Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Her face stern, she earnestly imparts life principles to her son: “Doing so, though there won’t be anyone punishing you, will make others see you as frivolous, making elders and friends underestimate you, not beneficial to your future work and Cultivation.”

“Ah, mom.”

“It’s not Governor; it’s Deputy Governor. This Heavenly Monarch is very strong and powerful…”

Jiang Ding spoke helplessly.

“Heavenly Monarch?”

Lin Wanqiu raised an eyebrow, feeling a familiar sensation.

Long ago, when this boy was still in the Qi Refinement Realm, he had a habit of referring to himself as Heavenly Monarch.

“I.”

“Alright, it’s me, it’s me…”

Jiang Ding spoke weakly.

Soon after, he stopped explaining anything further, casually drawing in the air; the six paths order power at his fingertip rivaling laws, delineating the traces of a spatial doorway, even manifested a doorknob, the wooden patterns on the door, details unprecedented.

Squeak~

Including the sound effect of a door opening.

“Never mind all that.”

“Mom, sister, let’s go home first!”

Jiang Ding spoke with confidence.

“We’ll talk about other matters later; after you advance to Golden Pill and Nascent Soul, you can understand everything yourselves; we have plenty of time.”

“This time, let’s indulge for at least a thousand years first!”

Being one of the wealthiest individuals among Harmonization Level forces, Jiang Ding had been preparing everything for thousands of years, with various backup plans and preparing Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.

Picking any Foundation Establishment Cultivator could help them successively advance to Golden Pill, Nascent Soul within hundreds of years.

No choice, that’s how well-off.

“It’s unfortunate, only a thousand years, a bit short, my term ends and it’ll be over…”

Soon, the confident Jiang Ding became a bit distressed.

His resource accumulation made ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivators’ advancement to Nascent Soul the limit. Advancing to Nascent Soul is still insufficient; the difficulty is too high, perhaps only a Near Immortal Level strong being can achieve it.

“Space!”

“What the hell! Casually splitting space, creating a doorway…”

Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan inhaled sharply, greatly shocked by Jiang Ding’s actions.

Though weak in Cultivation, their talent and intelligence weren’t considerable, they nevertheless received the most orthodox Immortal Path education of the Xianmen Sect, possessing this insight.

Casually splitting space, crossing tens of thousands of kilometers!

And like opening a doorknob, without any damage or even stirring their hair, such terrifying control is simply unheard of.

“Could it really be five thousand years have passed?”

“Oh my god…”

Lin Wanqiu stood dazed, like in a dream, muttering endlessly.

After an unknown duration passed, she finally recovered, meticulously observing the green-clothed youth before her, scrutinizing not even a strand of hair was overlooked.

“How is it?”

“Mom, I told you I’m quite strong, right?”

Jiang Ding akimbo, smiled modestly.

“Doesn’t quite seem like it…”

“Dingding, are you deceiving me?”

Lin Wanqiu hesitated: “You simply don’t appear as a five-thousand-year-old monster, frivolous to death, still akimbo.”

“Don’t presume I haven’t seen five-thousand-year-old elders; they appeared frequently on television news in the past, and each one was steady and grand, with eyes containing the stars, encompassing the secrets of the universe, years gone by… the books say so.”

“Mom, actually, what you said isn’t wrong either.”

Jiang Ding hurriedly lowered his akimbo hand, speaking righteously: “This Heavenly Monarch, is sixteen years old this year!”

“This is universally acknowledged among the Domain; you exit the Domain, ask any cultivator, this is the answer; this is the indisputable truth agreed upon by all living beings.”

“Never mind, let’s discuss this later; we’ll return home first.”

“Home has stayed unvisited for thousands of years; who knows if the dust is ten feet thick, sigh, how long the big clean-up will take…”

Jiang Ding pulled Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan into the spatial doorway, chattering incessantly.