Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Compared to the two beside him, he felt no fear whatsoever, rather, he felt comfortable and joyously shouted, utterly unconcerned with such Sword Dao Rule Power that would slaughter billions of living beings.

Buzz!

The vicious Sword Talisman, gradually reviving, slowed down slightly.

Its Sword-light began to retract, and finally a towering and indistinct figure appeared within the Talisman—it was boundless Light, dazzling brilliance, endless will of Destruction.

Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Last Great Sun Sword Master, Xi Yuan!

”Trash!”

”You, this piece of trash!”

The towering and indistinct figure cursed, ”How could I have a son as worthless as you?”

”Oh, father.”

”I’m not as strong as you were when you were young.”

Xi Ping’an smiled sheepishly, not daring to retort.

This was not the true Last Great Sun Sword Master, but the power he left behind in the world. It acted with its own logic, like that of an Array Spirit, meticulous and reasoned.

”Me in my youth?”

”Don’t embarrass me, you can’t even beat a disciple of the same rank from the Immortal Sects.”

The towering and indistinct figure said helplessly.

Clearly such a formidable expert, whose power even after thousands of years since his death still possessed such terrifying might, now displayed a hint of helplessness, of inevitability.

”Isn’t that Mingguang Zi?”

The towering figure glanced at Mingguang Zi.

”Greetings, Sword Master!”

Mingguang Zi bowed deeply, performing the three prostrations and nine kowtows, with the utmost respect.

This was different from the last time he saw Xi Yuan thousands of years ago when he simply stood and clasped his hands in salute.

”Ha ha!”

”I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time.”

The towering figure laughed, ”When I was a Swordsman, I found the Great Sun Sword Master disagreeable, and when I became the Sword Master, I found the Dari Swordsman even more unsightly—nothing but an ant daring to look at me with such eagerness.”

”Sword Master...”

Mingguang Zi’s scalp tingled.

However, the towering figure had already shifted its gaze away, no longer looking at him as if he was completely beneath notice, not worthy of any further attention.

He was safe.

A mere Nascent Soul Monk, unworthy of dying by the Sword Master’s hand, unworthy of such an honor.

Mingguang Zi breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he felt a wave of disappointment, a bitterness beyond compare.

”You rascal, talk.”

”What happened to you?”

The towering and indistinct figure withdrew its gaze from the Minor Thousand World, speaking faintly.

”Dad, Jiang Dingzi is bullying me!!!”

”Dad, a Refining Nothingness is bullying me!”

”Dad, I want to Ascend to the Upper Realm, but can’t find a way; Dad, could you help me capture a Refinement Void, then help me with Soul Searching...”

”Dad...”

Xi Ping’an babbled nonstop.

A series of names popped out, all people he had encountered over the past thousands of years, things he wanted to do but hadn’t managed to do, all came spilling out.

His entire demeanor was one of utter relaxation and anticipation, as if his wishes had already been fulfilled.

This was the summation of past experiences and lessons learned; whenever his father spoke in this tone, everything was possible.

Everything!

”Jiang Dingzi?”

”The Dari Swordsman from Eastern Devil School has this name?”

The towering and indistinct figure slightly nodded: ”This I cannot do. I cannot slay a Swordsman from our Sect; without the humiliation wrought by spilled blood and withering life, there’s no pleasure in it.”

”The rest, however, is fine.”