Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 462 - 420 Old Friends Fade Away

Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi converged, compressing towards a central point.

Mana began to transform from a gaseous state into a liquid state.

If successful, one could use the qualitatively changed mana to refine the body and Divine Soul, thereby extending life to two hundred and fifty years, and the thirty-year lifespan limit of the Qi Practicing Phase could also be stacked on top.

If it failed, both body and soul would perish.

The bodies and Divine Souls of those at the Foundation-building stage were simply too aged.

At the age of one hundred twenty-six, ordinary people at this age would already be a pile of bones, and any slightly more significant trauma could trigger a cascading collapse of the body.

"What will be the outcome?"

"Birth, aging, sickness, death; natural laws?"

Jiang Ding mused to himself, then suddenly a trace of coldness appeared in his expression.

"If we truly followed the natural laws of birth, aging, sickness, and death, what would be the meaning of our cultivation, why would we not willingly die after a century?"

"Natural laws, too, can be reversed!"

"Central Array Spirit Computer."

Jiang Ding calmed down, "Using the Taiqing Flying Sword as collateral, is it possible to temporarily obtain a Divine Transformation battle technique? And if the person inside fails to break through the Foundation Building, can you preserve the half-transformed Divine Soul and seal it to send into the Sleeping Hidden Realm?"

"It is possible."

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer did not delay for even a moment.

"Within a thousand years, just hand over a Divine Transformation battle technique."

"Such an arrangement is good," Jiang Ding said.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and entered the cultivation state, no longer anxious, nearly on the verge of breeding an Internal Demon.

The people around also held their breath, daring not to make any noise.

After an unknown amount of time.

Drip!

A sound from the unknown depths emerged, like the first drop of water falling onto a crystal-clear jade dish.

"It's done."

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding abruptly opened his eyes, his face blossoming with laughter, a joy emerging from deep within his heart, without any more worries, he laughed heartily, "Indeed worthy of being the mother of the future Heavenly Monarch Jiang. How could she fail to overcome a mere Foundation Building hurdle?"

"Impossible,"

"Such a thing is impossible!"

In the surge of emotion, the invisibility concealment technique instantly failed.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth, with a childish face, like a high school student, stood at the entrance of the cultivation room, laughing uproariously, his words overly dramatic and cringeworthy to the point one wanted to cover their eyes and ears.

"This is Uncle?"

The muscular young man and woman were instantly dumbstruck.

If they saw him anywhere else, they would assume he was a kid who had skipped class from some school.

This appearance, this cringeworthy temperament, there was hardly any difference.

"Hello there."

Jiang Ding quickly lowered his hands from his sides and greeted them with a serious and kindly hello, then disappeared from view once more.

After a long time, the turbulent Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi settled down.

After stabilizing her cultivation base for several days, the door of the cultivation room slowly opened.

Amidst the faint pressure of Foundation Building, Lin Wanqiu walked out. The dark brown skin on her face had lightened somewhat, the wrinkles had reduced, and even the white hairs on her head were partly turning black, the overall color shifting from white to gray-black.

She had instantly become much younger.

From the appearance of someone in their nineties, she had transformed into the appearance of someone in their sixties or seventies, much healthier and robust.

"...Mom?"

Jiang Yuan tentatively called out, hesitating, somewhat unable to believe.

"Yuan Yuan, what's the matter?"

Lin Wanqiu was puzzled.

"It really is Mom."

Jiang Yuan was greatly shocked.

The deviant was one thing, having maintained the same appearance since she was in elementary school, she had grown accustomed to it over the years.

But the mother, who was always a figure of an elder in her heart, suddenly became younger than herself; standing together, it seemed as if she herself had become the mother.

This abrupt change brought a surreal feeling to her heart.

"Congratulations, Auntie!"

Lin Yuanwang said joyfully.

Having just experienced the successive loss of family members, he didn't want to go through it again.

The feeling of having an elder to rely on in this world was truly wonderful.

"Congratulations, Grandma!"

The two little ones said in unison.

"My dear grandchildren!"

Lin Wanqiu's eyes crinkled into a smile.

...

After staying at home for a few more months and confirming that Lin Yuanwang's mental state had improved and he could work and practice cultivation normally, Jiang Ding instructed Jiang Yuan to cultivate for a while. Then his body levitated, and he once again left his hometown to return to school.

Instead of immediately flying into the Air-Space war machine, his escape light shifted, and he landed at the entrance to Rong City Public Cemetery.

After purchasing several bunches of white chrysanthemums nearby, Jiang Ding followed the crowd and queued up to enter the cemetery.

Around him, most people were like him, with expressions of sorrow and few words, and though it was not a festival, there were many visitors.

"It turns out that in this city where I was born, people are leaving every moment."

Jiang Ding thought to himself silently.

"And every moment, people are born too, it's a cycle."

"I used to vaguely ignore these things, thinking they would never happen to me, but it was just wishful thinking."

Wandering slowly within the cemetery, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Eventually, only he was left, along with the silent gravestones standing around him.

Jiang Ding paused in his steps.

"Tomb of Guo Gongkui."

"Guo Kui, a cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Layer of Qi Practicing, mother... father... born in 11068 in the Xianmen Sect, Rong City, Qian Province, admitted to Qianling University Daoism Department in 11084, graduated twenty years later at the Third Layer of Qi Practicing, afterward served in the Canghai Small World..."

"In 11115, he took a teaching position at Rongcheng No.1 Middle School, where he taught and guided nine Foundation-building cultivators..."

"In 11127, Teacher Guo mentored the first top scholar from Rong City in the history of Xianmen Sect, Grest Sun Swordsman Jiang Ding, making a huge contribution to the sect. He will be remembered in the annals of history; not even time can erode his legacy, and thousands of years later people will still remember..."

"Passed away at home in 11202, remembered by descendants."

Jiang Ding placed the white chrysanthemums in front of Guo Kui's grave.

"Teacher Guo, may you rest in peace."

For a moment, he recalled the many years ago when Guo Kui passionately slammed the desk, angrily scolding someone for writing one symbol wrong in 'The Premier Law of Xianmen,' exasperated.

It is now 111208.

The high school teachers began to pass away a few years ago, and he had attended each funeral to draw a final period for these teacher-student relationships.

"Hey, Jiang Ding, it's you again."

A familiar voice came from behind.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang."

Jiang Ding turned around and greeted.

It was Zhang Dingjun, an instructor from Rongcheng No.1 Middle School, now at the early stage of Foundation Building, and the last of that group of high school teachers.

"Back from school again?"

Zhang Dingjun placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of Guo Kui's grave and walked towards the graves of other long-time colleagues like Teacher Wang Lan, asking casually.

"Yes."

Jiang Ding nodded and followed him.

"Actually, Teacher Guo had the potential to go further."

"He cared too much for his children."

Zhang Dingjun put the chrysanthemums in front of Teacher Wang Lan's grave and sighed, "You became the top scholar of Xianmen Sect, and the sect awarded a Foundation Building Pill and a complete set of three treasures for Foundation Building, which he did not use but kept for his children. The same went for the Premium Foundation Building Pill you gave him; he relied only on his cultivation method to extend his life by a dozen years."

"It's all good."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

It was the choice Guo Kui thought right, and outsiders had no place to judge.

"Indeed."

Zhang Dingjun fell silent.

Like him, classmates and colleagues had disappeared one after another, and over the years, he still felt an emptiness inside.

After paying respects to the passed-away teachers with Zhang Dingjun, Jiang Ding waved his hand, flew into the sky, merged with the Air-Space war machine, and flew off into the distance.

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