Chapter 524: The Luoxu Sect of Ten Thousand Years Ago

Cluster Heavy Artillery Bombardment of Cultivators Main Text Volume 556: The Luoxu Sect of Ten Thousand Years Ago — Space shifted, terrain transformed, yin and yang overturned.

"Between eight thousand and nine thousand kilometers from the ground…"

"Above the Gang Wind Layer, no atmosphere, a typical small-world structure…"

Jiang Ding silently watched the changes in the surrounding space. Though unable to interfere with anything, he was no stranger to space and immediately recorded much data.

This data could become important clues for capturing this fragment of the Nine Heavens in the future.

The hazy, shifting threads of various colors around them began to mix and reorganize, and after a moment, they returned to mountains, Lin Mu, flying birds, exotic beasts, and the like, recovering from the state of spatial translocation.

Jiang Ding calmed the turbulent magic power within his body, concealed his form once more, and only then looked around.

This was a primeval jungle with lush vegetation. The great trees were often dozens of arm-spans in girth, towering into the clouds, their trunks draped with ancient vines. One glance told anyone that no human presence had been here for countless years.

Looking up at the sky, it was a hazy blue-green, with no sun, no sun, moon, or stars.

"A typical Secret Realm structure. If the Secret Realm's sky is of the round-heaven, square-earth type, the size…"

Jiang Ding released his divine sense and, using various light rays and arc data, calculated: "Three thousand to thirty-five hundred kilometers in size — relatively small. A Jin Dan cultivator could cross it easily."

"According to records, this is where the Luoxu Sect's mountain gate heritage lies. Relying on this place, they survived numerous catastrophes time and again, until they encountered that invincible powerhouse from ten thousand years ago and finally came to an end."

"This kind of sect mountain gate Secret Realm, as is customary, generally possesses powerful flight-prohibition formations to block possible enemies and guard the sect. I wonder if the formations are still operating well after ten thousand years…"

Jiang Ding Zi murmured to himself, various possible scenarios surfacing in his mind.

Although he never ventured into Secret Realms, explored cave dwellings, or excavated ruins, that did not mean he knew nothing about such matters.

He had read a great many books compiled from the experiences of the Immortal Gate's many predecessors — books on exploration precautions and the like. In theory, he actually far surpassed cultivators who had been scrambling about in the Cultivation World for hundreds of years.

Although their experience was bought with their lives — countless fellow Daoists and enemies dead, themselves countless times narrowly escaping death — it still could not compare. One person's experience was ultimately limited.

Jiang Ding rose about twenty-plus meters toward the sky. Formation patterns appeared all around, and a tremendous force descended, pressing him violently downward.

"The flight-prohibition formation is operating normally."

"The reaction… is a bit slow. The formation should have some damage. If I probe it multiple times and locate each formation node, there is a possibility of breaking through the formation."

Jiang Ding noted it down.

He was currently a fourth-tier mid-grade formation master.

The Immortal Gate rose from military formations and stood upon them. It placed extreme importance on formations. Cultivation techniques, super warship control, and other areas all required a certain level of formation mastery as a prerequisite. He had already possessed a third-tier top-grade formation Dao level when at Foundation Establishment.

After forming his core, his formation Dao level advanced by leaps and bounds, breaking through to fourth-tier mid-grade formation master in a mere twenty years.

And that was still considered mediocre.

A typical Void Refinement cultivation sequence like Teacher Gu Lin would undoubtedly be a fourth-tier top-grade formation master, with extremely high talent in military formation command — something others could not compare to.

"I wonder if the Luoxu Sect has any disciples continuing to this day… that's rather difficult to determine."

Jiang Ding carefully calculated the degree of damage to the flight-prohibition formation and pondered: "This Secret Realm is too small, only about three thousand-plus kilometers in size. Compared to a world, it's as fine as a speck of dust. Many pills, materials, magical artifacts, and the like simply have no conditions to grow here, unable to support Nascent Soul-level life."

"After over ten thousand years, Nascent Soul beings should have died out completely."

"The general situation is just this."

Jiang Ding thought it through from beginning to end, found no omissions, and took out a rough map of the Luoxu Sect's mountain gate — obtained from Han Lin. He had to admit, this fellow was quite skilled at exploring Secret Realms and ancient cultivator cave dwellings, one might even say he possessed a spiritual intuition, heaven-defying talent. Many times, by instinct alone, he could find the path to survival.

If the Cultivation World had a physique like the Golden Touch Sacred Body or Golden Touch Spirit Body, he would certainly be one.

"I am currently at the southern side of the Luoxu Sect's mountain gate. The nearest locations are Golden Cloud Peak, where Jin Dan cultivator cave dwellings are located, the Sword and Saber Tower where magical artifacts and treasures are stored, and the Disciple Peak where newly enrolled disciples are trained…"

"…Go to Disciple Peak."

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense, immediately confirmed his target, concealed his form, and flew toward the distance.

The sole objective of coming here this time was to seek traces of immortal arts!

As for cave dwellings, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, magical artifacts, and the like, he was not particularly concerned about them.

Although he was currently rather poor and had been fleeced, once he killed Dinghai Zhenjun, his financial situation would be greatly eased — there was no great rush.

As for other opportunities and such, he had no need of them.

In the distance, several human figures appeared, and upon meeting they immediately began a bloody struggle, drawing a bit of Jiang Ding's attention.

"Wanted List number thirty-nine, Blood Bone Demon Lingxu, how dare you come here…"

"Seeking death!"

On one side appeared to be a late-stage Jin Dan cultivator from General Heishi's faction, and on the other a loose-cultivator Jin Dan. The two came to blows at the slightest disagreement. Ancient trees in the surroundings, silent for untold years — dead and then reborn — snapped and shattered with a thunderous roar.

Not only here, but within just a hundred-plus kilometers, probing with quasi-divine-sense electromagnetic waves revealed at least several dozen Jin Dan cultivators: some lying in ambush, some overjoyed as they gathered the spirit herbs visible everywhere, some trapped within the Luoxu Sect's formations — all manner of situations.

"The Luoxu Order can carry fifty people in… quite a lot of people have come."

Jiang Ding glanced over.

He flew straight past, drawing no one's attention.

The Luoxu Order had existed in the Northern Plains for an unknown length of time, and its tokens had long since scattered everywhere — that was commonplace.

Suddenly, Jiang Ding's steps paused.

"Hahaha!"

"Six Paths Holy Son Yin Dao, I've finally caught you again!"

Several dozen kilometers away, a burst of manic, excited laughter rang out. Then a fiery-red sword escape light streaked across the sky, leaving behind domineering remnants of fiery-red spiritual light, with scorching sword intent spreading and diffusing.

"Blazing Sun Sword Child!"

"That damned sword lunatic!"

The surrounding Jin Dan cultivators' expressions changed drastically. They cursed under their breaths, erupted with full magic power, and fled frantically in all directions like scattered birds and beasts, no longer caring about opportunities or mortal enemies.

For a moment, centered on the Blazing Sun escape light, countless Jin Dan escape lights scattered in all directions.

If one were to ask which Jin Dan cultivator on the Northern Plains was most detested and hated by Jin Dan cultivators, the Blazing Sun Sword Child would absolutely rank first.

No matter who it was, as long as he discovered they had value for sharpening his sword, he would raise his blade and come to kill. Past grudges, whether they were enemies, what their status — none of it mattered. He would erupt into life-and-death bloody battle without any pattern, fighting with his life on the line.

Zhengmo Alliance Jin Dan cultivators were no exception, and loose-cultivator Jin Dan were no different.

Jiang Ding curiously looked toward the distance.

Boom!

One saw a streak of Blazing Sun Sword Flight light plunge straight into a young, handsome Young Master in white robes who held a pure-white folding fan; countless Blazing Sun sword Qi erupted, burning the surrounding jungle for several *li* to ash and grinding rock into fine powder.

Looking again at the young Young Master, his complexion was slightly pale, he had been forced back several *li*, his hair was scorched black, his robes were torn, his handsome appearance was marred, and his elegant bearing had diminished somewhat.