Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 1715: Chapter 1683: The Radiance of the Sun Sword Master

In the boundless and infinite universe.

Thunderous flying boats streak across the sky, leaving trails of Sword Qi shadows, the sword intent of thunderous destruction slowly dissipating.

These are the mechanical Thunder Sun flying boats of the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm, transporting cultivators to the Heavenly Craft Star Chain battlefield, a process that has continued for thousands of years, with no end in sight.

Inside these colossal mechanical thunder flying boats, which are as big as worlds, are billions of various-level Taoist Soldiers all rigorously trained in army formations, filled with anticipation for the Sword Dao.

Among these cultivators, deep within a particular soul, a pair of pupils silently observe the outside world.

“The most dangerous time is right now.”

“Will there be Supremes who have already laid a Heaven and Earth Net, waiting for me on the way to the Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster?”

Jiang Ding spoke coldly.

The journey thus far had not been fraught with many perils, aside from being intercepted and ambushed three times by strong cultivators from the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, resulting in the loss of many mechanical flying boats and Taoist Soldiers, nothing unexpected happened.

Now, they were approaching the Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster.

In the distance, a dim yellow river, like a jade belt, flowed through the Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster, existing between illusion and reality. By some manmade coincidence, it ended up being a semi-sealed world cluster, allowing only cultivators Below Heavenly Beings to pass through.

This dim yellow river was a minor tributary of the legendary Yellow Springs River.

If Heavenly Beings and those Above Heavenly Beings tried to forcibly enter this world cluster, they would inevitably risk complete downfall, sinking into the Yellow Springs River.

“Here…”

Jiang Ding gazed at the near-at-hand Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster, displaying a hint of longing.

This was a solid step towards becoming a True God!

Even if he died then and there, there would be no regret in life, as life was no longer a stagnant pool with no hope of becoming immortal…

Boom!

The heavens and earth seemed to shake violently.

Jiang Ding’s hair stood on end instantly.

His Material Sun Sword Soul trembled, as if some great fear had descended. All destinies and the flow of time had converged into nothingness, the fate of life had ended.

“No,”

“In the end…”

Despair rose in Jiang Ding’s heart.

The patience and wisdom of the Supremes of the Upper Realm were unfathomable to lower-rank beings.

He had lived in perpetual hope, having luckily escaped once before. But now, daring the danger once more brought no such luck. He had encountered a Supreme’s casual strike, brewed over countless years.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

But the next moment, the world’s time returned to normal.

It all felt like a dream, as if nothing had happened. Even all the Harmonization and Void Refining Cultivators of the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm, as well as a Heavenly Being, were completely unaware.

Was it an illusion?

A dream?

Was it an illusion?

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

He followed the Taoist Soldiers of the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm into the Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster, his form concealed by the minor tributary of the Yellow Springs River, never to be seen again.

…

High above the boundless heavens.

Here, in the endless chaos, lay an unimaginable Yin Yang Creation and Destruction Chess. This chess suppressed two terrifying existences, one amidst endless darkness, the other engulfed in endless destruction and thunder, frantically destroying everything, causing countless chess pieces to shatter and collapse, making the chessboard turbulent.

Yet, the Yin Yang Creation and Destruction Chess never shattered from beginning to end.

Amidst the chessboard, a radiant and lofty figure looked beyond the chessboard at the dark cosmic starry sky, astonished: “Who is it?”

“It’s not Thunder Sun, not Heavenly Craft…”

“Surely, the Pure Yang Sword Child of our sect has extraordinary talent, unprecedented in history!”

The radiant and lofty figure laughed joyfully: “There’s actually a third Supreme, concealing their form, lying in wait for countless years, just for a mere Refining Nothingness cultivator.”

“This is the ultimate honor for a Sword Cultivator!”

“Is it that old fellow from the Heavenly Beast Garden?”