Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 542 - 527 Immortal Technique: Void Suppression

Having practiced the Dao until now, Han Lin had also spent over a hundred years, nearly two hundred years.

From the Jianghu of Yue Country to Qiyu Sect, to becoming a Loose Cultivator among the Three Kingdoms, then to the Northern Plains Immortal Cultivation World, he experienced many people, many events, and many life-and-death crises.

But when it came to trust, the young man he met during his youth was the most trustworthy.

Even more than Elder Crane.

This elderly figure's origins were mysterious, his thoughts profound, and lacking a physical body, he actually had many concerns in his heart.

Naturally, he wouldn't do anything; as long as people did not fail him, he would not fail them either.

Only the young man before him.

Proud, indifferent, the other party even didn't regard him as a friend, just an ordinary person from the past.

Yet, he was trustworthy.

This was the answer given by his keen Divine Soul.

Of course, as a cultivator, there was no one truly worthy of complete reliance; the temptations of the mortal world were endless. One could only say he was the most trustworthy, but the most important thing was to rely on oneself for strength.

Han Lin thought to himself that, aside from Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, the person before him would definitely not secretly covet or conceal Cultivation Methods or secret techniques, even those above the level of Nascent Soul.

Within the boundaries of safety.

The other party wouldn't go to the extreme of killing for treasure and monopolizing Cultivation Methods and secret techniques.

"Fragments of a battlefield that shattered the sky in the Broken World..."

Jiang Ding frowned.

If it were true,

without the need for the instinct of life-and-death crises of the level of Taoist disciples, he would know that this was connected to great danger. Once involved with such a level of figures, they had the capability to trace the origin and search extensively across a world; the disparity was too great.

But the temptation was also significant.

Divinity Transformation inheritance was one thing,

but if it were Refining Nothingness inheritance, even if only a fraction, it would be enough to have a profound impact on Xianmen Sect, and on himself.

Xianmen Sect, where knowledge was open, the limit of Xianmen Sect was his limit.

In other words,

without mishaps, thousands of years later, he would reach the peak of Hua Shen, just like the governing authorities of Xianmen Sect, caught in an almost eternal bottleneck, with no hope in sight, nightly and daily delving into extrapolations, seeking just a sliver of a chance for advancement.

Thus, he fell silent for a moment, giving no reply.

Quietness descended here.

One day, two days...

One month, two months...

From time to time, people passed by this grassland. Foundation-building cultivators, even Golden Pill Monks passed by without glancing in the direction of anyone here.

Han Lin dared not rush him.

He knew that his proposal had almost shaken the other's cultivation plans, the Dao path ahead, and the potential future enemies he might face; everything was subject to significant changes, hence the difficulty in making decisions.

Of course, he couldn't understand any of this.

If it was dangerous, so be it.

For many years, that's how he survived, pursuing the Dao, narrowly escaping death time and time again, dying a hundred times without regret.

If one day he died on the path of seeking the Dao, there would be no regrets.

"Young friend,"

the hoary voice pondered for a long time before saying, "Have you ever heard of Immortal Techniques?"

Jiang Ding's pupils contracted.

The space around them rippled, and he keenly sensed that it was a highly advanced isolation and concealment magic, possibly even involving causality.

"The destruction of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect is related to this."

The hoary voice slowly continued, "In the relics of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect of the Yue Country, there is an object that I can lend you for a glimpse."

"Han can also take a look,"

he added another sentence.

The concealing magic around them grew even more immense, and the hoary voice showed a sign of weakness.

Han Lin's body shuddered.

"Unseal, activate!"

the hoary voice commanded in a low tone.

In front of Han Lin's brow, the space turned hazy, and then, a gray-white shard of a stone emerged before the two.

The appearance was unremarkable, grayish-white, the size of a fist, with uneven edges, like a piece of rubble casually picked up from the side of the road, nothing extraordinary.

However, in the instant it appeared, a thread of chaotic light flashed by.

Suddenly, everything solidified.

Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, space, time, and even causality all froze immovably.

In a fleeting moment, Jiang Ding saw within the vast star river, an old man with flowing sleeves and a vague face, pressing down with his palm, thousands of worlds, laws, all solidified for him, and then, like a mirror, shattered one after another, reverting to the universe's original state of chaos.

"Immortal Skill: Suppressing Void!"

The voice rang out like a grand bell through the star river.

After a long time, or perhaps several months,

the two who had frozen woke up.

Calculating the brief time by the surrounding celestial phenomena and verdant grass, their expressions changed dramatically.

In their sea of consciousness, it was but a moment, but actual months had passed, unknowingly; without their concealment magic, they feared that even a mortal wielding a blade could have slain them both.

Their Golden Pill, mana, and divine soul were all immobilized, rendered useless!

Even their perception of time!

The two exchanged glances and saw the terror deep in each other's eyes.

Dao heart, mentality, against such a vast chasm, are useless; this is the instinctive fear of a lower being in front of a higher being.

"This is why the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect perished."

The voice spoke with a weary tone: "This is just a fragment, not even one ten-thousandth in size, nothing special. Once, my sect possessed much larger ones, and then perished."

"I… Daosit Chen He, secretly kept two fragments."

"Three thousand years ago, a youth similar to you emerged from the Nine Heavens Relics in Yue Country. A thousand years later, he returned, breaking through the outer space of the Nine Heavens Relics with the status of a Nascent Soul Cultivator and seized another fragment, nearly a zhang tall. The Nine Heavens Relics abandoned their car to protect their commander, detached a portion of the region, and narrowly escaped."

"I thought he would search this world relentlessly, not resting until he found me, living in constant fear and trepidation during that time."

"However, it never came, and it's still so even after two thousand years."

The voice carried a tone of confusion.

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

That youth, he was most likely the Dari Swordsman of the previous generation.

He was very familiar with the style of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion. Since this world hadn't become like the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, and the Nine Heavens Relics of Yue Country hadn't been unearthed, the opposition must have encountered some mishap.

If not unexpected, it should be related to something similar to this fragment.

"Immortal Skill: Suppressing Void..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He recalled his entry into Qingfeng University, the talent test results from the Central Array Spirit Computer, that image of a true Immortal of the Sword Dao.

The true Immortal holding a sword surrounded by nine chaotic black holes, each representing the Sword of Destruction of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, the Sword of Time and Space Destruction, the Sword of Causal Destruction.

Of course,

those were not the same as the Immortal Skill: Suppressing Void, but were in the same direction. This Immortal Skill wasn't a sword technique either.

"My young friend."

The ancient voice put away the fragment, saying, "The piece of the Nine Heavens Fragment discovered by Han contains part of the battlefield, with a possibility of containing the inheritance of Immortal Technique. Together with the other piece, you might fathom more insights, and it will be greatly beneficial to both of our cultivation paths."

"Elder, I shall go,"

Jiang Ding bowed slightly, accepting the enormous favor.

The temptation was too great; he couldn't resist.

If he were noticed by an unstoppable existence, he would abandon this world and escape. He would wait until he reached the Divinity Transformation Stage. The risk was just within an acceptable range.

To his knowledge, within the Small World, there were at most Nascent Soul Cultivators; anything higher could not remain inside the world.

"Merely sharing the acquired Cultivation Methods and secret techniques is unreasonable."

Jiang Ding looked at Han Lin, pondering for a moment: "If you encounter a danger that doesn't exceed my capabilities, I will lend a hand."

"Additionally, the fragment is also a kind of secret technique. If I gain the fragment, I can allow you to study it, but you must remain within my line of sight."

"Thank you, Junior Uncle Han!"

Han Lin was overjoyed.

Jiang Ding then took the Token to enter the Nine Heavens Fragment from him.

After a brief sensation,

he discovered that this piece of the Nine Heavens was still moving, and through the Formation Method calculations of the Luoxu Clan inside the token, he learned it would take approximately ten to twenty years to approach this world. At that time, he could use the token to teleport inside.

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