Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

“Four thousand years ago, numerous beings exhibited strange presences, their appearance instantly altered as though seized…”

“Upon interrogation, they revealed themselves as contemporary beings, devoured by a Time Rift, calling us ancient beings, utterly laughable…”

This message written by a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Leaves Immortal Sect, transmitted through Jade Slip to the Sect; back then, a patch of ubiquitous grass accompanied him.

These were occurrences from over four thousand years past.

Despite the existence of Supremes in the Perishing Immortal Realm, this Great Thousand World held these matters in high regard; many intelligence leaks arose under interrogation.

Many cultivators grew suspicious, forming defenses in the heart.

Now, four thousand years on, myriad concealed Taoist disciples and Divine Sons struggled with patience; they proved unsuitable for this lurking life, their Cultivation Base needing Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure and Spiritual Energy to flourish, showing anomalies.

For example, the flower leaf Taoist disciples of the Ten Thousand Leaves Immortal Sect began displaying remarkable beauty, their fame spreading throughout the Great Thousand World, admired by many Taoists and powerful figures.

Similarly, the Taoist disciples from the Fallen Immortal Liu Family displayed keen interest in the Divine Dao, promoting Godly incense within their heritage Upper Domain and many domains.

Unbeknownst to many, the Great Thousand World had shifted greatly.

Incognito, the contention between the contemporary Divine Dao and Human Race manifested in this world.

“Such a lack of patience,”

“Truly, a group of amateur cultivators.”

Jiang Ding remarked with indifference.

He leapt up, flying beyond domains, towards any true Upper Domain, taking centuries to reach one, casually selecting a Harmonization family with a Sixth-rank Spiritual Vein, infiltrating to continue his cultivation, refraining from any interference with the outside world.

Five thousand years,

ten thousand years,

twenty thousand years…

As time ebbed away, numerous contemporary Taoist disciples regained their strength, inducing profound transformations in the Perishing Immortal Realm’s situation.

Some Taoist disciples abruptly turned to the Divine Dao,

others exhibited entirely distinct powerful inheritances.

Various path-seeking Taoist disciples gathered together, one faction named the Wood God Alliance, the other the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

Swiftly, they seized respective Immortal Sects, amassing tremendous armies, embarking on a life-and-death struggle.

Presently, the Perishing Immortal Realm had become a battlefield.

Both sides waged war across different Extreme Domains, various Upper Domains, and everywhere, contesting Spiritual Veins and populace, entrenched in climactic battles, with mixed outcomes.

The outside world bustled with fervor.

This unremarkable Upper Domain’s seventh-rank Spiritual Vein stood out little.

Here, numerous wars ensued, sometimes seized by Divine Dao influences, other times by the Heavenly Dao Alliance, back and forth, battling for years, people came and went, witnessing many astonishing events.

None of these occurrences impacted the weeds deep within the Spiritual Vein.

The weeds sat dormant here for twenty thousand years, needing neither Heavenly Material nor Earthly Treasures, avoiding any Cause and Effect, merely accumulating Spiritual Energy, elevating their Realm, growing slowly and steadily, step by step; while outside, countless Taoist disciples and Divine Sons battled fiercely, acquiring time’s treasures and opportunities.

Days of such monotony mean little to him, already accustomed.

It seemed indifferent whether he eternally sat cross-legged cultivating.

Crack!

Finally, on this day, with a crisp sound accompanying a breakthrough in Realm, the weed that remained unmoved for tens of thousands of years opened its eyes for the first time.

“Late-stage Harmony.”

“Now, regaining my complete strength, I can sweep through the Great Thousand World.”

Jiang Ding spoke softly.