Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 586 - 571 The Sword of Earth Fire, Wind, Water, and Thunder

The moment the Eight Trigrams Image soared into the sky, the surrounding void vibrated with a humming noise, and ripples appeared.

"This is…"

Golden Pill Monks like Immortal Baimei looked at the scene before them, suspecting they were seeing illusions.

Space?

This is space, right!!

Isn't this something only Patriarch Nascent Soul can touch upon?

Had they, the mere hundred-plus Golden Pill Monks practicing the Formation Method for half a month, simply touched upon space just like that?

Naturally, none of the crowd believed it was their own merit; their gaze turned towards the plain-looking young man at the center of the Eight Trigrams Formation, full of immense respect.

Boom!

At the same time, feeling threatened, the Luoxu Clan's Sutra Pavilion defense formation finally roared into action. It wasn't a passive, lifeless formation that merely defended against attacks; instead, it actively rippled outwards in waves, like circles of yellow sand array patterns, obscuring the land for dozens of kilometers around.

Everyone's vision blurred.

When they opened their eyes again,

they saw a world of yellow sand swirling in the sky, gales blowing wildly, with many tornadoes over a hundred zhang tall roaming outside. They were absorbing Spiritual Energy to strengthen themselves, and with every moment, the threat they posed grew larger.

The most critical issue was that there was not a trace of Spiritual Energy around. No matter how much they tried to draw it in, they couldn't mobilize the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, as if it had completely disappeared.

The Ten Thousand Miles Yellow Sand Forbidden Great Array!

This was the formation of the Luoxu Clan's Sutra Pavilion, ranking at the top of the fourth tier, one of the most crucial foundations of the Sect, having played a vital role in its rise to power.

Throughout the history of the Sect, many Nascent Soul Monks, including those at the Nascent Soul Peak, came to attack but were all repelled, preserving the Sect's lineage and inflicting massive casualties on the invaders.

Often, a single sweep of the yellow sand would cause ordinary Nascent Soul Monks to have their Law Bodies shattered, their Nascent Treasures dimmed, forcing them to flee with only their Nascent Souls, struggling for some more time before their Nascent Souls burst and they perished.

Ten thousand years ago, this formation was infamously deadly, burying the lives of countless Nascent Soul Monks.

"It somewhat resembles the terrain of the Soulless Desert…"

Jiang Ding ignored the fear and unease the Golden Pill Monks felt due to the cutoff of Spiritual Energy, looking around the environment and falling into contemplation.

The formation of the Soulless Desert must have something in common with the heritage obtained by the Luoxu Clan.

Perhaps it is related to the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect.

Three thousand years ago, their war of downfall shattered the borders between realms, and the Soulless Desert in the Three Kingdoms' land was likely created at that time by some heaven-reaching magic.

It's possible that thirty thousand years ago, that desert was no different from other lush regions of the Northern Plains.

"What kind of magic can permanently change such a vast area of terrain? I really want it…"

Jiang Ding mused to himself.

Whooosh…

At this moment, nine yellow sandstorms, having absorbed enough Spiritual Power, blew towards them. The storms spun rapidly, their uneven inner Spirit Sand immediately taking on a lethal destructive force, even causing rips in the surrounding space.

This was a storm that tore through space!

Golden Pill Monks like Immortal Baimei, watching the approaching storms and feeling the confined Spiritual Energy around them, couldn't help but feel a terrifying dread. Their palms sweated, and they lacked any confidence.

They had no doubt that if they dared to send their Life Treasures into the storm, they would be shattered into pieces in an instant, leaving them dead without a trace and void of any chance to fight back.

This was already Nascent Soul-level magic!

Beyond the resistance of mortals.

For a moment, everyone was deeply anxious. Despite still fervently desiring the Nascent Soul Cultivation Method, they hadn't collapsed but were already contemplating retreat strategies, and how to let those close to them take a step ahead while they quietly watched for changes.

Even more attention was on the ordinary-looking young man at the center of the formation, watched tensely.

As the yellow sandstorm drew near, he finally began to move.

"Eight Trigrams, arise."

Jiang Ding performed the Mana Technique, and in the span of snapping his fingers, eight streaks of light flew out of his hands and fell into the positions of Qian, Kun, Xun, Dui, Gen, Zhen, Kan, and Li, as the Array Patterns spread out.

Immortal Baimei and the others, anxious within, followed the Formation Method they had practiced in advance, shifting the positions of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, guiding the Spiritual Light of the formation.

Hum!

Eight Array Flags rose, and then circles of hazy Eight Trigrams light spread outwards, forcibly smoothing over dozens of kilometers of Soulless Desert sand. The illusion shattered, revealing the white jade stone ground in front of the Sutra Pavilion.

The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, thereby, returned.

"The Domain of Spirit Cutoff, broken."

Immortal Baimei and the other Golden Pill Monks inhaled deeply, feeling the familiar aura of the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi around them. Their eyes fixed on the center of the formation, they witnessed what seemed like a divine miracle and dared not harbor any more ulterior thoughts.

"Activate the Zhen Formation."

Jiang Ding watched the nine high-speed rotating yellow sand cyclones approaching and casually pointed a finger.

"Understood!"

Immortal Baimei and the cultivators who specialized in thunder magic roared their assent. They followed the formation meticulously rehearsed earlier, their mana and Divine Sense surging into the Zhen character commanding flags before them. The seven other cultivators responsible for the Zhen part of the Eight Trigrams also gathered the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, pouring it into the Zhen Formation in cooperation.

Boom!

In an instant, accompanied by the convergence of the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, an endless amount of thunder light gathered. Lightning snakes jumped about, booming loudly. In the span of a breath, a terrifying cyan-purple thunderbolt formed, undulating and leaping.

"Lord Tushan!"

Immortal Baimei watched the scene with heart-pounding terror, a continuous premonition of life-and-death crisis attacking his divine soul.

The thunderbolt force gathered through the formation by more than a hundred Golden Pill Monks, drawing from the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi,

was beyond his control!

Any further delay, and the whole Zhen Formation would turn to dust under the thunder light, with nothing left to exist.

"Thunder, come forth."

Jiang Ding gestured effortlessly.

The infinite thunder light gathered by the Zhen Formation flew to his hand, frenzied and in chaos, nearly disintegrating. The thunderbolt power that was about to explode became incredibly docile in an instant. The flashing thunder light obediently took the shape of a thunder sword.

This thunder sword had an imposing aura. Its internal structure was orderly and stable, with the Sword Intent of Destruction sitting at its core, not just for show.

It seemed like a Nascent Soul Stage thunder sword, a Life Flying Sword of a thunder sword cultivator!

"Sword, go!"

Jiang Ding pointed once more.

Boom!

The electric light burst forth, and the Thunder Flying Sword tore through space to vanish, beyond the observation of Golden Pill-level Divine Sense.

In the next moment, the Thunder Flying Sword arrived in front of the nine sand cyclones that were tearing through space. It cleaved through the middle section of the nine cyclones, the sword-light of the thunderbolt collapsing and dispersing into nothingness.

The nine yellow sand cyclones paused.

In the time it takes to breathe, what could have torn through space like deadly cyclones simply brushed past like a gentle breeze. The storms vanished, countless grains of spirit sand lost their driving force and slowly fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Whoosh... whoosh...

The moment the attack was broken, gales rose up in the midst of the ten thousand miles of yellow sand once again. One after another, cyclones roaring and countless of them rushed towards this place, leaving no gap.

Every inch of space around was torn to shreds, black lines crisscrossing, making it a land of doom for all living beings.

"Activate the Li Formation!"

Jiang Ding pointed with his finger, Golden Pill Monks changed their magic techniques, shifting and switching places. The roaring operation of the Eight Trigrams Breaking Banned Formation gathered countless sparks, giving birth to the Southern Ming Li Fire Sword. The sky filled with flame, slicing through a swath of the yellow sand storm.

Additionally, strands of the undying flame spread in all directions. Even the yellow sand cyclones could be ignited, wobbling and falling apart, no longer possessing the power to rip through space.

"Activate the Kan Formation!"

"Activate the Gen Formation!"

"Activate the Qian Formation..."

Jiang Ding controlled the Eight Trigrams Breaking Banned Formation, consolidating the power of many Golden Pill cultivators. He formed numerous Flying Swords that slashed through the Ten Thousand Miles Yellow Sand Forbidden Array, effortlessly handling the yellow sand cyclones, the poisonous winds, and the continuous assault of spatial blades.

With every sword strike, he destroyed all obstructions in front of him.

The Kan Earth Sword imbued with life-giving moisture, one strike bringing forth thousands of mournful rains. Before the yellow sand and poisonous fog could take form, they whimpered and transformed into a gentle breeze brushing the face.

The Gen Earth Sword, firm as a wall, thundered down with one strike. A swath of spatial blades turned to dust, restoring space to its original state.

The Xun Wind Sword, overshadowing the sun, suppressed the vast sandstorms, preventing any more from arising. The Dui Ze Sword, ten thousand miles of wetland...

Immortal Baimei and the other Golden Pill Monks spectated. From initial heart-pounding dread to eventual adaptation, they operated the formation with increasing efficiency. The Eight Trigrams Breaking Banned Formation ran flawlessly.

The aura of the ten thousand miles of yellow sand gradually weakened.

Until at last, the surrounding yellow sand landscape became transparent and hazy, almost unable to maintain the domain of space.

The final Qian Sky Single Sword, with the Qian and Kun Second Formation being complementary as yin and yang, combined the power of everyone into a fearsome Yin Yang Black and White Sword, slashing towards the seemingly empty sky.

Boom!

A single crisp sound was heard as the Ten Thousand Miles Yellow Sand Forbidden Great Formation shattered, revealing the unguarded Sutra Pavilion within.

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