Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 763 - 763 744 Refining the Flying Sword Speed Increa

763: Chapter 744: Refining the Flying Sword Speed Increased Significantly 763: Chapter 744: Refining the Flying Sword Speed Increased Significantly Pain intertwined in myriad threads within the Lake of Heart, where it erged only to be suppressed by the Sword Intent of Destruction, not allowing it to affect one’s true nature.

The next mont, a scene appeared before Jiang Ding.

It was a boy practicing swordsmanship in Shallow Water Village, age eleven or twelve, not yet an adult, logging into “Sword Dominance” every day, tirelessly practicing the village’s signature Basic Sword Skills, the “Fish-Slaying Sword Skill,” with the systematic help, until the ga ti limit for minors was reached.

His dream was to be admitted to the Adult Sword Dao Departnt, to beco the handso and dashing Sword Immortal from television and movies.

“This is good, the youth of the Xiann Sect have new dreams…”

Jiang Ding said to himself as his eyes blurred montarily.

In an instant, he beca that boy, practicing sword night and day, harboring naive dreams, curious about everything, completely forgetting his own past of over two hundred years.

Clang!

The resonant sound of the Taiqing Flying Sword.

“The residual Sword Dao will of Scorching Sun Spirit Iron…”

The influence was minor, and Jiang Ding’s eyes regained their clarity.

The will of a mortal is trivial for a Golden Pill Monk, but after being precipitated in the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm and undergoing the tempering and purification in the Factory No.

1 of Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, through various processes, it could cause most Nascent Soul Monks to deviate and go mad, which was extrely dangerous.

This was the bane of Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, as well as the reason for the existence of the Taiyin lineage within the Daymoon Sword Pavilion in contrast to the Great Sun lineage.

“All this…

is nothing special.”

Jing Ding said nonchalantly.

His Divine Soul and Sword Intent voluntarily subrged into those lingering Sword Dao wills, scene after scene flitting before his eyes; the boy’s sword training, the girl’s guild skirmishing, the old amateur ninth-dan Swordsman’s pursuit of the Sword Dao dream before death…

And so on, falling into his heart, confusing him for a little while, before they were ground to pieces, devoured by both the Taiqing Flying Sword and Sword Intent of Destruction, with both Sword Intent and Flying Sword growing by a minuscule amount.

More than a month passed by slowly.

Jiang Ding, sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes that revealed a restless killing intent.

The Sword Intent of Destruction, barely discernible, seeped out from within him, becoming more fierce, more maniacal, as if seeking prey to devour, to quench the sword’s blade with the blood of the powerful, calming the tumult within him.

“Not bad,”

“I have indeed been affected.”

Jiang Ding said with a headache, “No wonder the Dari Swordsn across generations seed bloodthirsty and mad, greedily yearning to kill any Cultivator in sight whose strength was worthy of respect.”

“I thought these were all prejudices, stereotypes.”

“Turns out, that’s actually a part of their sword training regin.”

“But, I don’t need that.

I’m so strong, how could I possibly need the blood of others to restrain myself?

I am sufficient on my own.”

Jiang Ding consoled himself.

“This is normal.”

“The Sword, by its very nature, is sharp and inherently dangerous.

The practice of the Daymoon Sword Pavilion is to be safe, but in doing so, the edge has been dulled, blunted.

It would be better to fight with a stick than that.”

After a mont of closed-eye ditation to calm the restless killing intent towards all living beings,

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked at the Taiqing Flying Sword before him.

The burning gold liquid that the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron had transford into had been completely absorbed, leaving only a bit of dark brown tallic shell encasing the sword body.

With a slight vibration, the hard shell turned to powder and burst apart.

Jiang Ding collected it and found a deep pit to seal and bury it.

This thing was quite dangerous.

If a Golden Pill Monk were to visit and accidentally touch it, they might very well experience mana contamination and risk falling into the state of deviating into madness.

The hard shell shed, revealing a sword body that was thoroughly crimson and in a critical state perfect for refining.

Jiang Ding did not dare to delay.

He took out number ten Synthetic Gengjin and twenty tons of tungsten mine, slted them in the Sword Domain created by the Sun Fla Crystal and the Dyson Mirror Surface into a fist-sized lump of Mysterious Gold Liquid.

Using Divine Sense and Sword Intent as a brush, he inscribed the second Great Sun God Forbidden Heavenly Gang Ban into the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Mana and Sword Intent poured in, each stroke precise beyond compare, far surpassing a photolithography machine, gradually sketching out the ban’s runes and imbuing the ban with spirit.

Jiang Ding sealed off all incoming information, concentrating wholly as if he were lifeless wood or weathered stone, unmoving.

After about a year, ti slowly passed, and the final rune was inscribed.

Hum!

The Taiqing Flying Sword rang out clearly, releasing a brilliant light, and two Heavenly Gang Bans within it erged, shining brightly, boosting the sword’s aura significantly.

After thirty-four years, the second Heavenly Gang Ban was complete!

“It was not easy, really damn difficult…”

Jiang Ding sighed.

One ban represented half a lifeti for a Qi Practitioner.

The chasm between High-Level Cultivators and Low-ranking Cultivators is imnse, almost representing two entirely different species.

No wonder High-Level Cultivators often regard Low-ranking Cultivators as ants, with a new generation constantly erging each year, an endless supply of ants.

Even with a refining speed that was already fast among Nascent Soul Monks, it took the likes of Divine Crow Immortal, an old Nascent Soul of many years, an average of two hundred years to refine a single Heavenly Gang Ban; their talents, genius, and resources were insufficient.

“Thirty-four years, it’s far too long.”

“There are eighteen Heavenly Gang Bans at the Nascent Treasure stage, one for a lower-grade Nascent Treasure, six for a mid-grade Nascent Treasure, twelve for an upper-grade Nascent Treasure, and eighteen for a peak-grade Nascent Treasure.”

“Eighteen bans, thirty-four years each, that ans…

six hundred and twelve years.

That’s the original speed, not accounting for the fact that Cultivators fight, get imprisoned, handle state affairs, and deal with all sorts of ssy issues, which ans things can’t always go as one wishes.”

“Now, with Scorching Sun Spirit Iron…”

Jiang Ding calculated in his mind.

“Eight years.”

“It will only take eight years for to refine a single Heavenly Gang Ban!”

“The efficiency is more than four tis the original!”

“The Taiqing Flying Sword and I are both outstanding; there are no bottlenecks.

That ans it will take a total of…

one hundred and twenty-eight years to reach the pinnacle of Nascent Treasures!”

“Impressive!”

Jiang Ding was even astonished in his heart.

Just over a hundred years to traverse the Nascent Treasure refining ti that other Immortals of Nascent Soul take a millennium to accomplish, tenfold efficiency, truly frightening.

“To reach the middle stage of Nascent Treasures…

I’m only short by four Heavenly Gang Bans, which will take thirty-two years.”

“It will be soon, and by then my strength will have improved.”

Jiang Ding nodded in satisfaction.

He took out ten Moon Creek Crystals, which transford into streams of icy mist covering the thoroughly crimson body of the Taiqing Flying Sword; amidst a sizzling sound, the sword’s body recovered its Bluegold luster, its toughness and sharpness reaching a new level.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword shot into the ground and burst forth from the earth with a booming sound, once again assuming the form of the towering Sun God Wood, drawing in the Spiritual Energy and Great Sun Essence from a radius of nearly a hundred kiloters to heal the damages sustained during the refining process.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes.

As he entered a state of Cultivation, he also expanded outward with his Divine Sense, dividing it through the Xiann network to various Sword Dao research threads and academic conference threads, deeply engaging in various research projects of the Xiann Sect.

Other than the first ti using Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, he was always able to multitask, ensuring no progress in any area was delayed.