Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

They stopped debating, fully investing their Divine Soul Computational Power into a project called the ‘Great Sun Celestial Lord Injury Treatment Plan.’ Numerous large-scale Immortal Research analysis instruments of the Xianmen Sect activated, the Central Array Spirit Computer directed Harmonization level computational power, allocating all resources that weren’t tied to essential defense.

Pieces of the Great Sun Celestial Lord’s shattered flesh were sliced, fragments of alien mana mingled with original mana being sent to the highest-grade labs of the Xianmen Sect for examination and testing.

“So strong!”

“Just looking at it makes my Divine Soul tremble…”

Wanji True Venerable inspected the mana slices, sucking in a breath of cold air, warming his surroundings.

“Understandable, after all, it’s mana from a being of quasi-beyond Harmonization level. Don’t act startled as if we’ve never seen the world.”

Jin Liu Venerable was nonchalant beside him.

“No,”

“I mean, this little guy’s mana aura!”

Wanji True Venerable said in disbelief: “How did it feel like in his peak state a single finger could crush me, even in this mangled meat state, it can evoke a severe aura of intimidation to my Refining Void Divine Soul, like a mortal in front of a tiger, trembling with fear.”

“Impossible?”

“You must be mistaken, confusing the alien mana with Jiang Ding’s mana?”

Jin Liu Venerable was taken aback.

“See for yourself!”

Wanji True Venerable handed him the analysis slice.

“Damn!”

“Oh my!”

Jin Liu Venerable exclaimed upon receiving the slice.

The startled reactions drew the attention of others among the Refining Void Practitioners, quickly gathering around to investigate, infusing the analysis slice with Void Refining Divine Senses.

“Holy crap!”

“Wasn’t he in the Late Truth-Transforming Stage? Am I seeing it wrong?”

“I must be blind!”

“…”

The Refining Void Cultivators of the Xianmen Sect transformed into a cacophony, continuously yelling, turning the highest-grade lab into a youth disco of ghost-crying and wolf-howling of delinquent.

“Damn it!”

“Wanji even considered dueling him single-handedly before, luckily chickened out in the end or else Great Sun Sword Master, in a feat of killing thrill, could have crushed him like a roadside chick to death…”

Divine Machine True Venerable showed a face full of relief.

In an instant, many glanced again at that mass of flesh.

Everything about his condition became completely understandable, utterly reasonable, even felt that anything else would have been abnormal.

“I suppose he was half-crazed before.”

“On the verge of losing control.”

Divine Machine True Venerable sighed: “That’s why he ran out of Xianmen, seeking a human-sword fight, seeing all this Evil Qi and blood, truly having no idea how many Refining Void Practitioners he’s already slain. Likely more than we’ve ever encountered a Refining Void Practitioners, nearly killed and then coming back home.”

“It’s good that he should be returning to normal right now.”

“Still okay.”

“Knowing the way back home is what matters.”

The surrounding Refining Void Practitioners of the Xianmen Sect sighed in relief.

They had long heard of the madness of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s Swordsman lineage, assuming theirs might somehow be different, more peaceful on the surface, only to find it even more frenzied.

Fortunately, there was always self-control, returning home only when safe.

Truly, this is fitting for our Sword Cultivators of the Xianmen Sect.