Chapter 591: The First Heavenly Gang Earth Magnet Prohibition

Lei Gao Jie thundered down, Lei Chong Guang flashing across hundreds of kilometers, beyond the reach of any gaze or divine sense.

Even a swath of Jin Dan cultivators here would be reduced to ash, nothing left behind.

Jiang Ding silently watched the warship in the sky, bathing in the heavenly tribulation Lei Ting.

From time to time a streak of blue-purple Lei Ting tore through space, slamming into the super warship's deck, breaking through the Lei Ting blockade of the Ten Thousand Magnet Lei Cloud Array, blasting a hole tens of meters wide in the deck, melting the steel plating, snapping the pipelines, and exposing the hangar below.

The warship's repair program activated, and the vast reserves of liquid metal-attribute heavenly materials and earthly treasures surged toward the breach, filling the gap, solidifying, and restoring it—in the blink of an eye the shattered deck was whole again.

Every so often the super warship's electromagnetic main cannon roared, summoning a Taiqing flying sword to descend into the shell magazine, used purely as a sturdy cannonball, accelerated layer by layer through seventy-two electromagnetic accelerators, and fired skyward.

Vast swathes of tribulation cloud were annihilated, the heavenly tribulation Lei Ting reduced to powder before it could even descend.

"According to what Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong says, when a cultivator undergoes Tribulation Crossing, there is heavenly tribulation, human tribulation, inner tribulation, and outer tribulation."

Jiang Ding watched for a while, his heart at ease, and his thoughts began to drift.

"Heavenly tribulation and inner tribulation are things like heavenly tribulation Lei Ting and inner demons; human tribulation and outer tribulation are the grievances accumulated during a cultivator's past cultivation—feuds with cultivators inside or outside the sect—who will seize this vulnerable moment to come for revenge."

"Only by weathering inner and outer tribulations and slaying one's enemies can one ascend."

"Within the immortal gate, I have no human tribulation to speak of—I'm perfectly safe; it would be hard for anything to go wrong, whether the enemies are inner or outer."

"But if I wait until later to ascend to Soul Transformation, or even Refining Void, the likelihood of human tribulation will inevitably multiply dozens of times over. The Badaxian Sect won't sit idly by—it could trigger a full-scale war, the kind where neither side rests until the other is dead."

"Of course, all that is still far off."

Jiang Ding shook his head and turned his attention back to the super warship.

Boom!

The last streak of blue-purple Lei Ting fell, the heavy clouds comparable to a Nascent Soul tribulation dispersed, and shafts of sunlight pierced the dim sky, soon bathing the earth, no longer hindered by anything.

In the sky,

A silver-white warship, over a thousand meters long and battered to pieces, hovered in the air, bobbing up and down, its aura plummeting—making one wonder if it might drop the next moment.

"This doesn't look like the ninety-nine-point-nine-nine percent success rate you mentioned."

Jiang Ding quipped.

"Com... Commander!"

Yunri, the warship spirit, her tattered military-green uniform revealing snow-white skin, spoke weakly, insisting: "It's one hundred percent now, not ninety-nine-point-nine-nine-nine!"

"Mm, you have a point."

Jiang Ding, caught between laughter and tears, conceded her argument.

At a thought, his divine sense and magic power poured into the super warship, greatly accelerating the restoration of the battered holes in its deck.

At a certain moment, it suddenly stalled, the recovery slowing to a crawl.

"Commander."

Yunri, the warship spirit, said weakly: "The materials depot is in critical condition. We need to feed large quantities of metal-attribute heavenly materials and earthly treasures into the ion engine furnace—third-grade would be best, first or second grade will do, but recovery will be very slow. Fourth grade would be excellent, but the cost-performance ratio is terrible; I don't recommend it."

"Mm, hold on."

Jiang Ding rummaged through his storage jade pendant and pulled out a great pile of confiscated magic treasures—flying swords, flying daggers, flying needles, and the like—whose origins he could no longer quite recall; they were probably all donations from kind-hearted souls.

Without bothering to appraise them now, he dumped them all into the ion engine furnace, watching them melt down inside, decompose into various metals, and fill the damaged sections of the super warship's deck.

Jiang Ding noticed that, as the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures were smelted, the super warship's deck, gun barrels, radar, engines, and other parts all showed slight enhancements—they were growing.

"Another money-devouring monster!"

Jiang Ding drew a soft breath.

The annual cost of tens of millions of low-grade spirit stones to ritually refine and grow the Taiqing flying sword was already staggering, far beyond a Jin Dan cultivator's imagination, and now a brand-new glutton had appeared, one that looked as if it might even surpass that.

"Commander, it's not like that."

"I'm not that much of a glutton."

Yunri, the warship spirit, explained: "Except when injured, I only need to smelt large quantities of first- and second-grade heavenly materials and earthly treasures. If you're very poor, even mundane-grade metal materials will do—immortal gate predecessors got by that way in the past."

"At that rate, in at most nine hundred years, I can ascend to top-grade fourth-tier."

"With mundane-grade materials, I can reach mid-grade fourth-tier, because I'd also have to absorb the world's spiritual energy daily to smelt and upgrade mundane-grade materials. Accumulating and passing it down through roughly five generations of Nascent Soul cultivators, with each generation's Nascent Soul cultivators above average, would take about five thousand years to ascend to top-grade fourth-tier."

"Alright, glutton Yunri, I understand."

Jiang Ding sighed, not comforted in the slightest.

"Hehe..."

Yunri, the warship spirit, smiled slyly.

Jiang Ding's divine sense continued to observe the Chaori, which had weathered the heavenly tribulation.

The hull and deck strength had both been greatly enhanced, and the array patterns as well—the Ten Thousand Magnet Lei Cloud Grand Array had spontaneously sprouted many fine lines, edging closer to mid-grade fourth-tier.

The Top Priority was the Magnetic Cloud Star-Splitting Cannon,

Jiang Ding held his breath, gathering all his divine sense upon it, observing it bit by bit.

Seventy-two electromagnetic accelerators, seventy-two three-dimensional electromagnetic rune prohibitions—now fully merged into one. From any angle, it was a single prohibition with seventy-two nodes, radiating an aura of drifting azure clouds and void-suppressing weight, spontaneously drawing the surrounding world's spiritual energy into itself, commanding the spiritual energy of a domain.

"Heavenly Gang, Heavenly Gang prohibition!"

Jiang Ding carefully admired this newly born Heavenly Gang prohibition, comparing its vast difference from the Earth Sha prohibitions, and vaguely grasped something.

The Heavenly Gang prohibition had already taken on the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator's law domain, possessing a degree of self-sustaining capability, able to spontaneously draw spiritual energy from the outside world, already imbued with a certain spirituality, no longer a dead object—its power was worlds apart from that of the Earth Sha prohibitions.

Several days later,

The super warship's repairs were complete. Hovering beside the Sun Divine Tree, it gleamed brilliantly, its aura comparable to a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun rippling outward, smoothing the spiritual energy across dozens of kilometers—not a whisper of wind, not a flicker of airflow.

"Time to get to work."

A cold, grim smile curled at the corner of Jiang Ding's mouth: "Should I go beat up Taiyin Sword-Child Yu Yu Qianzi first, or go kill Divine Crow Master Dinghai Zhenjun first?"

"Ask An Siyan about Yu Yu Qianzi's recent whereabouts—if she's on the way, deal with her first."

"Those defeated by you can only watch your back recede, growing ever more distant, until they see you no more? Hmph."

Jiang Ding gave a soft snort, recalling once more the years of being thrashed by the other party.

Clearly his sword intent, divine soul, and flying sword were all stronger than his opponent's, yet he simply couldn't win—being overcome by a weaker foe was the shame of his life.

A moment later, An Siyan replied.

"In closed-door cultivation breaking through to Jin Dan Zhong Qi, and still hasn't come out?"

"It's already been five years, hasn't it?!"

Jiang Ding was taken aback.

For a Dao Child, breaking through to Jin Dan Zhong Qi was as natural as breathing—there was no way it would require any extra time to consolidate one's cultivation.

"Forget it, never mind her for now—I'll go find Divine Crow Master Dinghai Zhenjun."

(End of this chapter)