Chapter 907

"Do not bring your so-called sword technique to make a fool of yourself."

Jiang Ding walked within the brilliant Domain of Annihilating Swords.

The surrounding space was hazy; the Great Sun's Annihilating Sword Intent covered all directions, with heat waves rising and the temperature reaching tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, enough to turn any carbon-based lifeform into charcoal and ash, already possessing one ten-thousandth of the aura of a true sun.

It must be known that the temperature at the sun's core is merely twenty million degrees Celsius.

To call it a juvenile star, a star in the process of growth, is not an overly exaggerated title.

"This old man indeed made a fool of himself."

Xu Yan retreated while vomiting blood, planted his sword in the ground to stand firm in the void, and spoke in a low voice.

He knew that his arrogant idea of exploring alone for over two thousand years, hoping to carve out a path to Refining Void on his own, was completely a dream bubble.

At this moment, let alone advancing to Refining Void via this path, he could not even defeat a Golden Core disciple of the Great Sun Sword, having been crushed brutally and directly.

This path has been declared a failure.

Exploring alone, with at most the participation of some unworthy descendants of the Xu family, ultimately produced a result like a balloon full of holes; a simple flick would cause it to burst and shatter.

It was not that his talent or genius was insufficient.

It was that the difficulty of carving out a path alone was too great!

No matter how exceptionally talented a person is, without orderly inheritance from predecessors, without external assistance, without the joint efforts of many fellow Daoists encouraging each other,

such an undertaking of opening a Great Dao is simply impossible to complete!

A lone cultivator, no matter how gifted or a genius of the realm, cannot do it alone.

Buzz!

Buzz buzz!

In the void, space steamed like water waves, hazy and indistinct, as a steel fortress covered in mottled traces slowly emerged, spreading rings of array patterns like ripples outward, enveloping the space-air motherships and space-air fighters of Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Xu Wang, and Jia Nian Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

The massive military formation's aura gradually formed a single entity.

"Xu Yan,"

"Is this your true self?"

Jiang Ding's expression grew more solemn as he looked at this starry sky fortress, a model from two thousand years ago of the Immortal Sect.

This was a mottled, rust-covered steel fortress, tens of kilometers in size, forged entirely from some silver-gray metal.

Some parts of the fortress were clearly pavilions and towers in the style of the Badaxian Sect, somewhat mismatched with the modern technological style of the Immortal Sect; the aura was the same, chaotic yet powerful, and mad.

How to describe it?

This starry sky fortress lacked the technological beauty of the Immortal Sect's starry sky fortresses, where power and beauty were fused into a single core.

This starry sky fortress was like a folk auto workshop adding various cool things to a car: wing panels, nitrogen accelerators, anti-aircraft machine guns, and other over-the-top items, completely disregarding the car's original design specifications, crazily stacking various performance stats and equipment.

Things modified by such small workshops sometimes looked quite cool, possessing the features one would expect them to have.

At this moment, surrounding the mottled and chaotic steel fortress were various space-air motherships, space-air warships, and space-air fighters, equally messy, of different models, from different production runs, and equipped with different array formations.

The number of these fighters and warships reached over a million; they were densely packed, spread across a range of a thousand li, with various array patterns connecting them, and chaos permeating the air.

Its overall aura continuously strengthened, continuously strengthened.

The power of the military formation almost instantly broke through the limit of Hua Shen Zhong Qi, approaching the late stage of Soul Transformation, did not stop, and continued to close in on the peak of Soul Transformation.

Heavy pressure spread across heaven and earth, suffocating all living beings.

This is the Immortal Sect's military formation!

The foundation of a Domain Overlord!

Even this backward version from two thousand years ago could instantly cause a Soul Transformation mid-stage cultivator to achieve a major breakthrough, completely unlike that ridiculous sword technique.

"Excellent!"

"Excellent, excellent!"

After examining it carefully, Jiang Ding clapped his hands and praised: "Xu Yan, your ensemble reminds me of the peasant uprising armies that have been submerged in the river of history."

"A messy patchwork: gathering a bit here, picking up some there, a massive volume of personnel, command like a makeshift troupe, and haphazard troop quality."

"Your ensemble has a very high similarity to them, extremely reminiscent."

He sighed.

"I did not expect that, even after the Immortal Sect has crossed into the star river for over ten thousand years, I could still witness such a spectacle."

"Truly breathtaking."

"Breathtaking!"

"Hahaha, why beat around the bush so much?"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun fired a shot, blasting apart large sections of the array patterns, yet still had the mood to pay attention to the battlefield here; hearing this, he laughed heartily: "Just tell him directly and ask where he found so many ragged beggar outfits, that would be enough!"

"Senior, that is too direct."

"It must be known that we are all serious scholars with doctoral degrees."

Jiang Ding said solemnly.

"Hahaha..."

"Scholars! We are all scholars!"

Pingyang Canghai Tianjun, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, Ni Ri Canghai Tianjun, and others laughed wildly; the sound waves rolled, unrestrained and arrogant, spreading across tens of thousands of li around them.

"You all seek death!"

Xu Yan's eyes turned blood-red, filled with hatred and madness.

Indeed, his fleet was too chaotic.

There were a few warships of the Immortal Sect's two-thousand-year-old version, and some low-spec, even lower-spec warships produced by Xu Gao Jie;

there were also warship-shaped tower ships commissioned at high prices from Shangqing Lingbao Sect, still the low-spec version of the Immortal Sect;

and there were flying boat treasures modified from transportation vessels captured from enemies by the younger generations of the various Xu and Wang families as they traveled the realm.

Just like that, over thousands of years, through painstaking effort, bit by bit, they finally reconstructed this military formation.

The strength of a complete shipbuilding industry at the Domain level is not something a small Domain-level family faction can hope for; this is a Daoist industrial capability exclusive to Domain overlords. Even the heavy military artifacts of the Badaxian Sect are far inferior to this.

Those pavilion military artifacts, though appearing weaker than those of the Immortal Sects, require a supply chain length and construction cost far higher than those of the Immortal Sects.

The selling price, naturally, is the same.

"You are merely a group of weaklings who have abandoned the Star Fortress."

"Since you seek death, I shall send you on your way!"

Xu Yan said coldly.

He stood atop the Star Fortress, holding a pure black banner which he suddenly waved downward.

This was clearly a communication treasure, of the Primordial Spirit tier. Every warship and fighter craft had a similar banner; it was likely a substitute developed by the Xu family after losing the array spirit communication technology.

"Kill!"

Xu Yan shouted fiercely.

With a thought, array patterns densely filled the space between the Star Fortress and the million warships, clogging the thousand-li star domain and forming a vast and complex law domain, once again seizing back control of nearly half the law domain.

In a single breath of the military formation, endless heavenly and earthly spiritual qi was inhaled and gathered entirely into the main cannon of the Star Fortress.

Boom!

The heavens and earth suddenly blazed with brilliance, pure white light filling the space between heaven and earth.

Then, the Star Fortress's giant cannon roared, and the million sky-space aircraft carriers, sky-space warships, and sky-space fighters roared in unison with the formation, shaking heaven and earth.

Countless cannon beams from the ships merged together through the vast military formation, assembling in an instant like building blocks to form a cylindrical Soul Transformation killing array tens of kilometers wide, descending upon the youth in green robes.

A terrifying aura, enough to make Soul Transformation cultivators tremble with fear, spread out.

This was a military killing array at the peak of the Soul Transformation realm!

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword slowly and deliberately, striking out with a single slash.

This sword strike gathered the power of the Thousand-Li Great Sun Annihilation Sword Domain.

Half the sky suddenly darkened. The Dai Sen Sun Sword Domain gathered infinite rays of the Great Sun, forming one thousand two hundred strands of sun-silk robes covering the hilt of the Taqing Flying Sword. Along the rails of the Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Electromagnetic Cannon, forged by his divine sense and thought, it shot forth with a thunderous crash.

It was clearly visible that the aura of the Taqing Flying Sword was far inferior to this military killing array, which gathered the power of a million warships and fighters.

Clang!

The Taqing Flying Sword slashed into this peak Soul Transformation military killing array, weaving through it like a swimming fish, shattering twenty-seven array nodes in an instant.

The heavens and earth fell silent.

Boom!

A terrifying explosion erupted, with countless electromagnetic sword qi bursting forth. The Taqing Flying Sword recoiled backward, its spiritual light dimming slightly before instantly recovering.

The peak Soul Transformation military killing array was broken!

Broken by the Taqing Flying Sword, whose power was far less than its own!

Xu Yan stood on the mottled Star Fortress, his face gloomy.

"It is too chaotic!"

"Your military formation is too messy; the flaws in the array are everywhere, requiring no effort to search for."

"Xu Yan,"

Jiang Ding looked up, his long sword pointing at the Star Fortress: "I say, I can break this patchwork scrap of an array of yours with just ten sword strikes."

"Do you believe it, or not?"

(End of this chapter)

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