Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The process of ascension seemed very long, yet it felt like just an instant.

When Gong Caiyu opened her eyes, she saw the azure sky of the Upper Realm, the vast Spiritual Energy surrounding her, and faintly sensed the Heaven and Earth Rules perfected to the utmost.

And on herself, her body and Divine Soul were undergoing the baptism of ascension.

"Danger..."

A thought flashed in Gong Caiyu's mind.

She immediately concealed her figure and flew away from the direction of the Thunder Flame Domain's ruling center.

According to the Central Pavilion's inheritance records, the Sword Master had already concealed the aura of Northern Plains cultivators in the two major true sect ascension detection treasures, but whether stronger beings would detect and repair it was unknown; one must consider the worst-case scenario.

In the training of Tushan Maids, combat, slaughter, and concealment were always of utmost importance.

Gong Caiyu showed no unfamiliarity at this moment, swiftly distancing herself, pondering quietly.

If the concealment in the true sect ascension detection treasure had failed, and it was Nascent Soul Cultivators from the true sect coming to capture her, she had a chance to escape.

If it were Refining Nothingness Cultivators, then death was certain.

If it were a powerhouse from the Immortal Artifact Sect, then it was best to commit suicide as quickly as possible, lest the Sword Master be implicated...

Suddenly, Gong Caiyu stopped in her tracks.

In front of her, an emaciated old man appeared at some unknown time, terribly thin, as if all the fat in his body had been roasted away by flames, leaving only a tough skin wrapping a steel-like skeleton.

The old man's eyes were rolling, staring at Gong Caiyu with a look of suspicion.

"This..."

Gong Caiyu showed an expression of fear.

Her Divine Soul trembled and shivered, as if she had seen the sky itself!

Without any hesitation, she immediately activated the self-destruction restriction she had set at the core of her Divine Soul, a destructive and terrifying aura erupted from the depths of her body and Divine Soul, committing suicide as quickly as possible; her blood and flesh swelled and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Viewed in slow motion, it would appear as a terrifying scene.

A petite girl of one meter fifty, her skin and blood swelling like a balloon, cracking into countless fragments, and then shattering into pieces of bloody flesh, scattering in all directions.

This self-destruction secret technique, in Gong Caiyu's estimation, could completely ignore the threat of Refining Nothingness Cultivators!

'Very smooth, did not fail...'

At the last moment of life, Gong Caiyu breathed a sigh of relief, a tinge of joy arising in her heart.

Even if future people like Hei Louxi leaked information, it would at least be hundreds of years later, delaying a day is a day.

For a strong person like him, even the moment of a single breath was of immense use.

"Strange,"

"Truly a strange ant, you obviously have no Spirit Soul Restrictions on you?"

The suspicion in the hollow eyes of the emaciated old man deepened.

Seeing the woman in front of him about to thoroughly perish, he waved his hand.

Buzz!

In an instant, a terrifying and unknown power descended, suppressing everything around.

The exploded, scattered flesh, blood mist, and Broken Bone, as quickly as they had shattered, rapidly restored, pieces of Broken Bone and flesh reassembling into a petite girl one meter fifty tall.

Her skin bore shocking bloodstains, like a porcelain shattered and glued together with fresh blood.

More horrifying, not only the blood and flesh, but even the Divine Soul within was the same.

Not more and not less, every fragment of the Divine Soul, every minuscule Divine Sense particle was fully intact, pieced together whole. This content originates from M1VLEMPYR, My Virtual Library Empire.

In front of such a being, suicide was completely a vain hope.

If he didn't want you to die, you could never die.

Your life did not belong to you.

Ascension, was a mistake...

Gong Caiyu fell into despair.

"However,"

"You are indeed much braver than those two before."

The emaciated old man said with slight appreciation.

Of course, only a trace of minute appreciation.

Such a being, who had lived countless years, seen countless people, countless things, the fiery, the treacherous, the loyal, the treacherous... all were of no difference.

Power, that was eternal.

"It seems, among the Swordsman's subordinates, you are more important than the two before."

The emaciated old man muttered to himself.

He was speaking, but nobody would think he was conversing with the woman before him, only talking to himself.

Because, this woman was far too weak, not deserving of any communication with him.

Gong Caiyu felt a wave of despair within.

She ignored the words of the emaciated old man, her Divine Sense rapidly operating, attempting with all her might to reconstruct the self-destruct Runes, seeking any faint possibility of self-destruction.

Of course, all this was futile.

A wisp of her hair flew into the emaciated old man's hand, two fingers crushed it to ashes, the ashes being blown by the wind forming an image of the Eight Trigrams.

"Got it!"

"Hahaha... Got it!"

The emaciated old man's eyes suddenly lit up, bright as the Great Sun, laughing heartily: "You came into contact with the Swordsman within a thousand years!"

"Hahaha!"

"So the Swordsman indeed escaped!"

"I knew it!"

"That cunning, treacherous, greedy, shameless Pure Yang Sword Child, how could he possibly be killed by a mere Jianlei, a mongrel dog, there's no way he could kill the Swordsman?"

"Hahahahaha..."

"Ahahahahaha..."

The emaciated old man bent over laughing insanely.

The vast Ten Thousand Dao Rules trembled with his laughter, and finally he rocked back and forth, jumping in place in a clumsy dance.

"The Swordsman fled to the Border Desolate Realm?"

The emaciated old man stopped his invigorating laughter after a long while, feeling a bit of a toothache: "Isn't that too cautious? Fleeing so far? I've never seen a Swordsman with such a small heart before."

"Besides, how has the Swordsman been cultivating during this time... pretending to be other Harmonization cultivators again, killing other Harmonization cultivators?"

"I have seen the intelligence on Harmonization cultivator battles no less than a hundred thousand times over the years, none fit the bill."

"Really so adept at hiding."

The emaciated old man admired, sighing.

Eluding all the Immortal Sect Forces, including himself, yet thriving, not being caught, even making people believe he was dead.

Although the main reason was the Luck Suppressing Treasure he possessed, preventing divination, his Concealment skill was truly formidable.

"It's fine as long as he's alive."

"Since he survived, ascended to Refining Nothingness, he will return sooner or later, as only here are the opponents he desires..."

The emaciated old man finally relaxed.

Time alone, what did it count for a Heavenly Man like him who had no further path?

He could outlast the old age of Refining Nothingness cultivators!

"Little one,"

"According to the intelligence provided by the two Sword Cultivators, are you the Chief Maiden of the Swordsman?"

The emaciated old man finally cast a slight glance at the ant before him.

The pressure around Gong Caiyu eased, she could speak again, her Divine Sense and Mana resumed flowing.

Yet she was silent.

She did not trust him.

Moreover, she sensed this terrifying being did not require her response, this terrifying being had no interest in exchanging even a word with an ant.

"Since you are the Chief Maiden of the Swordsman, it is easier to assign you."

The emaciated old man pondered for a moment and decided: "The Sun Lineage designated thirty Medium Thousand World Territories as pastures for the Swordsman five thousand years ago, you go take charge, transform those thirty Medium Thousand World Territories into what the Swordsman needs."

"Damn it!"

"The Sun Lineage is too fucking stingy!"

Moments later, the emaciated old man couldn't help but curse: "The Taiyin and Taiyang Sword Child has over a hundred Medium Thousand World territories, plus an Upper Realm of the Great Thousand World."

"My Pure Yang Sword Child alone is more than enough for two, yet they give so little!"

"Really treating him like a beggar, huh?!"

"Damn it!"