Chapter 473: Sky-Filling Yellow Sand

Cluster Heavy Artillery Massacres Cultivators, Main Text, Volume 505, Chapter: Sky-Filling Yellow Sand. Jiang Ding waved his hand; amidst the sky-filling white ash, specks of bloodlight gathered, coalescing into a Blood-Transforming Divine Blade with dim spiritual radiance.

Generally, after a master dies, their Ben Ming Fa treasure also suffers heavy damage, and its spiritual radiance dims completely.

Even if one takes great care to re-cultivate it, one can only barely use it at a lower grade, and progress will be impossible for the rest of one's life.

But this Blood-Transforming Divine Blade is somewhat stronger.

"Blood Spirit Saint Body... Divine Ability: Nine Lives."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Recalling the memories of the Blood Spirit Saint Body in Mu Mu Tianxue's sea of consciousness and comparing them with ancient texts in the Immortal Sect library: "This body and soul are as dead as dead can be; they cannot re-condense within five hundred years."

"That is to say, she still has eight lives remaining, though I do not know where they are scattered."

"If necessary, I can refine this Ben Ming Blood Blade into a lure, scour an entire world, and find the other eight Mu Tianxues one by one to kill them... I'll deal with that when I have time."

The Blood-Transforming Divine Blade trembled; the blade body curled, shrinking from palm size to thumb size, attempting to become even smaller.

"Good spiritual nature."

Jiang Ding picked up the thumb-sized blood blade, tossed it into a jade box, and applied layer upon layer of seals.

Now, the anger has mostly subsided.

If Mu Mu Tianxue does not bump into him again, otherwise, if he refines a large batch of drones, each carrying a scent-locking treasure, scouring the entire Northern Plains would take at most a few decades or a hundred years, guaranteeing that every needle could be found.

All matters are concluded.

Jiang Ding gazed at the surrounding mountains, waters, and forests, suddenly feeling hesitant and undecided.

"Let's go to the Northern Plains."

"I need at least thirty million low-grade spirit stones and large quantities of priority materials like gold-copper stones every year; this cannot possibly be filled by occasional donations from kind-hearted people."

"Immortal Sect loans can only solve immediate emergencies; they must be repaid, and the Immortal Sect is very poor... I must have a stable territory to rule."

"Go kill Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun!"

"In this way, I can deliver long-term peace and stability to the entire Three Kingdoms region."

After a long while, he made up his mind.

A flash of azure electromagnetic escape light appeared, vanishing more than ten kilometers away; another flash, and it disappeared completely.

More than ten days later,

Jiang Ding arrived at the boundary between the Tu Kingdom Forest and the Spiritless Gobi, taking one last look at this place where he had lived for over a hundred years.

Actually, there was nothing to miss.

The people he knew: Huang De You of the Dong Ling Prefecture, Marquis Tang Wang of Zhendong, and others had been dead for countless years; Gong Gong Caiyu, Han Lin, Li Li Qingyun, and the few remaining ones, forced by pressure, had fled far away to the Yuan Xiu Xian Gao Jie.

On this vast land, among billions of living beings, there were no old friends left.

"I will return."

Jiang Ding, with no reluctance, plunged headlong into the vast, spiritless Gobi.

Yellow sand piled up everywhere; wild winds blew endlessly.

Jiang Ding concealed his form, flying silently in the sky; occasionally, a flash of azure escape light appeared, crossing a yellow sand storm like a tornado, reappearing more than ten kilometers away.

These tornadoes were simply everywhere, appearing abruptly and disappearing abruptly; each appearance brought a huge threat to Jin Dan cultivators.

Even more terrifying was that there was no spiritual energy in the surroundings; every spell cast required consuming large amounts of magic power, which could not be replenished from the outside, only drawn from spirit stones to recover, reducing spell power to nearly half.

If a cultivator encountered many such storms, death for a Jin Dan cultivator was common.

At this moment, half a month had already passed.

Jiang Ding had penetrated deep into the Spiritless Gobi, no, now it should be called the Spiritless Desert, tens of thousands of kilometers, a very distant distance, yet all he could see was sky-filling yellow sand, with no change at all, as if it would continue forever.

"It will probably take about two years to reach the Northern Plains, but I cannot spend all my time traveling; cultivation, refining flying swords, and attending classes are all indispensable..."

Jiang Ding calculated in his heart.

A typical Jin Dan cultivator, if traveling at full speed, could probably cross this Spiritless Desert in about fifteen years; the flying ships of the Spirit Treasure Merchant Guild were about the same.

His speed was much faster, but fearing an ambush by the enemy, he deliberately avoided the main roads, so the path would be much longer, and he would encounter more storms and dangers.

Of course, the danger only applies to Jin Dan cultivators; for him, it would just waste a year or two.

"Half a month, time is up."

An alarm clock in Jiang Ding's sea of consciousness rang.

He only traveled for fifteen days at a time.

His figure vanished.

A silver light mountain peak floated in the air.

It moved irregularly within a certain range; on it, a Sun God Tree shone brilliantly, with lush branches and leaves, swallowing and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the Great Sun within a range of dozens of kilometers, stirring up a turbulent spiritual energy storm.

It continued for three months, then slowly subsided.

"Magic power has improved a bit."

Jiang Ding looked inward at his dantian.

In the lake of his dantian, the accumulated magic power had moved slightly closer to the one-third mark.

"Affected by traveling, the accumulation of magic power has slowed down a bit; the time to break through to Jin Dan Zhong Qi will be delayed by a few years... no problem."

"The next two months are for refining flying swords."

Jiang Ding withdrew his divine sense from the dantian and looked at the smooth, mirror-like ground, where piles of pure iron ingots and pure aluminum ingots were stacked like small hills, each weighing over forty tons.

"Today is the 21st; Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin combined with miscellaneous grains to supplement trace elements."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He took out the Ri Yan Jing and Moon Stream Crystals, which had been consumed quite a bit, spat out a mouthful of Xiong Xiong burning azure elixir fire, caught the flame of the Ri Yan Jing; the temperature suddenly rose, and the intense flame sword intent aura spread out.

The Sun Divine Tree that pierced straight into the sky crumbled apart; amid the sky-filling spiritual light, a deep-blue flying sword revealed its form, fell onto the flames, and gradually turned red.

Releasing the sword body's protective barrier and actively cooperating, under more than ten days of refinement by the same-origin dan fire and Ri Yan Jing fire, the Taiqing Flying Sword turned crimson throughout and entered a critical state.

Not far away, several dozen tons of iron ingots and aluminum ingots flew over, being continuously refined amid sizzling sounds, extracting essences that exceeded the limits of mortal materials; after refining several dozen tons, only a single drop the size of a soybean remained.

"Swift!"

Jiang Ding formed hand seals, drawing the essences of iron and aluminum, merging them with the Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin Qi of No. 21 Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin; using the three as ink, divine sense and magic power as the brush, he silently recited the key points of the Dayang Dayang Tianchi Sword Refining Art, inscribing fine Sun Divine Prohibitions one by one onto the Taiqing Flying Sword's body, linking them with the original prohibition patterns before spreading outward in all directions.

The iron essence Qi, aluminum essence Qi, and Synthetic Gengjin Qi spread outward along with the brush tip, further tempering the sword body and strengthening its toughness and sharpness.

Two months later, the final stroke fell.

Hum!

The Sun Divine Prohibition patterns were activated one after another, flashing with dense scorching lines; the light gathered toward the center, undergoing complex and rapid transformations.

A moment later, an Earth Sha Prohibition was generated.

"The twelfth Earth Sha Prohibition is complete."

Jiang Ding gently stroked the crimson sword body; magic power and high temperature met, emitting sizzling sounds.

Hum!

Within the sword body, the twelve Earth Sha Prohibitions now resonated together, vibrating, blooming with light between one another, linking with each other; magic power flowed through them unimpeded, forming a single whole.

After a long while, it calmed down, and the sword's aura rose another level.

"In terms of prohibitions, it's a mid-grade magic treasure now, another step closer to a Ying Treasure."

Jiang Ding said joyfully.

After admiring it for a moment, with a shift of divine thought, the Moon Stream Crystal revealed an opening, and cold white mist imbued with Grand Yin Sword Intent surged onto the crimson Taiqing Flying Sword.

Amid sizzling sounds, the sword body was tempered, hidden wounds repaired, and the twelfth Great Sun Divine Prohibition was thoroughly stabilized.