Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

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The second level was the Yin Fog Sword Intent of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense probed into it, and the world before him blurred into a white fog with steaming mist, where a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting down its clear glow.

"It's become more real."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself as he looked at the mist ahead gathering into a vague humanoid shape, seemingly an old woman holding a sword made of fog light.

"...Yin...Fog..."

Her mouth opened and closed, vibrating the water mist, sending out such sound.

In the void, a force akin to Divine Sense intricately and ostentatiously fluctuated, fully demonstrating the Yin Fog Sword Intent's attributes of coldness, corrosion, and illusion.

There was no immediate attack, just a silent wait.

"...A kind of etiquette."

"...One that is unique to sword cultivators who comprehend Sword Intent..."

"...Even if in the next moment they were to face life and death, with one party's head falling to the ground..."

Jiang Ding, focused and contemplative, seemed to understand.

It was not complicated.

Hum!

The phantom of the Azure Great Sun emerged behind him.

The terrifying aura of Destruction, Forbidden Spell, and Elimination Method spread out in all directions, dissipating the seemingly endless white fog within a ten-kilometer radius, leaving only the cold white mist rolling and changing within a hundred meters around the misty figure.

In the midst of this,

Fine sword-lights of coldness, corrosion, and illusion flickered through, attempting to break through something, but as soon as they moved beyond the hundred-meter range, they would dissipate into nothing.

"Destroy."

"My name is Destruction."

Jiang Ding whispered.

But he seemed somewhat disinterested.

He did not attack proactively, waiting for the other side to make a move.

"...Sword Boy..."

"...Kill!"

The voice of the vague figure trembled a bit, but she refused to concede as the white mist congealed into a solid flying sword, its brilliance shining brightly, slicing through the air towards him, thought and sword arriving simultaneously.

Halfway through the air, one sword divided into six.

Then, becoming even more indistinct, the six transformed into a hundred swords, forming a sword formation, array patterns filling the air, exuding a terrifying aura far surpassing that of Foundation-building cultivators.

Ordinary Foundation-building cultivators would shatter in an instant, unable to muster any will to resist.

"Sword-light Diversification, six swords."

"At the Foundation Establishment Stage, she appears to be slightly stronger than Immortal Li Hai in the Golden Pill Realm on the Sword Dao, and this Immortal Yinwu is indeed no ordinary person among the Nascent Soul Monks."

Jiang Ding praised.

The Hundred Sword Fog Formation descended, enveloping everything, cutting off the surrounding Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, as countless streams of white sword Qi surged forth, exerting a pressure hundreds of times greater, forcing even Mid-stage Golden Core Cultivators to bow their heads under this sword.

"Now, it's a bit weaker."

Clang!

An Azure Flying Sword appeared in the void.

Without much action, simply its aura spreading, the vast majority of the hundred white fog flying swords began to tremble, their forms turning into a transparent haze, as if they could dissipate at any moment.

The stability of the white fog sword formation was greatly compromised, as most of the onrushing streams of sword Qi dissolved into mere flashes and shadows.

"Illusion, illusory swords."

"Believe, and it becomes real, doubt, and it becomes false."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He clearly saw that her aura, which was at the mid-term Golden Pill stage, plummeted rapidly, barely comparable to an Early-stage Golden Pill Cultivator.

"This Immortal Yinwu must have been a prodigy among geniuses at the Foundation Establishment Stage, similar to a Substitute Daoist Master from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace."

"Slash!"

Boom!

Lines of array patterns from the Third-order Magnetic Field Spirit Power Gathering Formation flashed by, followed by a loud burst of noise that resonated within the Divine Souls of all enemies.

The Taiqing Flying Sword moved with extreme speed, disappearing from the reach of the Yin Fog Sword Intent.

Whoosh!

When it reappeared, it had slashed horizontally through the Hundred Sword Fog Formation, causing ninety-six streams of white fog sword Qi to stop in their tracks, along with the accompanying streams of sword Qi that had been forming the formation, rendering them frozen in place.

Then, in an instant, they collapsed.

Only six real Sword-light Diversification sword Qis were left retreating in panic, streaks of white mist forming within the sword Qi, trying to reassemble into a formation.

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"Good."

"Among peers, it's been a while since I met a cultivator who could take a blow from my sword," Jiang Ding praised with some satisfaction.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword buzzed with excitement, its Azure Light intensifying, then disappeared from sight.

"No!"

The foggy figure panicked, managing to form the Six Harmonious Sword Formation with six diversifying sword-lights, surrounded by a circle of fog, exuding a strong aura that touched the fringe of the Golden Pill Monk's power, ready to step over at any moment.

Enough to rule among Foundation-building cultivators, invincible wherever it went.

Crack!

The six sword-lights were struck by a terrifying force—five of the foggy Flying Swords were instantly cut in two, and the remaining sword-light, which represented the essence of Yin Fog Sword Intent, let out a mournful cry as a thumb-sized gap appeared, its Spiritual Light dimming considerably.

"You can die now."

Jiang Ding pointed with his finger.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flashed again, the Azure Light brightening as it pursued its advantage, entering precisely through the gap and, amid the terrible sound of metallic tearing, sliced it into two.

With another flash, the Azure Sword-light penetrated through the forehead of the blurry figure.

The sky darkened, and space shattered, the illusion dissipated.

"Not bad, but it wasn't very satisfying."

A fleeting Sword Intent of Destruction flashed across Jiang Ding as his Divine Sense hesitated not and probed into the third layer of Sword Intent within the Golden Pellet Realm of the Fog Spirit Pearl.

Everything blurred before his eyes.

Jiang Ding's Sword Intent and Divine Consciousness scanned the surroundings, causing his scalp to explode.

The sky, the earth, all directions—everything was shrouded in fog. Relying on the Sword Intent of Destruction for orientation, he could barely lock onto a direction. In some far-off place, an old crone in a simple Taoist robe looked up at the sky with indifferent gaze.

"Cut."

She didn't follow the sword cultivator etiquette typical of the Foundation Establishment Stage; she simply uttered the word calmly.

Rustling...

Within a radius of sixty kilometers, the fog was like a sea of waves, like a tempest, rolling incessantly. A thousand foggy Flying Swords formed a Formation in an instant, condensing into a massive sword that reached from earth to heaven, carrying the unstoppable force of Heaven and Earth, bearing down oppressively.

"Golden Pill Peak!"

Jiang Ding's expression changed.

All his Divine Sense, all his Mana flowed into the Flying Sword.

The Taiqing Flying Sword shone brilliantly, with golden net-like patterns emerging on the blade, and its Sword-light shone like a sun at the end of times, within ten kilometers, lines of Third-order Magnetic Field Spiritual Energy Gathering Killing Array Patterns intersecting, heading straight towards it.

Boom!

The giant foggy sword clashed with the brilliant Azure Sun head-on, blue and pure white Spiritual Light annihilating each other, holding in a stalemate for a moment.

Then they exploded with a bang!

Countless blue and white lights spread out in all directions, destroying several tens of kilometers of sky.

Through the haze,

An Azure Flying Sword with dimming Spiritual Light, and the Light of Destruction flickering on its body, managed to cut through the greatly reduced foggy giant sword, relying on the sharpness of the sword to forcefully split the foggy giant sword into two.

"So much for a Golden Core Peak sword cultivator..." Jiang Ding sneered.

An invisible Flying Sword, unbeknownst to him when it had appeared, pierced his forehead, bringing intense pain and cutting off his speech.

Everything went black as he lost consciousness.

In the outside world.

Jiang Ding fell without a sound, his eyes rolling back as he plummeted to the ground.

Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan, who were leading the army formation, trembled, causing significant chaos.

"Sigh."

Immortal Luling sighed, having anticipated this, with a wave of his sleeve, a cloud soft as cotton materialized out of thin air, catching Jiang Ding's falling body.

The cloud rose, lifting him back to his original position.

With a sweep of Divine Consciousness, attention was withdrawn.

Three days later.

"...It hurts..."

Jiang Ding's head throbbed painfully. He rubbed his head and managed to sit cross-legged, entering a quiet state of cultivation. As he healed, he reflected on each moment of the previous battle, committing every detail firmly to memory.

"Immortal Yinwu, remember what you did to me today!"