Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 762 - 762 743 The Dark Dyson Sun

762: Chapter 743: The Dark Dyson Sun 762: Chapter 743: The Dark Dyson Sun After Heavenly Monarch Wanji left, Jiang Ding took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to adjust the state of his mana and Divine Sense.

In the Nine Great Immortal Sects, this was the ti to burn incense and bathe, worship the Ancestor Master, and ditate in silence for months before comncing the solemn tasks of refining treasures and alchemy.

Actually, it was a process of psychological adjustnt and self-hypnosis.

Several days later, he opened his eyes, sparkling like stars.

Jiang Ding breathed out Elixir Fire, beginning to scorch the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron.

Without any surprises, the effect was almost non-existent, rely going through the motions.

“This Elixir Fire,”

“Shouldn’t be like this…”

Jiang Ding was sowhat dissatisfied, “I rember in the Great Sun Heavenly Pond’s River of Sun Fla, and even within the Sun Abyss, there are powerful flas of Sword Intent that could lt tal like it’s nothing.

Both the Sun Abyss and the River of Sun Fla are actually manifestations of the Elixir Fire of past Great Sun Sword Masters; they didn’t have this weakness.”

“Even the Great Sun Dharma Sect has decent Elixir Fire!”

“It’s another case of lost heritage… Never mind, this thing is still usable.

Let’s not worry about it for now.

It can wait until I reach the Nascent Soul Stage.

It’s not worth the distraction at the mont.”

After the past Great Sun Sword Masters died, they often chose to sit in ditation at the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, to nurture the next generation of Dari Swordsn.

Jiang Ding took out ten Sun Fla Crystals, each ignited with mana, forming a blazing fire of Sword Intent.

In an instant, a red dot appeared on the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, quickly spreading to the entire spirit iron.

Its temperature soared rapidly, and the chaotic mix of thousands of Sword Dao’s wills within turned into wisps of light black smoke under the high temperature, piercing tiny holes through the space.

This was the foreign will that had settled in the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron during its refining process, and it was also a source of danger.

Just a thread could drive a Golden Pill Monk mad, leading to a deviation in cultivation.

It couldn’t be removed by external forces, nor could higher-ranked cultivators help, as so of the Sword Dao’s will components were necessary for refining Flying Swords and varied from person to person, with each individual being different.

Under the flas ford by the ten Sun Fla Crystals, the nature of the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron gradually changed.

“Ti required, approximately three years and seven months…”

Jiang Ding estimated briefly and showed an expression of headache.

Refining Nascent Treasures was indeed troubleso, often taking several years, as if ti was worth nothing.

“Cloud Day.”

Jiang Ding ordered.

“Understood, Commander.”

The gentle voice of Ship Spirit Cloud Day ca from the Great Sun Battleship, situated under the shade of the Sun God Wood, “Activating the Dyson Sun sunglasses-faced unmanned drone system for you…”

Under the sunlight, the deck of the Giant Iron Ship slowly opened, revealing rows of neatly arranged sword-shaped mirror drones.

The spatial fluctuations appeared innurable tis in an instant, with the Ship Spirit, crafted from Dao-number Stones, simultaneously processing millions of Formation thod operational programs.

In the blink of an eye,

Within a radius of nearly a hundred kiloters, one thousand and twenty-four sword-shaped mirror drones were laid out neatly, spaced evenly apart.

Unmanned Drone · Dyson Sun Sword Domain!

“It’s a pity that Immortal Burning Bone and the others are too weak and still can’t be deployed into real combat,”

Jiang Ding felt a bit regretful.

“The Taoist disciple from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace seems to be nad Zhong Yuanzi?”

“I hope he doesn’t disappoint , returning in defeat would not be pleasant.”

A myriad of hot golden Array Patterns erged between the sword-shaped mirror drones, filled with the miasma of chaos.

A single Array Pattern would appear and then transform into tens of patterns, constantly changing and evolving in a process of mysterious and unpredictable transformations, reflecting one of the pinnacle achievents of Xiann Sect’s Formation Dao.

Suddenly, the sky dimd.

It was not the dimming of nightfall, but rather, the whole world was devoid of any light, any brightness, plunging into pure darkness.

The light from the sun was completely blocked, absorbed, leaving no light within a hundred-kiloter radius.

Within this area, any spell that produced light, the lighting of any candle, or electric lights could not produce any result; they could not change the fundantal nature of this extre darkness.

These lights weren’t scattered or forbidden, they still existed, just forcefully taken away.

After being taken, they were stored in the pinnacle of darkness!

A dazzling Great Sun within the darkness!

Its light was brilliant yet invisible to the naked eye.

Light lost its function to convey information, and only Divine Sense could feel that terrifying and destructive power.

Even an Immortal of Nascent Soul would be horrified and desperate to escape.

“Dyson’s Radiant Sun…”

Jiang Ding quietly admired the destructive sunlight in the darkness.

He disregarded the power within that could easily obliterate the lives of many Immortals of Nascent Soul, confident in his absolute control.

Jiang Ding waved his hand and gently sent the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron into the destructive sunlight.

Sizzle…

In an instant, the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, which remained motionless under the burning of Elixir Fire and only turned red under the burning of Sun Fla Crystal fire, boiled.

tallic bubbles appeared on the surface and quickly dissolved, rapidly transitioning from solid to liquid state.

During this process, wisps of light blue smoke visible to the naked eye diffused out.

If one ca close to observe, they could make out the sword intents within the smoke, including ice-attribute, poison-attribute, wood-attribute Sword Dao intents…

and so on, a chaotic mixture.

But,

There was neither a fire-attribute Sword Dao intent nor a Yang-attribute Sword Dao intent.

This was the process of separating the wheat from the chaff in sword refinent, sothing that could not be induced by external forces, but had to be eliminated bit by bit by oneself, honing and refining with one’s own Sword Intent.

This was inherently part of the training of Sword Intent.

Those who skipped it lost an opportunity to grow.

In just a few short days, the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron turned into a fist-sized ball of hot liquid, its inner Yang-attribute and fire-attribute Sword Dao intents, after multiple refinents, were dazzling to behold.

“This is why Scorching Sun Spirit Iron greatly accelerates the speed of refining, by extracting Yang-attribute Sword Intent with Sword Intent, and then destroying it with Sword Intent, devouring it.”

“Within this, there’s a considerable danger.

It’s common for Golden Pill Monks of the Great Sun Sword Sect to be seriously injured when refining Flying Swords, and there are even deaths…”

Jiang Ding talked to himself.

“But, that’s others.

To , there is no danger.”

“Because I am strong.”

“For the strong, the path is always clear, never harsh.”

Clang!

Without any delay, the Taiqing Flying Sword containing over seventy percent of a cultivator’s Divine Soul and Mana unsheathed and plunged straight into the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron liquid, allowing a layer of burning golden liquid to cover its entire sword body without leaving any gaps.

In that mont,

Terrible pain attacked from all directions, like ants gnawing in the flesh, like blocks of red-hot iron branding the skin, sizzling as the fat spat out and the scent of roasted flesh filled the air.

“Hiss…”

“It hurts a bit…”

Jiang Ding’s body shuddered, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyebrows knotted into a tight lump.

“It’s a bit unbearable…”

“Dammit!

Who created this thod of forging swords, are you even human?

Don’t let find you.”

“The Great Sun Sword Pavilion really is a bunch of unfeeling people; I suddenly think that the Daymoon Sword Pavilion’s approach might be correct.

Yu Qianzi, I kind of need you…”

“Well, just a bit.”

Jiang Ding’s pained expression suddenly withdrew, returning to calm.

This was suppressing the Lake of Heart with the Sword Intent of Destruction, keeping it without a ripple.

Although still very painful, he was now able to control the chaotic thoughts within.