Chapter 598: Super Warship Great Sun Fires! Fires!

Divine Crow Master Dinghai Zhenjun was fleeing,

burning the vast majority of his essential blood throughout his entire body to escape.

In the past, this was unimaginable!

Relying on General General Heishi's bloodline talent, his speed was incomparably swift; even on the Dari Sect battlefield, when he could not prevail, he had never been so wretched.

Mid Nascent Soul cultivators could not catch him, and even when chased by late Nascent Soul cultivators, he only needed to burn one or two drops of essential blood to escape.

One must understand that essential blood is different from ordinary fresh blood; losing one or two drops is fine, and can be recovered through cultivation over several decades, or at most a little over a century.

But once too much is consumed, this will affect one's lifespan!

Especially for elderly cultivators whose remaining lifespan is not much, this is almost like burning their own lifespan, equivalent to a slow suicide.

With every breath that passed, several years of lifespan were reduced to ashes, like the weeds ubiquitous by the roadside, utterly uncherished.

This was his instinct.

After a thousand years of fighting, having endured countless hardships and life-and-death struggles, Divine Crow Master Dinghai Zhenjun trusted his combat instinct; without any hesitation he did exactly this, leaving only the last wisp of essential blood in his body to survive, burning the rest to transform into extreme speed.

Even if a peak Nascent Soul cultivator like Sword Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun came chasing, he could still escape for a very long time at this speed!

"These old cultivators, this is their one flaw."

Jiang Ding's magic power was likewise greatly depleted, his strength dropping considerably, and he thought calmly in his heart: "Decisive and ruthless in battle, the moment they see no opportunity for combat, they will instantly pay an enormous price to flee, not even pausing for a single instant—everything comes from instinct in a flash, terrifyingly fast."

"They have lived too long; too many things are seen through too clearly, and the possibility of misjudgment is extremely small."

"This must be kept firmly in mind: without an essential conflict arising, do not provoke a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun. Even if you can beat them, killing them is not easy."

Boom boom boom!

Above his head, a steel giant warship finally descended from the deepest depths of space; upon its silver-white hull, boundless thunderclouds swirled, lightning crackled, dazzling and resplendent, and within a radius of several dozen kilometers the air was filled with the smell of ionization.

Fourth-tier spirit-particle radar activated, range: a thousand kilometers!

"Locking on…"

"Locking on…"

The ship spirit Yunri's soft, sweet voice kept coming through.

"The target's body contains remnants of Destruction Sword Intent; interfacing with Destruction Sword Intent search, locking on…"

"Lock successful!"

In virtually the span of a single divine sense instant, the fourth-tier spirit-particle radar had already locked onto the target.

Radar plus sword intent—far too terrifying.

Even sword cultivators of the Grand Yin Sword Sect who specialized in concealment, or Nascent Soul cultivators of Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace, could not possibly escape.

"What on earth is this?!"

Divine Crow Master Dinghai Zhenjun, burning essential blood in frantic flight, roared.

His heart suddenly turned icy cold, his body trembling uncontrollably, boundless fear descending upon his heart—this was his body's survival instinct sensing something, struggling desperately, sending out a signal, wanting to live.

But how could he live?!

He had already burned the vast majority of his essential blood, only a single wisp remained; if he burned any more, he would die on the spot!

Or was it that the instinct he had always trusted was completely wrong, and this was merely an illusion?

"Lock successful!"

"Please insert the Taiqing Flying Sword,"

"Please input magic power,"

"Please input divine sense and sword intent guidance,"

"Magnetic Cloud Star-Splitting Cannon charged, ready; super warship Ten Thousand Magnet Thundercloud Array in normal condition…"

The ship spirit Yunri's prompts, one after another.

For an artificial intelligence, even the tiniest instant could transmit myriad data, assisting the ship's master in controlling the super warship.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword hummed softly, tearing through space, instantly appearing within the Magnetic Cloud Star-Splitting Cannon's ammunition bay, leaping with joy, showing none of the rejection toward so-called external objects that other sword cultivators' life-bound flying swords had.

On the contrary, she felt very intimate, very warm, as if she had arrived at another scabbard, and her sword-life was complete.

Jiang Ding stood upon the silver-white giant warship, closed his eyes, and the rivers of magic power and divine sense in his body surged into the super warship like an ocean, flowing into the cannon barrel, activating the seventy-two electromagnetic prohibitions like starlight.

Finally, Destruction Sword Intent was attached to the Taiqing Flying Sword.

"Strike."

Jiang Ding said softly.

The super warship's array patterns instantly blazed bright; the fourth-tier electromagnetic thundercloud array thundered mightily, and boundless spiritual energy between heaven and earth poured into the super warship, transforming into resplendent thunder, its radiance like a blazing sun, before flowing entirely into that terrifying giant cannon over a thousand meters long with a caliber of over a hundred meters.

The light was dazzling and blinding, like the divine spears of the Thunder Department gods descending upon the mortal world.

Boom!

A terrifying roar!

The super warship shuddered violently, Lei Chong Guang flashing, and an area of several dozen kilometers suddenly entered Chong Guang De Shi Gao Jie, with nothing else remaining; heaven and earth and all things ceased to exist—no up, no down, no left, no right.

Only light—blazing white and pure light!

Jiang Ding's divine soul plunged into the Taiqing Flying Sword, as if becoming a pure sword-dao lifeform, cold and rational; starting from the first electromagnetic accelerator, the already extreme speed of the Taiqing Flying Sword increased once more.

Then the second, the third, the fourth…

The thirty-sixth electromagnetic accelerator…

The seventy-second electromagnetic accelerator!

Speed increased layer upon layer, then layer upon layer, swiftly reaching a degree that even he found terrifying!

He even suspected that placing an ordinary Nascent Soul magic treasure into this cannon barrel would not allow any acceleration to manifest at all—it would snap in an instant, for the power contained within was far too terrifying, and the material simply could not withstand it.

After passing through the seventy-second electromagnetic accelerator.

At this moment, the speed had reached an unimaginable degree.

Jiang Ding's divine soul merged with the Taiqing Flying Sword, experiencing this wondrous world that could only be seen at unimaginable extreme speeds.

The surrounding space, spiritual energy particles, even the particles of matter were all undergoing random Brownian motion at a slow, nearly motionless speed, like a movie deliberately slowed down by several hundred times.

Not far away, a black crow with panicked eyes flapped its wings, fleeing frantically.

However, its speed was as slow as a snail.

Each flap of its wings took a long time; the so-called extreme speed brought about by burning essence blood only added a touch of hunting pleasure.

"Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun."

"A Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun."

Jiang Ding's divine soul, merged with the Taiqing Flying Sword, thought.

He adjusted the sword body's direction by a little, aligning it with his pursued target, pressing close to slash at the crow's neck—

At this speed, the Taiqing Flying Sword could no longer retreat, could no longer make large turns, only fine-tune its direction.

Fortunately, the opponent was as slow as a snail.

Even attempting any evasive maneuvers would be laughable, like a movie slowed down by several hundred times, with no tactical value whatsoever.

The sword body truly made contact with the black crow's neck.

Boom!

It was clearly just an ordinary contact, merely grazing a bit of feather and skin, yet something incomparably terrible happened—the black crow, over two hundred zhang long, suddenly collapsed, exploding into a skyful of blood and flesh powder!

What bones, what feathers, what Nascent Soul dharma treasures—all became fine powder, blood mist, shattering like thunder in the sky, spreading over several hundred zhang, everywhere.

The Taiqing Flying Sword did not stop, spinning dizzily in the sky for several dozen more circles, nearly turning into a top, before its speed slowly came to a halt and control was restored.

At the spot, within the blood mist, a Nascent Soul the size of a palm with incomparably dim light poked out a bit of its head; its tiny pupils were full of terror. Its figure swayed for a moment, flickered, and instantly merged into space and vanished, moving at a speed far more terrifying than a Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng moving through soil.

The treasure of humanity's immortal dao civilization—the Nascent Soul!

Innately attuned to space.

Innately attuned to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

A Nascent Soul can also undergo possession at most three times, with its strength not greatly diminished; even if a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator came to pursue and kill, they might not necessarily be able to catch up.

If a peak Nascent Soul cultivator came to pursue and kill a Nascent Soul, the success rate would be much greater, but still unable to guarantee one hundred percent.

Relying on this, Nascent Souls became the rulers of the Northern Plains; even figures standing at the peak of the Northern Plains like Sword Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Liu Dao Sect's Six-Fingered Tiangui Tiangui Laoguai would treat an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with courtesy.

"Destroy my dharma body, cut off my lifespan!"

"Hatred, hatred, great hatred!"

"Master Tushan, I will remember you; you will surely die under the siege of numerous Nascent Souls of the Zhengmo Alliance."

"You must remember this!"

From the void came the sinister, venomous voice of Crow Master Dinghai Zhenjun, filled with endless hatred.

"Okay."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly, looking in the direction where it was, seemingly knowing which space it was hiding in.

"Remember…"

"Ahhhhh!"

The sinister voice suddenly turned terrified: "This net, what is this black net? No, impossible…"

In the seemingly empty sky, over dozens of kilometers, a pitch-black great net like a heavenly curtain suddenly appeared; at one spot, it trembled, and the endless black net rapidly contracted toward that point.

Within, a humanoid object charged left and right, up and down in the net pouch, desperately fleeing, knocking the black net into bulging protrusions from time to time, its reaction extremely violent.

Occasionally, a wave of destructive fluctuation came, intending to destroy everything and perish together.

After a moment, it fell silent, no longer able to take shape.

The black net covering dozens of kilometers contracted to the size of a palm, swaying gently as it fell before Jiang Ding.

This is,

The pinnacle creation of a realm-dominating faction, worth six hundred million low-grade spirit stones, a one-time immortal dao engineering dharma treasure containing the wisdom of countless scientific researchers—Infant-Imprisoning Net!

(End of this chapter)