Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding steered the Super Warship Great Sun upward.

Rising higher and higher, braving the fierce winds, he soared through the unseparated layers of the Realm Thunder Layer and the Gangwind Layer within the Yin Yang Void, reaching a thin layer of the Boundary Wall.

Here lies the shelter of a realm.

If billions of years later, this Void Realm evolves into a real world, this could be the wall of the world, providing protection for the countless creatures within the realm.

However, for now, it is still fragile, as if even the attack power of a Divinity Transformation level could break through it.

Jiang Ding stood in front of the Boundary Wall for a long time, beginning to maneuver the Super Warship Great Sun around the Wall, searching bit by bit, using secret techniques to sense in all directions.

It was much harder than on the ground.

The scent of the Mysterious Yellow Primordial Qi was exceedingly rare, often requiring a long time to find even a trace, and as the Boundary Wall was always flowing, the scent could dissipate at any moment.

Jiang Ding wasn’t in a hurry, patiently searching, regardless of the passage of time.

In fact, after reaching the Golden Pill peak, he no longer needed cultivation; he had plenty of time, with much of it free to do as he pleased.

Within the Void Realm, Ouyang Hui, An Siyan, and others piloted warships searching in all directions, gathering and integrating the Yin Yang Creation Qi, while the Nine Great Daoists and their Taoist disciples patrolled everywhere, without any discoveries.

Jiang Ding and his Super Warship lingered above the Nine Heavens, inspecting the Boundary Wall little by little, pausing now and then, observing something.

”There’s a treasure, gone in an instant...”

Jiang Ding gently stroked the Boundary Wall, murmuring to himself.

Such an unformed Boundary Wall, one that is growing, is actually the best opportunity.

If it were within an Immortal Sect, it would be of at least a nine-star museum level, where even a Nascent Soul Cultivator could Enlighten the Dao, able to observe how the Boundary Wall of the real world forms.

This kind of insight was, needless to say, of great importance to Jiang Ding, who was in the process of constructing the Sword Realm Prototype.

”Space, undying, Ten Feet Unbreakable Space...”

Jiang Ding murmured.

In his mind, various insights surfaced, enriching his understanding of the Sword Realm Prototype, and his knowledge of the Space Dao grew rapidly.

In the Refining Void Space between his eyebrows, the sky of the Sword Realm underwent drastic changes; the Boundary Wall, Realm Thunder Layer, Gangwind Layer, and clouds all emerged one after another. Though still vague and many places not filled with Sword Intent, just illusions, the framework was already visible.

This was not the end.

As he continued to enlighten the Dao, the Sword Realm Prototype underwent subtle changes, constantly fine-tuning, inching closer to a real world, despite the distance, but progressing step by step.

However, this Sword Realm Prototype was not of the spherical heavens and square earth, but of a planetary shape, like a star.

Thus, Jiang Ding stood on the deck of the Super Warship Great Sun, staring blankly at the flowing Boundary Wall of the Yin Yang Void, letting the years slip by.

Unbeknownst to him, more than nine years had passed and the Yin Yang Void was on the verge of collapse.

Originally, this cosmic spectacle, flawed from the start, inherently incapable of becoming a real world, would have at least a lifespan of two hundred years.

In the life of a world, this was but a fleeting moment, like a stillborn infant, appearing in the universe, its first cry also a death knell.

Now, this process of death had been further shortened, perhaps due to the Horned Demon Tribe breaking the realm, or perhaps due to some other reason—no one knew.

This Void Realm had only a brief ten-year lifespan, now arriving at its end.

At this time, communications within and outside the Yin Yang Void would reopen, allowing the Great Experts of the Nine Great Immortal Sects to act, to retrieve their Taoist disciples.

If one were unfortunate enough to remain here, even a Nascent Soul Cultivator would perish alongside the world.

”Jiang Ding, it’s time to go...”

Immortal Gulin said gently.

Around her, one hundred and twenty-seven Immortal Sect Golden Pill Peak Cultivators, operating unmanned fleets and unmanned war machines, formed a terrifying steel Army Formation around the area, layer upon layer of guard.