Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”The number of Golden Pill Monks needed is at least three hundred.”

Jiang Ding pondered over the number required to enter the Falling Void Sect’s relics, his expression changing slightly as he realized something was wrong, ”It seems we don’t have enough... No, these Golden Pill Monks can’t keep fighting, their lives matter too, and too many deaths would be undesirable.”

”But even if they all survive now, it seems we still don’t have enough.”

A chill ran down Jiang Ding’s spine.

Golden Pill Monks, rarely seen in the outside world, powerful enough to suppress a whole domain, many had perished in battle, and he himself had killed quite a few, now their numbers were dwindling, it was possible that there were not even three hundred in the entire region.

”Right, there are also Blood Cloud and the others.”

Suddenly, Jiang Ding thought of something and his eyes lit up, ”Each of them can barely be considered as forty Golden Pill Monks, the three of them together account for a hundred and twenty, that should be nearly enough.”

”Scorching Sun Swordsman...”

Just thinking about this person made Scorching Sun Swordsman somewhat of an eyesore.

He dared chase after his wealth.

Shameless, utterly disgraceful.

”Alright.”

”Now it’s time to meet the Scorching Sun Swordsman, Blood Cloud, and the Six Dao Saint, these three. On such a fine day, instead of working for me, they choose to play at assassination, utterly ridiculous.”

Jiang Ding’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he turned to leave the Ancestor Temple.

...

Jiang Ding flew through the sky, wandering haphazardly around locations such as Dizifeng Peak and the Sutra Pavilion, searching a wide area and finding not even a single hair of a cultivator.

”Where have they all gone?”

Jiang Ding furrowed his brow, extended his Divine Sense, and focusing it on a White Jade Sword thousands of kilometers away, he asked, ”Where is the place with the most cultivators?”

After a long while,

”Little Martial Uncle!”

The voice of Han Lin came through, mingled with the sound of rushing wind, as if he was fleeing in a sorry state, accompanied by occasional curses like ’give me back my Essence Blood Ganoderma’ being shouted, which he blocked out in a single motion and, catching his breath, said, ”The place with the most cultivators? Little Martial Uncle, it should be the Spiritual Medicine Garden. Many Golden Pill Monks are gathered here, breaking through the Formation Method and scavenging for elixirs.”

”It’s even said that there is a Nine Elements Spiritual Ginseng here that has become sentient, its juices can increase the chances of Infant Formation by a layer or two.”

His voice suddenly became burning hot.

”Little Martial Uncle, would you like to come?”

”I can’t catch it, but I can sense where it is. If we can catch that sentient Nine Elements Spiritual Ginseng in the end, I only need a single drop of its juice.”

”We’ll see.”

Jiang Ding was noncommittal and cut off the communication.

That thing was of no use to him.

What really mattered for his Nascent Soul breakthrough was the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art; he needed no aid, and with a one hundred percent chance, he could break the Golden Pill and condense the Nascent Soul, from then on controlling the Falling Void, with a lifespan of one thousand two hundred years.

But the research was a bit troublesome.

After all, it was the Nascent Soul secret technique of a Domain Ruler, involving the strongest individual power in the domain. Even with the Nascent Soul Cultivators not long ago joining in to assist him and Zhang Junsheng with some key issues, progress was still dreadfully slow.

The latest calculations by the Xianmen Science Institute’s computers suggested that, at the current pace of development, it would take at least three thousand seven hundred years to come up with a rough draft.

Three thousand seven hundred years!

This made Zhang Junsheng somewhat despondent and lately a bit discouraged, lacking the motivation to work.

Because of this, the Xianmen Science Institute even designed a sleeping plan for Jiang Ding.

Xianmen allocated four to seven Divinity Transformation opportunities, planning for him to enter the Sleeping Hidden Realm at the age of two hundred fifty, to awake every five hundred years to advance the development of the secret technique of Nascent Soul formation, then continue into sleeping state to delay the passage of Life Energy.