Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 571 - 571 556 The Falling Void Clan from Ten Thousan

571: Chapter 556: The Falling Void Clan from Ten Thousand Years Ago 571: Chapter 556: The Falling Void Clan from Ten Thousand Years Ago Space fluctuated, the landscape transford, yin and yang reversed.

“Between eight thousand kiloters and nine thousand kiloters from the ground…”

“Above the Gangwind Layer, there’s no atmosphere, a typical structure of a Small World…”

Jiang Ding silently observed the changes in the space around him.

Although he couldn’t interfere with anything, he was no stranger to space and imdiately noted down many pieces of data.

This data could beco vital clues for capturing this fragnt of the Nine Heavens in the future.

The misty and changing colorful threads around him began to mix and recombine, and, after a mont, they turned back into mountains, forests, and exotic beasts, restoring themselves from the state of spatial displacent.

Jiang Ding cald the tumultuous mana within his body and concealed his figure once more before he began looking around.

This was a lush prival jungle; with trees so large that they required dozens of people to wrap their arms around and reached towering heights like clouds, with ancient vines hanging all over their trunks, indicating that the place had not seen human activity for countless years.

Looking up at the sky, it was a blue haze, without the Great Sun, and devoid of sun, moon, and stars.

“A typical secret realm structure.

If the sky of the secret realm is of the ’round-sky, square-earth’ type, in terms of size…”

Jiang Ding released his Divine Sense, calculating through various rays of light and arc data: “Three thousand kiloters to thirty-five hundred kiloters in size, which is relatively small.

It would be easy for a Golden Pill Monk to cross it.”

“According to records, this place is where the Luoxu Clan’s Sect legacy lies.

Relying on this place, it survived many calamities until it t its end at the hand of that invincible being from ten thousand years ago.”

“Such Sect secret realms, by convention, usually have powerful Concealnt Formations to ward off potential enemies and protect the Sect.

I wonder if after ten thousand years, the Formation still operates effectively…”

Jiang Ding mused to himself, envisioning various possible scenarios in his heart.

Though he had never ventured to explore secret realms, delve into ancient cultivator’s cave mansions, or unearth relics, it didn’t an he was ignorant in these matters.

The experiences of many Xiann Sect predecessors, compiled into books, manuals on expedition precautions, and others he had read a lot, theoretically, he was far superior to a Cultivator who had been struggling in the world of Cultivation for hundreds of years.

Even though their experiences were earned with their lives, with countless fellow Daoists and enemies dying, and they themselves narrowly escaping death many tis, it still couldn’t compare, as an individual’s experiences are ultimately limited.

Jiang Ding floated twenty-plus ters into the sky, surrounding Array Patterns erged, and a colossal force descended, pressing him harshly downward.

“The Concealnt Formation is operating normally.”

“The reaction…

is a bit slow; the Formation must have so defects.

If probed multiple tis, combined with locating various Formation nodes, there’s a chance to break the Formation.”

Jiang Ding took note.

Now, he was a mid-tier fourth-rank Array Master.

Xiann Sect started with Army Formations and stood firm on them, placing extre importance on Formation thods.

The control of Cultivation thods and super-class warships, among other aspects, all required a certain level of proficiency in Formation thods as a prerequisite.

At the ti of Foundation Establishnt, he already possessed top-tier third-rank expertise in Formation Dao.

After achieving Foundation Establishnt, his level in Formation Dao advanced by leaps and bounds, breaking through to the status of a mid-tier fourth-rank Array Master in just twenty years.

And even this was considered diocre.

For soone like Immortal Gulin, who is a typical candidate for Refining Nothingness, being a top-tier fourth-rank Array Master is a given, with an extrely high talent for directing Army Formations, a skill incomparable to others.

“I wonder if there are any Luoxu Clan disciples who have continued on to this day…

That’s more difficult to determine.”

Jiang Ding carefully calculated the degree of damage to the Concealnt Formation, pondering, “This secret realm is too small, rely over three thousand kiloters in size; compared to a world, it’s like a speck of dust.

Many elixirs, materials, and Magic Tools have no condition to grow, and it’s impossible to support Nascent Soul-level beings.”

“After tens of thousands of years, it is likely that all Nascent Soul beings have perished.”

“That’s roughly the situation.”

Having thought it through from beginning to end, Jiang Ding found no omissions, so he took out a rough map of the Luoxu Clan Sect gates—from Han Lin; one had to admit, this guy had a real knack for exploring secret realms and ancient cultivator’s cave mansions, and could even be said to possess a spiritual nature, an extraordinary talent.

Many tis, with just his instincts, he could find a way to survive.

If there were physical constitutions like ‘Touching-Gold Saint Body’ or ‘Treasure-Hunting Spirit Body’ in the Cultivation world, he would definitely have one.

“I am now on the southern side of the Falling Void Sect’s mountain gate, the nearest being the Golden Pill Monk’s abode on Golden Cloud Top, the Sword Towers where Magic Tools and Treasures are stored, and Dizifeng Peak where the new disciples are trained…”

“…Go to Dizifeng Peak.”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept over the area, and he imdiately identified his target, Concealing his form as he flew off into the distance.

His only goal in coming here was to trace the remnants of an Immortal Technique!

As for the cultivator’s cave mansions, Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, Treasures, and the like, he wasn’t too concerned about them.

Although he was quite poor at the mont and had been fleeced by soone, once he killed Divine Crow Immortal, his financial situation would greatly improve, and there was no need to rush.

He had no need for other opportunities.

In the distance, several figures appeared, and a bloody battle broke out upon encountering each other, attracting Jiang Ding’s attention.

“Wanted list number thirty-nine, Blood Bone Demon Lingxu, how daring of you to co here…”

“Seeking death!”

On both sides, one party seed to be a Post-golden Alchemist from the Hei Clan, and the other was a Loose Cultivator Golden Pill, both of whom started fighting at the slightest disagreent.

The ancient trees, which had been silent for who knows how many years, breaking and crashing with loud rumbles.

Not just here, but just within a hundred kiloters, with the aid of Divine Sense electromagnetic wave searches, at least dozens of Golden Pill Cultivators were detected—so in hiding, so gleefully harvesting the Elixirs that were visible everywhere, and so trapped within the Formation thods of the Luoxu Sect, with each situation being different.

“The Luoxu Order can bring fifty people inside…

There are quite a lot of people who have co.”

Jiang Ding glanced over.

He flew straight past, unnoticed by anyone.

The Luoxu Order had existed in the Northern Plains for who knows how long; the Tokens had scattered in all directions and were quite common.

Suddenly, Jiang Ding paused in his steps.

“Haha!”

“Six Dao Saint Yin Dao, I finally caught you again!”

Tens of kiloters away, a bout of mad, excited laughter spread, followed by a fiery red Sword Escaping Light piercing through the sky, leaving behind the tyrannical afterglow of Spiritual Light, with the intense Sword Intent spreading and perating the air.

“Scorching Sun Swordsman!”

“This damned Sword Madman!”

The surrounding Golden Pill Cultivators’ expressions changed dramatically as they cursed under their breath, unleashing their full Mana and frantically fleeing into the distance, scattering like birds and beasts, no longer caring about opportunities or life-and-death feuds.

For a mont, with the Scorching Sun’s Escape Light as the center, countless Golden Pill Escape Lights scattered in all directions.

If one were to ask which Golden Pill among the Northern Plains cultivators was the most despised and hated, the Scorching Sun Swordsman would definitely be at the top of the list.

It didn’t matter who it was; as long as he found them worth sharpening his sword on, he would draw his sword and attack.

Whether there was past hatred, whether one was a foe, or whatever one’s identity was didn’t matter at all.

He would engage in unpredictable life-and-death battles, gambling with lives.

Such was the case with both the Righteous and the Devil alliance Golden Pills; there was no difference with the Loose Cultivator Golden Pills either.

Jiang Ding looked curiously into the distance.

Boom!

A Scorching Sun Sword Escaping Light beam shot directly towards a young and handso lad in white holding a pure white folding fan, unleashing countless Scorching Sun Sword Qis, incinerating the jungles for miles around to ashes and pulverizing the mountains into powder.

Looking back at the young man, his complexion was pale, forced to retreat several miles, his hair singed, his clothes torn, his handso appearance marred, and his graceful deanor diminished sowhat.