Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 383 - 341 Picking the Desolate Bronze Small World to Celebrate Your Longevity

"Reincarnation?"

Uncle Lin Yong repeated this word in his heart, a complex and indescribable look in his eyes.

He was now an old man in his eighties, his face lined with wrinkles, just like his sister, reaching the age where they needed to consider matters for the time after their passing.

"Cousin Lin Yuanwang."

Jiang Ding looked at Lin Yuanwang.

He was currently at the peak of Qi Practicing, and over the years, even with less than outstanding maintenance, he still appeared to be in his thirties or forties, but with a faint presence of wrinkles and the aura of Magic-Level mana.

"Foundation Building, how are your preparations?"

Jiang Ding asked.

He knew that aside from himself, his paternal grandparents cared for the other grandson just as much, giving the same love, without differentiation based on excellence.

And at this time, when life was nearing its end, they still held concerns.

"Generally speaking, I’m well prepared. I plan to attempt Foundation Building after grandfather’s birthday,"

Lin Yuanwang’s eyes showed a hint of excitement. He took a deep breath, not giving up on this once-in-a-lifetime, life-and-death opportunity, "If possible, I hope to obtain a kind of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure that can nurture the meridians, compatible with the Premium Foundation Building Pill."

This was unimaginable for the average Qi Practitioner.

To have a Premium Foundation Building Pill was already an incredible stroke of fortune; a Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure compatible with it was ranked as an exotic treasure, extremely rare, with a value easily reaching several million Low-grade Spirit Stones.

The markup was extraordinarily exaggerated.

Foundation-building cultivators did not dare to dream of it, they couldn’t afford it even if they sold themselves.

There was no helping it, high-level cultivators had their own relatives to take care of as well.

In a market economy, such exotic treasures corresponded not to the wealth of a Qi Practitioner, but to the wealth of powerful Golden Pill Monks.

"Alright."

Jiang Ding had no hesitation.

"In a few months’ time, this item will be delivered. Stay alive, don’t let the elderly feel sorrow."

"Yes!"

Lin Yuanwang stood up straight, instinctively responding, it was completely instinctual, even though the person in front of him was a year younger than himself.

Elder Lin Gang gave a smile.

With another grandson’s future secured, his heart relaxed a great deal.

"Haha, cousin, you are being too serious."

Jiang Ding laughed heartily, reining in the slight aura of pressure he was unconsciously emitting, and turned to the other elderly person, "Grandma, what is your name?"

Lin Wanqiu and the younger generation around her were taken aback.

For so long, they had always referred to her as mom and grandma, without ever knowing the old lady’s name.

"Why does Dingding ask for my name?"

The grandma patted Jiang Ding’s head, taking a moment to remember herself, then said, "Grandma’s name is Zhao Zihan, isn’t it quite old-fashioned? It’s been many years since anyone has called me by it."

"Zhao Zihan..."

Elder Lin Gang’s expression became distant, as the name sparked his memory, vaguely recalling moments from high school, university, and the times he met the beautiful girl with a ponytail.

It was just a short period of more than eighty years.

The duration of a single meditation session for many high-level cultivators.

Yet, it was his and his wife’s lifetime.

"Zihan symbolizes kindness, beauty, and knowledge; how could it be old-fashioned?"

Jiang Ding shook his head and smiled, "When grandma was young, she must have been a beautiful and kind girl, the apple of her grandmother’s eye."

"Of course!"

The grandma showed a proud expression, with a hint of childishness breaking through.

"Grandpa, for your 105th birthday, let me give you and grandma a gift,"

Jiang Ding slowly said.

"What gift?"

Lin Gang was curious, drawn by Jiang Ding’s earnestness.

The others also looked over, holding their breath, wanting to see what kind of precious and rare gift a Xianmen Sect scholar of such prestige, who was over fifty or sixty yet still like a child, would offer.

"I give you a world."

Jiang Ding, unaware, let slip a hint of grandeur and slowly said, "The Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, despicable and shameless, has clandestinely occupied the thirteenth Small World of Xianmen Sect, the Desolate Bronze Small World, an utmost disgrace."

"I wish to seize it and name it the Gang Han World."

"What do you think?"

"..."

Lin Gang was stunned.

Surrounding them was utter silence, everyone’s mouth agape, doubting if they had hallucinated.

"Dingding, what did you just say?"

Lin Gang couldn’t help but ask.

"Please wait for just over a month."

Jiang Ding stood up and floated into the air, transforming into a sharp gray-blue sword-light that soared into the sky, merging with a suddenly appearing silver-white Air-Space warplane midair.

Climbing higher, he broke through the troposphere and entered the stratosphere, disappearing from sight.

"Requesting to join the Desolate Bronze Small World ground landing force."

"This mission carries certain risks; do you confirm?"

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer sounded.

"Confirm."

"Applying to the Desolate Bronze Small World battlefield commander Canghai Heavenly Monarch for permission, please wait... Canghai Heavenly Monarch has approved your request... Please wait, the real-time cross-dimensional teleportation Formation is now opening just for you. Please proceed immediately to Area A284..."

The silver-white Air-Space warplane flew upward along the Heaven-Covering Banyan Divine Tree, passing through the stratosphere, heading towards an enormous platform, hundreds of kilometers wide, dense with Space Formation Patterns.

An empty expanse.

Everyone had already been evacuated in advance, and even Nascent Soul Monks had not hesitated to use spatial techniques to accelerate the clearing process.

Moreover, along his entire path, the Central Array Spirit Computer had layered blocks and shields, temporarily isolating any signals sent out to the Outer Realm, strictly scrutinizing anyone who might see his whereabouts, closely monitoring.

The Air-Space warplane landed in the center of the cross-dimensional super teleportation Formation. The complex surrounding Space Formation Patterns slowly lit up, instantly transporting him without any need for travel procedures or waiting. The efficiency was frightening.

"Beep beep!"

Jiang Ding, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes to see Jin Lingfeng’s avatar projecting from his phone: delicate and adorable, her shiny silver hair draped over her shoulders, bangs even with her eyebrows.

"Jiang Ding!"

Jin Lingfeng excitedly said, "I’ve received a conscription order from the Desolate Bronze military force; I need to go into the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm to command the Qi Practicing landing troops in coordination with you."

Beep beep!

Shortly after, An Siyan also appeared in the phone communication, adjusting his black-framed glasses, and said indifferently, "Is Jin Lingfeng there too? Then my situation is similar. In addition, the offspring of many Nascent Soul Monks will also join to experience and undergo the real face of interdimensional warfare and earn honors."

"The Foundation Establishment Internal Demon Tribulation is always peculiar and strange; more experience is very important for them."

"Good."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes once more, nurturing and refining the Taiqing Flying Sword in between his eyebrows with Divine Sense and Mana, calming its restless sword body.

...

Amidst the layers of branches and leaves of the Heaven-Covering Banyan Divine Tree, an Air-Space Mothership full of patches and sword marks slowly sailed out, ancient and worn, having slumbered for who knows how many years.

"You mongrels from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace!"

"Feel the fear we once had in the face of the Great Sun Swordsman!"

A pale-faced young man with earrings and ripped jeans stood at the bow, laughing wildly.

"The Desolate Bronze Small World belongs to Xianmen Sect."

"And I’m the one saying that!"

"Ding!"

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer emerged slowly.

"Divinity Transformation Level Air-Space Mothership Commander, formerly commanded the Air-Space Army to repel eighty-nine Divinity Transformation attacks, killed sixteen Divinity Transformation Monks from forces such as the Great Sun Sword Pavilion and Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, survived six Refinement Void Level battles, recipient of the Sun Extinguisher Solar Medal, Immortal Mieri, applying to join the Desolate Bronze military force."