Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Throughout the eons, a decade had already passed.

Atop a third-rank top-tier Spiritual Vein, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

The kilometer-tall Sun God Wood beside him, which had been absorbing the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence, also ceased its activity as he did, its brilliant radiance retracting inward.

The turbulent sea of clouds within a hundred miles gradually calmed down.

”The injuries have initially recovered...”

Jiang Ding conducted an inner view of his own body.

The once devastated Sea of Consciousness riddled with web-like cracks had now stabilized somewhat. The cracks, though still present, had become finer, and the large gaps were essentially mended; the Divine Soul was initially complete, no longer resulting in confused calculations over simple numbers.

The meridians were in a similar state, already capable of tentatively accommodating Mana to flow within them without exacerbating the injuries.

The charred skin had regrown, though still very pale, with some areas semi-transparent, barely revealing blood flowing beneath the skin, but at least it had grown back.

”Combat strength has recovered by a small margin.”

”If danger arises, combat strength can be fully unleashed, though the injuries would worsen, further ensuring safety within the realm.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, calculating the time needed for his complete recovery: ”Roughly thirty years are still required to fully recover without any lingering effects.”

”During this period, the speed of cultivation will be somewhat affected, but not significantly.”

This was the terrifying consequence of Burning Essence Blood, Divine Soul, and the flesh and blood body.

This was still under the condition that Jiang Ding had used a large quantity of fourth and fifth-order healing Elixirs sent by the Immortal Sect. Otherwise, being alive would have been a great fortune, and one should no longer hold extravagant hopes for the path forward.

Jiang Ding looked up at the sky.

In these ten years, the Starry Sky Battlefield had become increasingly brutal and bloody.

The Great Experts of the Eight Great Immortal Sects had started to fight desperately, no longer as cautious as before. The starry sky continued to shatter, and the Star Field Level Great Formations could not withstand it; the Array Bases collapsed, were fought over, and then repaired.

Both sides engaged in life-and-death battles over each Array Base, with the lives of Cultivators falling like raindrops.

From time to time, warships and Starry Sky Fortresses would be broken by the means of Great Experts, their shattered hulls cracking open the Boundary Wall and plummeting toward the inner realm.

During the descent through the Realm Thunder Layer, most Cultivators died, leaving only a few to be rescued and sent into the Boundary Formation to heal.

But as soon as their injuries stabilized slightly, the military personnel of the Starry Sky Troops would fly out to the Outer Realm again, manning the standby warships of the Immortal Sect, and continue to join the battle in the Immortal Sect Army Formation, unstoppable by anyone.

Over the years, a large portion of the Air-Space Troops within the realm had been called up, merging into the Starry Sky Army Formation.

Ouyang Hui, An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng, and other Air-Space Fleet Generals had left, leading their troops to merge into the Starry Sky Army Formation and participate in the Refinement Void Battlefield.

Too many had perished!

Nascent Soul and Nascent Soul Cultivators had died in large numbers, and gaps began to appear in the Immortal Sect Army Formation.

Whether it was the Air-Space Troops, the Conscripted Civilian Fleet, or the Conscripted Research Fleet, even graduate students and doctoral candidates from major institutions were being forcefully conscripted, all thrown into the Void Refining Army Formation.

Every combat-capable citizen of the Immortal Sect had to participate, and indeed, they must participate!

Because if they were to fail, all would perish!

The Eight Great Immortal Sects would never leave any potential trouble unchecked. They would surely exterminate everyone to ensure their dominion and supremacy.

On the day they left,

Jiang Ding didn’t say much to dissuade them but simply sent them off in silence, watching as they departed the clouds and disappeared into the Gangwind Layer.

Afterward, he returned to the Boundary Formation here, continued to heal, until today, when he had initially recovered.