Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

A young man and a young woman, a green-clothed youth and an apple-faced white-dress young girl gazed at each other for a long time.

Time seemed to have spanned a million years.

At this moment, it seemed as if they were in a mountain forest of Dongling City in Yue Country, and two different scenes from different times merged into one.

Although they hadn’t seen each other in nearly a million years, there was no unfamiliarity between them. When they met again, everything was natural, as if they had never been apart.

"You, have you ascended to the Eight Tribulations Venerable?"

"Congratulations."

Jiang Ding asked softly.

As a creature not submerged in slumber, she is still alive, not dead, lost in the torrent of time, which represents an achievement.

Strength and antiquity are intertwined.

"Young Master, not just that."

Gong Caiyu said joyfully: "According to the recent titles issued by the Taoist Court, I can be called a Quasi-Emperor, for I am already starting to surpass the scope of an Eight Tribulations Venerable, nearing the Nine Tribulations Venerable."

"I’m very strong, Young Master."

She smiled, looking at the green-clothed youth before her.

"So powerful?"

Jiang Ding pretended to be surprised, shocked.

"Mhmm."

"That’s it."

Gong Caiyu proudly said, raising her head, "In the Supreme Great Sun Maid Scripture, in the Maiden Dao, I am the number one elite of the Endless Starry Sky. I am equivalent to a projection of your path, always walking along your shadow on the Great Dao."

"Now, as you grow stronger, I too become stronger."

The one who has ruled as the oldest in the Perishing Immortal Realm for many thousands of years, said so.

"Really impressive."

"My Endless Starry Sky Maiden Dao’s number one elite."

Jiang Ding laughed.

"That’s right."

Gong Caiyu’s face turned slightly red.

She lowered her head, looking at her toes, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Jiang Ding and Gong Caiyu chatted for a long time, discussing many past events, topics about the Great Dao, feelings surging in their hearts, feeling somewhat wistful.

"Mingguang Zi, did he ultimately die?"

Jiang Ding suddenly sighed and said.

This undying little strong, the most orthodox inheritor of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the last generation Dari Swordsman, Jiang Ding had thought many times this person would die, yet each time he returned from a sword fight victorious, ascending in realm once again.

They thought he would create another miracle.

But as time passed, Mingguang Zi did not achieve victory in his last sword fight in life.

People die great, which inevitably brings a bit of wistfulness.

Even feelings arise, recalling his many goodness.

"Yes, Young Master."

"He died, died more than twenty thousand years ago."

Gong Caiyu reminisced for a moment, then said: "At the time, Mingguang Zi was already Mingguang Venerable, at the peak of Six Tribulations Venerable realm, he walked a new path, his talent and wit could be said to be at the level of Ancestor Masters of Immortal Sects, his gifts illuminating the present and ancient, his sword dao will pure and intense, commanding respect."

"At the time, Mingguang Zi had already reached the limit of his lifespan."

"Mingguang Zi came to this palace, his face had already shown wrinkles, hair graying, body somewhat hunched, but his gaze was still bright, battle intent burning like fire."

"After he saw me, he said: ’Disciple Mingguang, seeks audience with the Sword Master, and initiates a Holy Sword Fight!’"

Gong Caiyu remembered the scene deeply, every detail could be described.

"Then, how did you respond?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Young Master, at the time I said, you are not qualified."

"You have not reached the minimum threshold to initiate a Holy Sword Fight with Young Master Xiang."

Gong Caiyu said thus.

She projected the picture from her memory in front.

Jiang Ding looked toward her memory.

...

"You have not reached the minimum threshold for a Holy Sword Fight."

Gong Caiyu said lightly.

When not beside Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy, the terrible aura of years finally appeared on her, with an oppressive force that carried a taste of destruction and Elimination Method, part projection of a strong person like an eternal Great Sun, the aura caused even Seven Tribulations Venerable and Eight Tribulations Venerable to tremble.

This is an ancient being in time, having undergone countless changes.

Clang!

The sound of drawing a sword.

Mingguang Zi’s hair was graying, many wrinkles marked his face, his Divine Soul and body were aging, but the light in his eyes was as hot and moving as a young man’s dream.

"Fellow Daoist,"

"You dare to hinder a Sword Pavilion disciple from initiating a Holy Sword Fight with the Sword Master,"

"According to the Sword Pavilion Law,"

"Die!"

A ferocious smile appeared on Mingguang Zi’s calm face.

The killing intent on him was vast and terrifying, the aura of a Six Tribulations Venerable quickly approached the Seven Tribulations Venerable, even momentarily reached the level of the Seventh Tribulations Venerable, nearly terrifying like Buddha Dao Creatures prematurely overdraw future wish power.

This fiery sword dao enlightenment was shocking, as if creating something out of nothing.

This was his reward, being a mere Six Tribulations Venerable, for initiating a Holy Sword Fight against an Eight Tribulations Venerable.

On the path of sword dao, as long as you dare to die, there will inevitably be gains.

Because daring to die in most situations equals death, miracles are called miracles because they appear very, very, very rarely.

"Good."

Gong Caiyu said lightly.

Clang!

She also drew her sword, influenced by the Eternal Sword Dao Great Sun, affected by the source of Supreme Great Sun Maid Path, she respected the will of sword cultivators.

Out of such respect, she would use all her power to kill her opponent.

Ding!

Ding ding!

Gong Caiyu released three swords.

Mingguang Zi defended against the three swords.

Mingguang Zi used the newly ascended power of Seven Tribulations Venerable to withstand the three swords of an Eight Tribulations Venerable!

Then, this elderly sword cultivator who had fought throughout his life, his body froze, unmoving.

His entire body’s energy erupted, eyes stared tightly.

A bloodstain gradually appeared between his brows.

"Your sword dao will can be said to be at the top ranks of the Endless Starry Sky."

"Your talent amidst the countless unparalleled elites is considered mediocre."

"Your accumulation of previous generation inheritance, the limitations of the Great Sun Bright Light rule branch’s extreme inheritance, can be said to be clumsy, for you are the first generation creator, slowly paving the way alone, facing too many hardships."

Gong Caiyu sheathed her sword sighing: "Under all these difficulties, reaching this point is already extremely magnificent, many Holy Lands and the Divine Dynasty forces’ source Ancestor Masters are not comparable to you, you could be called a peerless exceptional hero."

"Regrettably, even such peerless heroes have limits after all."

Her words carried regret, providing the final summary of the life of this aging and decaying old swordsman.

She dared not act superior.

If she hadn’t walked out of the Supreme Great Sun Maid Path and fortuitously met a True Immortal, emulating the True Immortal as a source for the Maid Path, perhaps now she wouldn’t be fit to even carry shoes for this unparalleled hero, already dead in the passage of time.

"No excuse should ever be a reason for a sword cultivator."

"Sword cultivators only need victory, victory!"

"Swordsman... faced more hardships than me, too many more! Yet he walked out!"

Mingguang Zi sighed softly.

"This is the incompetence of the being..."

Mingguang Zi had long died, perishing in the Holy Sword Fight.

This was his remaining sword dao will echoing in the world, growling, regretting, regretting that he can no longer accompany the sword dao in the future.

This is, Mingguang Zi’s last words in this Endless Starry Sky.

The former generation Dari Swordsman of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, on this day, Divine Soul annihilated, body perished and dao vanished.