Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 462 - 462 420 Old Friends Fade Away

462: Chapter 420 Old Friends Fade Away 462: Chapter 420 Old Friends Fade Away Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi converged, compressing towards a central point.

Mana began to transform from a gaseous state into a liquid state.

If successful, one could use the qualitatively changed mana to refine the body and Divine Soul, thereby extending life to two hundred and fifty years, and the thirty-year lifespan limit of the Qi Practicing Phase could also be stacked on top.

If it failed, both body and soul would perish.

The bodies and Divine Souls of those at the Foundation-building stage were simply too aged.

At the age of one hundred twenty-six, ordinary people at this age would already be a pile of bones, and any slightly more significant trauma could trigger a cascading collapse of the body.

“What will be the outco?”

“Birth, aging, sickness, death; natural laws?”

Jiang Ding mused to himself, then suddenly a trace of coldness appeared in his expression.

“If we truly followed the natural laws of birth, aging, sickness, and death, what would be the aning of our cultivation, why would we not willingly die after a century?”

“Natural laws, too, can be reversed!”

“Central Array Spirit Computer.”

Jiang Ding cald down, “Using the Taiqing Flying Sword as collateral, is it possible to temporarily obtain a Divine Transformation battle technique?

And if the person inside fails to break through the Foundation Building, can you preserve the half-transford Divine Soul and seal it to send into the Sleeping Hidden Realm?”

“It is possible.”

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer did not delay for even a mont.

“Within a thousand years, just hand over a Divine Transformation battle technique.”

“Such an arrangent is good,” Jiang Ding said.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and entered the cultivation state, no longer anxious, nearly on the verge of breeding an Internal Demon.

The people around also held their breath, daring not to make any noise.

After an unknown amount of ti.

Drip!

A sound from the unknown depths erged, like the first drop of water falling onto a crystal-clear jade dish.

“It’s done.”

“Hahaha!”

Jiang Ding abruptly opened his eyes, his face blossoming with laughter, a joy erging from deep within his heart, without any more worries, he laughed heartily, “Indeed worthy of being the mother of the future Heavenly Monarch Jiang.

How could she fail to overco a re Foundation Building hurdle?”

“Impossible,”

“Such a thing is impossible!”

In the surge of emotion, the invisibility concealnt technique instantly failed.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth, with a childish face, like a high school student, stood at the entrance of the cultivation room, laughing uproariously, his words overly dramatic and cringeworthy to the point one wanted to cover their eyes and ears.

“This is Uncle?”

The muscular young man and woman were instantly dumbstruck.

If they saw him anywhere else, they would assu he was a kid who had skipped class from so school.

This appearance, this cringeworthy temperant, there was hardly any difference.

“Hello there.”

Jiang Ding quickly lowered his hands from his sides and greeted them with a serious and kindly hello, then disappeared from view once more.

After a long ti, the turbulent Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi settled down.

After stabilizing her cultivation base for several days, the door of the cultivation room slowly opened.

Amidst the faint pressure of Foundation Building, Lin Wanqiu walked out.

The dark brown skin on her face had lightened sowhat, the wrinkles had reduced, and even the white hairs on her head were partly turning black, the overall color shifting from white to gray-black.

She had instantly beco much younger.

From the appearance of soone in their nineties, she had transford into the appearance of soone in their sixties or seventies, much healthier and robust.

“…Mom?”

Jiang Yuan tentatively called out, hesitating, sowhat unable to believe.

“Yuan Yuan, what’s the matter?”

Lin Wanqiu was puzzled.

“It really is Mom.”

Jiang Yuan was greatly shocked.

The deviant was one thing, having maintained the sa appearance since she was in elentary school, she had grown accustod to it over the years.

But the mother, who was always a figure of an elder in her heart, suddenly beca younger than herself; standing together, it seed as if she herself had beco the mother.

This abrupt change brought a surreal feeling to her heart.

“Congratulations, Auntie!”

Lin Yuanwang said joyfully.

Having just experienced the successive loss of family mbers, he didn’t want to go through it again.

The feeling of having an elder to rely on in this world was truly wonderful.

“Congratulations, Grandma!”

The two little ones said in unison.

“My dear grandchildren!”

Lin Wanqiu’s eyes crinkled into a smile.

…

After staying at ho for a few more months and confirming that Lin Yuanwang’s ntal state had improved and he could work and practice cultivation normally, Jiang Ding instructed Jiang Yuan to cultivate for a while.

Then his body levitated, and he once again left his hotown to return to school.

Instead of imdiately flying into the Air-Space war machine, his escape light shifted, and he landed at the entrance to Rong City Public Cetery.

After purchasing several bunches of white chrysanthemums nearby, Jiang Ding followed the crowd and queued up to enter the cetery.

Around him, most people were like him, with expressions of sorrow and few words, and though it was not a festival, there were many visitors.

“It turns out that in this city where I was born, people are leaving every mont.”

Jiang Ding thought to himself silently.

“And every mont, people are born too, it’s a cycle.”

“I used to vaguely ignore these things, thinking they would never happen to , but it was just wishful thinking.”

Wandering slowly within the cetery, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Eventually, only he was left, along with the silent gravestones standing around him.

Jiang Ding paused in his steps.

“Tomb of Guo Gongkui.”

“Guo Kui, a cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Layer of Qi Practicing, mother…

father…

born in 11068 in the Xiann Sect, Rong City, Qian Province, admitted to Qianling University Daoism Departnt in 11084, graduated twenty years later at the Third Layer of Qi Practicing, afterward served in the Canghai Small World…”

“In 11115, he took a teaching position at Rongcheng No.1 Middle School, where he taught and guided nine Foundation-building cultivators…”

“In 11127, Teacher Guo ntored the first top scholar from Rong City in the history of Xiann Sect, Grest Sun Swordsman Jiang Ding, making a huge contribution to the sect.

He will be rembered in the annals of history; not even ti can erode his legacy, and thousands of years later people will still rember…”

“Passed away at ho in 11202, rembered by descendants.”

Jiang Ding placed the white chrysanthemums in front of Guo Kui’s grave.

“Teacher Guo, may you rest in peace.”

For a mont, he recalled the many years ago when Guo Kui passionately slamd the desk, angrily scolding soone for writing one symbol wrong in ‘The Premier Law of Xiann,’ exasperated.

It is now 111208.

The high school teachers began to pass away a few years ago, and he had attended each funeral to draw a final period for these teacher-student relationships.

“Hey, Jiang Ding, it’s you again.”

A familiar voice ca from behind.

“Hello, Teacher Zhang.”

Jiang Ding turned around and greeted.

It was Zhang Dingjun, an instructor from Rongcheng No.1 Middle School, now at the early stage of Foundation Building, and the last of that group of high school teachers.

“Back from school again?”

Zhang Dingjun placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of Guo Kui’s grave and walked towards the graves of other long-ti colleagues like Teacher Wang Lan, asking casually.

“Yes.”

Jiang Ding nodded and followed him.

“Actually, Teacher Guo had the potential to go further.”

“He cared too much for his children.”

Zhang Dingjun put the chrysanthemums in front of Teacher Wang Lan’s grave and sighed, “You beca the top scholar of Xiann Sect, and the sect awarded a Foundation Building Pill and a complete set of three treasures for Foundation Building, which he did not use but kept for his children.

The sa went for the Premium Foundation Building Pill you gave him; he relied only on his cultivation thod to extend his life by a dozen years.”

“It’s all good.”

Jiang Ding shook his head.

It was the choice Guo Kui thought right, and outsiders had no place to judge.

“Indeed.”

Zhang Dingjun fell silent.

Like him, classmates and colleagues had disappeared one after another, and over the years, he still felt an emptiness inside.

After paying respects to the passed-away teachers with Zhang Dingjun, Jiang Ding waved his hand, flew into the sky, rged with the Air-Space war machine, and flew off into the distance.