Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Then, the entire world contracted to a single point, from three-dimensional to a thin layer of a picture, the thickness infinitely close to zero.

A gust of wind blew, and the picture cracked and slowly shattered.

Everything in this universe’s star river disappeared, including several minor thousand worlds and numerous cosmic stars.

Even among the memories of the people and all living beings, they vanished.

The cultivators from these minor thousand worlds and cosmic stars forgot everything, even if their parents, spouses, and children were among those who disappeared in those small worlds.

In the following period, many cultivators who lost loved ones inexplicably mourned, yet no matter how much, they couldn’t discern the reason for their sadness.

All the causality and memory among them were nonexistent.

This is the Immortal Skill: Void Suppression!

Jiang Ding was shocked in his heart, beyond measure, and filled with fear.

During his first comprehension of the immortal skill, it was in the Northern Plains, near Beast Spirit Immortal City, and at that time, he was in the Middle Jindan Stage; he had seen similar visions.

To this day, he was innumerable times stronger than himself over five thousand years ago, thinking he could handle it with some composure, only to find himself plunged into an even more alarming state.

He saw colossal information, tens of thousands of times in size, pouring into his mind, rapidly distorting his perception.

In a daze, he seemed to transform into a twisted beast named ‘Void Suppression,’ with a thousand hands and feet, distorting everything, suppressing the Five Elements, severing the Yin Yang, halting time…

“Awake!”

Yuan shouted gravely.

His expression was stern, his voice piercing Jiang Ding’s divine soul like a sharp sword; it wasn’t just a simple shout, but more like a direct divine soul attack, activating the survival instinct of the Sword Cultivator’s Sword Soul.

The insane expression of the green-clothed youth froze.

“Pfft!”

Jiang Ding spat a mouthful of blood, his body collapsing like crumbling, blood staining his clothes.

The only comforting thing was that his eyes regained clarity, the sword soul began to take over the body, clearing various confusions manifested on him, the mana and divine sense started to restore order.

He began to improve, not completely falling apart.

Yuan examined Jiang Ding, finding no severe trauma left, feeling at ease, and asked, “Did you gain any insights?”

Perhaps due to the Life Flying Sword, the Great Sun Celestial Lord had the highest resistance to immortal techniques among those present, which was why he was chosen to keep watch first.

Yet now, he sustained the most severe injuries.

Yuan speculated it might be due to a deeper insight, seeing more of the essence of the immortal technique, polluted, altered, and impacted by chaotic and unknown knowledge.

“Senior, there isn’t any critical knowledge, just a secret.”

“A secret regarding the emergence of the immortal technique.”

Jiang Ding quietly healed, catching his breath, and then weakly said.

The cause of the appearance of immortal techniques?

The surrounding Refining Void True Venerables were shocked in their hearts.

A vague aura enveloped, with spiritual energy fluctuating, the surroundings, projected from the Great Sun Celestial Lord’s divine sense, displayed a hazy scene.

The scene was blurred, as if separated by an extremely distant gap in distance, time, and… dimension, so much so that low-ranking cultivators couldn’t see clearly, only two indistinct figures.

These two figures were so blurred that it was impossible to discern if they were even humanoid, only instinctively sensing terms like ‘majestic,’ ‘eternal,’ ‘time,’ ‘longevity.’

The two indescribable beings were whispering.

Perhaps their conversation consisted of only a few sentences, but in the eyes of lower-realm beings, countless years seemed to have passed.

The secret of countless great avenues flowed among them, the fate of countless living beings in the universe across worlds revealed in their words, the broad destiny of life in a universe over the next hundreds of thousands of years unfolded like palm lines, as clear as common sense.

Jiang Ding could hear nothing but scant words.

“…hate…”

“…sea of blood…selfish desire…”

“…lords and immortal kings all fall…a great calamity will inevitably come…using Void Suppression now to proclaim the star sky, trying to mend heavens with minuscule power…”

The dialogue between the two indescribable beings ended there.