies within Qiyu Sect at the Foundation Establishnt Stage.

In truth, they could hardly be called spies. They were indecisive characters who occasionally passed on both crucial and irrelevant intelligence, just to maintain a connection.

When orders from the Shadowless Hall ca through, they would selectively carry them out based on their own interests.

They maintained a relationship that was neither too close nor too distant.

Two individuals were of particular importance: one nad Zhou Lingwu, an Early Stage of Foundation Building cultivator, and another nad Li Cheng, a Mid-stage Foundation Building cultivator.

Li and Zhou were prominent clan nas within Qiyu Sect.

Backed by two Golden Pills, their talent was outstanding, and even their peers within the Foundation-building stage would pale in comparison to them.

"Despise those who consu the flesh?"

Jiang Ding mumbled to himself, extinguishing the thought of passing on this intelligence to Qiyu Sect.

The lower ranks squabbled and fought, with cultivators dying every mont, while the upper echelons secretly made deals—no one would believe it if it were spoken about.

It hadn't even been twenty years since the Golden Pill War, and Qiyu Sect had already lost a Golden Pill from within the Earth Pulse.

"Is this another case of leaving a way out? Do they really think Xuetu Hall is a charity that honors promises?"

Jiang Ding shook his head.

Yet, he also knew that such things were indeed possible.

In history, there had been kings who were tricked and cooked, their flesh distributed to their offspring; and when the new dynasty rose, didn't they still confer titles on the heroic royalties of the past dynasty and genuinely share the sa fate as the nation?

The thoughts and actions of Qiyu Sect's Golden Pills were of no concern to him.

He then took out the tracking talisman he had bought at a high price, which could collect information and retrospectively trace events that had happened at a place within the past twenty years.

Divine Sense probed into it.

Twenty years ago, just five years before he arrived in this world.

A robed figure was seen sitting cross-legged beside the Blood Pool, refining a palm-sized saber embryo churning within, occasionally adding gathered blood clumps and Spiritual Materials.

"Oh, the direct descendant of Hua Xue Yu, it's been a long ti since we last t."

Jiang Ding greeted casually.

The life of the robed man was tedious, and each day was spent in cultivation.

Only every few months would he descend the mountain to abduct one or two beautiful and noble won; he would toy with them before throwing them into the Blood Pool to watch them dissolve into blood and bones amidst their howls.

Scenes flashed by quickly, and about five years passed.

One day, Wei Xian of the 'Sea Splitting Saber' left the mountain and returned with more than a dozen large carts filled with gold, silver, and rare old dicines.

One of the carts, however, was empty, containing nothing at all.

Many strong n from the Jindao School struggled to lift what appeared to be a mass of nothingness.

It was this scene that flickered past—the Third Order tracking talisman trembled non-stop, the image blurred as it rushed through this segnt of ti.

"The Taiqing Spirit Iron mine, far beyond its ability to backtrack."

Jiang Ding thought reflectively.

After another five or six months, a blurry silhouette approached Jindaoshan Mountain; nothing could be seen clearly, the image trembled far more violently than when the Taiqing Spirit Iron appeared.

Crack!

The Third Order tracking talisman split open with a deep crack, its edges unnaturally smooth.

It accelerated its pace madly, glossing over what might have instantly shattered it into fragnts.

"This is ... I'm actually really strong."

Jiang Ding confidently stated.

He guessed that this was because he was backtracking his own past, akin to retrieving mories, so the backlash was not so severe.

If it were an unrelated person trying to spy, the Third Order tracking talisman could shatter instantaneously; whoever activated the talisman or cast the Tianji magic could be severely wounded on the spot, or even die from sudden depletion of Life Energy.

And yet, nothing could be spied upon—the backlash occurred before even seeing anything.

"The Third Order Sky Chaos Talisman might have been wasted for nothing, but it's alright,"

Jiang Ding continued to look down.

After bypassing that ti period, the image beca clear again.

One year later,

a Foundation-building early stage cultivator from Xuetu Hall arrived here, hatred in his eyes and a resemblance to the deceased legitimate son of the Yu family.

It was he who perford the Divine Sense Scanning over Jindaoshan Mountain, obtaining two Magic Arts-Breaking Steel bullets for heavy machine guns, returning to Xuetu Hall, and handing the bullets to an elder in the shadows, begging him to thoroughly investigate the matter.

The peak Foundation Building stage shadowy elder agreed, as it was his own younger brother.

Afterward ca four to five years of boring array setting and surveillance, with nothing unexpected happening. The Trace Tracing Talisman showed no signs of being overwheld.

Bang!

It expended all of its power and disappeared into ashes.

"Good, there were no external figures or forces appearing in this area,"

Jiang Ding said to himself.

"That early-stage Foundation Building cultivator called Yu Zitong, who handled this matter, must be dealt with when the opportunity arises."

"Priority is average, after all, in the Cultivation World, Spiritual Materials and Magic Tools with a slight Magic Arts-Breaking Attribute are rare but do appear occasionally; it's not unusual, so the chances of attracting significant attention from Divinity Transformation forces over a re ssage is extrely low."

"The one who truly deserves to die,"

"is that Mu Tiansnow. She even dares to practice the Blood Path, more tenacious than a cockroach, that makes her even more worthy of death."

Jiang Ding thought coldly.

Hum!

The Taiqing Flying Sword vibrated with a tallic ring, as strands of Sword Qi shot from between his fingers, splitting into even finer threads of Sword Qi that passed through the lush wheatfield without causing any harm.

A breath later, it returned.

Needle-sized Sword Qi strung with a Spiritual Insect, 7,211 in total, without a single miss, nor an extra one shot.

"Too long unchecked, pests have multiplied again."

The clusters of Spiritual Insects fell to the ground, becoming part of the fertilizer as they were buried in the soil.

His figure vanished from sight.

...

The mining area.

The Blue-gold large tree stood tall in the sky, and the Azure Great Sun rested in its shade, emitting a gray Primordial Magnet light.

A silver-gray great bird, asuring 37.257 ters in length, with a wingspan of 19.257 ters, standing 7.857 ters tall, and weighing 64.724 tons, perched there like the mythical Fushang bird, basking in the tempering and nourishnt of the Azure Great Sun.

Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence within a ten-kiloter radius were drawn in and passed through it. After multiple stages of refinent, tiny beads of essence fell upon a youth holding a jade bottle below.

Clang!

A sword cry resounded, a wisp of Grey Fog was cut off, and sent into the Azure Great Sun. After slting, it was distributed to branches all around, adding a wisp of gray traces within the veins of leaves.

Day after day, for a total of one thousand and ninety-five days without pause.

Today, finally, there was a change.

At the mont this wisp of Gray Fog finished slting, the Blue-gold large tree branches quivered and danced wildly, whipping and slashing around. The gray Primordial Magnet light surged abruptly. Starting with the leaf veins, it expanded onto the branches, forming a series of gray, winding patterns on the bark of the branches.

After several hours, it stabilized completely.

"After refining a thousand plus wisps for the Fusion Magnetic Crystal Core, the Taiqing Flying Sword has undergone one transformation, slightly increasing its strength,"

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

After continuing his cultivation for several days, he transford into a gray-blue Escape Light and flew towards the sky.

"Ding-dong!"

"The final exam for the space airborne combat system course in the big three periods is about to begin, the Canghai Small World cross-border super Transmission Array has been activated. Please, students, imdiately board the Air-Space Warplane and gather in the direction of the super Transmission Array,"

the Array Spirit's voice echoed.