Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1681: Chapter 1649: Destruction Space Sword – Galaxy Painting

The sky began to drizzle.

It wasn’t a torrential downpour, nor was it a storm, and there were no rolling dark clouds in the sky. Everything was peaceful, just like the spring rains in March, gentle as fine silk.

Under the bright sunlight, the temperature was neither too high nor too low. The rain fell gently, carrying the unique fresh scent of spring as farmers strolled through it.

At the onset, the raindrops carried a hint of golden hue, occasionally bursting with sharpness, as if they wished to tear the heavens apart and slaughter all living beings.

But as the raindrops fell to the earth, more of them descended, and the hue of the rain changed.

The raindrops began transforming from gold to green, a thick, aberrant vitality seemingly ready to mutate all living things in an instant to endless extremes, making even divine and demonic bodies unstable;

Green then turned to the color of water, a boundless destructive fusion of hydrogen and annihilation filled all directions...

Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, these form the foundation of all things, cycling through reincarnation again and again, each cycle reducing the sharpness in the raindrops.

At last, all sharpness vanished without a trace.

This realm saw all destruction and splendor disappear, becoming a simple ink painting of a March Jiangnan water town, spreading to all directions like a renowned artist’s work, enveloping everything.

In this scroll of spring rain in Jiangnan, a puppet full of cracks slowly rose from a deep pit.

Surrounded by countless threads like ink lines, they twisted and changed, exuding a terrifying aura so chilling that none dared to gaze upon them, for facing a god would shatter a mortal’s soul instantaneously.

”Picture of Space.”

”This reminds me of an incident from years ago, when an Immortal Technique known as Suppressing Void descended upon the Great Thousand World, causing ceaseless strife among the Nine Great Immortal Sects, and in the end, its legacy vanished without a trace...”

The Tethering Silk Celestial gazed coldly at the youth in the sky.

”Pure Yang Sword Child,”

”If you wish to flee, I will not stop you.”

”Why continue to entangle endlessly?”

”Don’t you know that even a moment’s delay could bring other Celestials, ensuring your certain death.”

His fissured body gradually swelled, swelling.

The perfect human skin tore apart, revealing a puppet weeping black and red tears, as dark clouds appeared in the sky, lowering threads that deeply pierced the puppet’s limbs, heart, head, meridians, and every part.

This blood-tear puppet, as immense as a star, stood shakily between heaven and earth, with the ink painting of Jiangnan water town showing signs of instability with slight cracks appearing.

Woo~

Woo woo~

The sound of whimpering cries drifted from the void.

The blood-tear puppet truly began to shed tears, into drops, then streams, dripping to the ground, filling the air with endless resentment, endless longing, endless malice.

Those teardrops fell to the ground like jade beads, scattering quietly in all directions.

They were thumb-sized Blood Beetles, each with the head of a cute child, soft and tender, innocent and naive, while below the head lay a beetle’s body, black and red mixed, filled with menacing patterns.

”Daddy...”

”Daddy... Daddy...”

These beetles called out innocently.

Densely packed Blood Beetles fell from the puppet’s eye sockets, landing at its feet, then quietly crawled in every direction, devouring space, devouring rules, devouring cause and effect, devouring all things of heaven and earth.

Amidst these beetles, a vague figure appeared.

A hideously scarred beggar with pus-filled face, and his sprightly daughter, traversing the streets together, relying on each other for survival.

Click~

Click click~

The ink painting of March Jiangnan began to crack under the devouring swarm of Blood Beetles.

”There is such a past with Immortal Technique Suppressing the Sky?”

”I was unaware of this.”

Jiang Ding sighed slightly, casting a glance at the swarm of Blood Beetles, and said, ”You no longer flee, possessing the demeanor of true strength, the elegance of a Celestial, this is well.”

”You ask why I do not flee now?”

”Because, I need you, elder.”

Jiang Ding slowly drew the longsword from his waist, his eyes burning with desire and murderous intent, impossible to conceal: ”A mundane life is not worth a splendid death!”

”I came to the Upper Realm seeking a suitable enemy!”