Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

For Jiang Ding, however, there was no such need.

As the Mana and Divine Sense within his body swelled to the brink of bursting, the Five Qi Toward Primordial secret techniques from Jiangding Immortal Gate and Great Sun Sword Pavilion merely circulated through him, instantly resolving this terrifying hurdle in the God Transformation.

It wasn’t that he was special.

Within the Xianmen Sect, all strong individuals who grew up cultivating the ”Eaglet Ascension Art” naturally possess this advantage.

The broadest number of ordinary citizens support the Xianmen Sect, and this is no empty statement.

At the Nascent Soul Stage, cultivators with Sky Spiritual Root, and those with Two and Three Spiritual Roots, form the mainstream among the Xianmen Nascent Soul Cultivators, while those with Five Spiritual Roots are rare. This is an undeniable fact, as mortals born with Five Spiritual Roots naturally carry formidable inherent shortcomings, and despite their vast numbers, the emergence of strong individuals among them is quite uncommon.

The stronger grow ever stronger, while the weaker become increasingly weaker.

This is the harsh law of the world.

However, when it comes to the God-Transformation Phase, this situation is completely reversed!

Among the Xianmen Nascent Soul Cultivators, mortals with Five Spiritual Roots account for more than half of all cultivators at this stage!

Any cultivator from Xianmen who reaches the peak of the Nascent Soul stage with Five Spiritual Roots is considered an elite prodigy within the sect, overcoming countless hardships and braving numerous challenges to arrive at this day; their potential to ascend to Divinity Transformation is much greater than their peers at the same stage.

This is the reason why the majority supports the Xianmen Sect!

”Heavenly Tribulation!”

”Come again!”

Jiang Ding places his hand on the hilt of his sword, gazing into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, he has already completed the integration of his body using the ’Five Qi to Primordial Art’ secret technique; although he is just at the initial stage of Divinity Transformation, his cultivation base is as stable as if it had been honed for hundreds of years.

Moreover, he has ascended directly to the peak of the early stage of God Transformation!

This is a phenomenon of an overflowing abundance, post-tribulation, like a flood that cannot be contained, an effect so strong that it defies suppression.

In the starry sky, the clouds sundered by a sword are healing.

Amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, the Thunder Tribulation Clouds emit deep roars; within the clouds, indistinct Chaotic runes burst forth, coalescing, transforming, and emitting an unpredictable aura.

Clang!

At a certain moment, within the thunder, a sword’s cry pierces the air.

This cry of the sword resonates like the rules of thunder, filled with an aura of destruction, stillness, and a solemn chill as if it commands the punishments of heaven and earth.

In that instant, everyone envisions the silhouette of a black-clothed swordsman in their minds. With an indifferent expression, he cradles a black-sheathed longsword, his hazy figure emerging amidst the boundless Thunder Tribulation Clouds.

”This...”

”This is...”

The green-clothed youth laughing wildly beneath the clouds suddenly becomes stern, his hair standing on end, a chill running down his spine.

He senses an extremely familiar aura!

A kindred spirit!

A sword cultivator!

Moreover, a cultivator at the early Divinity Transformation Stage who seems to have just survived the Heavenly Tribulation, emitting an overwhelmingly oppressive aura that instills horror in Jiang Ding.

His divine soul trembles in fear yet excitement.

That is... the visage of a Sword Dao prodigy, imprinted by the Heavenly Tribulation, in the boundless starry sky!

In an era unknown, this Sword Dao genius, during his tribulation, left an imprint in the tribulation clouds, which is now revealed with the emergence of another exceptional sword cultivator. Being indestructible by common tribulation, it reflects outward.

”May I have the honor of knowing your name, sir?”

Jiang Ding takes a deep breath, places his hand on the hilt of his sword, and inquires with a tone of respect.

Even though it is only a phantom.

It is an instinct.

When facing a formidable enemy, his soul has a sharp intuition, treating this phantom as if it were a real, living cultivator, believing it would answer.