What did 270 million tons of yield mean?
To tell the truth, no one knew, since no nation in the world had ever created such a massive hydrogen bomb, and there was no telling if it had been created after the Revival of Qi.
Back then, Little Boy had merely had a yield of ten thousand tons, but it had instantly flattened Hiroshima, killing hundreds of thousands of people.
Big Ivan, which Khrushchev the Nuclear Bomb Maniac had created, had a yield of just 50 million tons. However, when it detonated, it destroyed almost every building within hundreds of kilometers, with gales and pressure from the explosion blowing almost a thousand kilometers away!
According to the data, the heatwave from the explosion could burn people 170 kilometers away, and the flash from the explosion could cause pain, burn, or even blindness in the eyes of people 220 kilometers away.
The electromagnetic pulse after the explosion caused a one-hour gap in radio communications, pushing the entire Eurasian continent by nine millimeters to the south.
The Doom Shrooms with a yield of 270 million tons instantly blew up, melting away the Mahayana elite's mystic hand. Being at the center of the explosion, even if he had shielded himself with premium-grade sage armor at once, the searing heat of hundreds of millions of degrees was melting it, and his physical body was burning under the searing heat almost instantly. His Yuan Spirit tried to flee, but was engulfed by the heatwave the moment it did.
If that was the case for a Mahayana elite, there was no need to even mention Sufferance-tier, Convergence-tier, or Yuan Spirit cultivators.
Even if they were further away from the center of the explosion and had some time to react, they were still engulfed by the flash, blaze, and pulse of the explosion as they tried to flee.
Kaboom!
An earth-shattering rumble echoed over the seas as a colossal mushroom cloud rose to the skies above Penglai Island. The heatwave it generated was so intense that Jiang He and the White Brows Daoist were forced to temporarily separate and take to the skies to avoid it.
Towering waves erupted in the seas, kicking up tsunamis that were hundreds of meters tall and surging across every direction.
"What the hell!"
"Is a Doom Shroom with a yield of 270 million tons that frightening?"
Jiang He was startled.
He looked towards the center of the explosion, but the intense pain and burning sensation in his eyes forced him to look away at such a close distance.
At that very moment, the White Brows Daoist had gone mad.
He screamed and bellowed.
He tried to rush into the explosion a few times, but to no avail.
Fear appeared on the faces of the elites who were lurking in the distance. Veins of divine mind interweaved and communicated, unsure what immortal art Jiang He had cast. Meanwhile, veins of immortal light paused in the distant horizon.
This was a cultivator from the Wan Jian House.
There were seven or eight of them.
Their leader was the only Mahayana realm cultivator of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. He looked middle-aged and stood on top of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's ultimate treasure, the Dragon Abyss Sword. Behind him were seven Sufferance realm cultivators.
It could be said that this time, the Wan Jian House had sent out all of its members.
At the very least, there was only one five-retribution elite left to guard the sect, all for Jiang He's immortal sword.
If he could get his hands on the Immortal Sword, even if the Ten Thousand Swords Sect only had one Mahayana cultivator, he was confident that he could dominate the world.
However, there was a flash of shock in the Mahayana sword cultivator's eyes as he stared at the mushroom cloud in the distance and exclaimed, "What is that?"
Many Tribulation Eminences shook their heads, indicating their ignorance.
They had been in seclusion for a long time and would only leave their seclusion for retribution. Even if they did, they would do it on a remote island in the ocean where no one was. How could they have learned about modern technology?
Of course, they were not bothered to learn either.
In the eyes of those "Immortal Cultivators", they were just a bunch of mortals. What could their so-called technology achieve?
Guns and cannons? None of those present could even scratch an itch for themselves.
"Eh … isn't that direction the Penglai Sect?"
Suddenly, someone exclaimed in surprise. Everyone's face twitched, and someone promptly took out a jade charm to contact the Thousand Sword Daoist. Even so, the Thousand Sword Daoist's expression changed drastically. "There's no reply. Still, the spirit mark Brother Thousand Sword left is extremely weak, and on the verge of crumbling …"
The spirit mark was still there, meaning he was not dead.
Even so, the Thousand Sword Daoist was no different from being dead right now.
The shockwaves of the explosion were already fading. Though the mushroom cloud in the skies had yet to disperse, the shockwaves of the explosion over the Penglai Island were at least gone …
Several figures appeared sporadically over the surface of the ocean, as well as several Yuan Spirits that were on the verge of collapse …
Up in the skies.
The White Brows Daoist coughed out a mouthful of blood and promptly landed.
His divine mind was frantically searching everywhere for the survivors of the Penglai Sect … as well as the Penglai Island.
And yet, the Penglai Island was nowhere to be found.
All that was left were some scattered rubble floating over the surface of the ocean. The island that was over a hundred kilometers across had been completely wiped out by the explosion of almost 900 Doom Shrooms.
"Brother …"
A feeble Yuan Spirit appeared in the waters.
It was another Mahayana-tier elite of the Penglai Sect. His physical body had been reduced to ashes, and his Yuan Spirit that had escaped was almost melted by the intense heat. It was fortunate that his Yuan Spirit was weightless and could fly quickly, which was why he managed to survive.
But so what if he survived?
Right now, his Yuan Spirit was at most Convergence-tier …
It would probably be impossible for him to recover.
"Ancestral Master …"
The surviving Penglai Sect cultivators were gathering towards the White Brows Daoist.
There were seven of them.
Three of them were further away from the center of the explosion and had fled faster. Moreover, they were protected by sage items, which was why their physical bodies were still there even if they were maimed. On the other hand, the Mahayana-tier elite and the other three did not even have physical bodies left.
"Aaaaaargh!!!"
The White Brows Daoist reared his head towards the skies and bellowed like a Feral.
"Jiang He …"
His white hair and beard were fluttering, and his entire being was showing signs of becoming demonic. "You destroyed the mountain archway of the Penglai Sect, severing thousands of years of our sect's legacy! The Penglai Sect will not rest until one of us is dead!"
"Eh?"
Up in the skies.
Jiang He's gaze darkened.
When he saw the state the Penglai Sect was in after being blown up by the Doom Shrooms, there was actually a flash of compassion in Jiang He's heart. Still, his heart could not help sinking right then!
Compassion?
What a joke!
They were all cultivators.
The world of cultivators was a place where the strong preyed on the weak. If Jiang He became a saintly bitch, he would not even know how he would die one day …
The grudge between him and the Penglai Sect could no longer be resolved!
"If it can't be resolved, then …"
He had to get rid of the roots as soon as possible!
Clenching his teeth, Jiang He descended from the skies and charged at the White Brows Daoist without a word.
The White Brows Daoist charged his mystic energy to the limit, the Clear Sky Mirror in his hand bursting with heaven-reaching might in an attempt to subjugate Jiang He. Even so, he could hardly match the might of the immortal sword in Jiang He's hand no matter how much he burst out.
Immortal weapon …
Although it was just a word's difference between demi-immortal weapon and immortal weapon, the difference in power was like heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, the remaining seven Penglai Sect cultivators behind the White Brows Daoist quietly retreated then, having received the White Brows Daoist's message through acoustics —
"Let's go!"
"I'll hold Jiang He back. The rest of you flee at once. This brat is a powerful sword cultivator who wields an immortal weapon and would not lose out to me in combat … Blargh!"
Jiang He parried the mirror light shooting towards him with a single swing of his sword.
Streaks of sword light shot out from between his brows.
Right now, he lacked everything except mystic treasures and flying swords. After killing the True Habitant of Scarlet Sun, Zhong Wanshan, and Hong Shanze, he had obtained many mystic treasures and flying swords, and after planting them …
Right now, aside from the Greenwood Sword, Jiang He also had two superior-grade sage flying swords.
And six mediocre-grade sage flying swords.
Unfortunately …
Their attributes were not right.
Since he could not complete the Sword Array of Five Elements and Six Pulses, Jiang He had to settle for the next best thing and learn the stronger Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams.
[Ding!]
[-1,000,000 Farm Points.]
[Congratulations, Host. You have cultivated the Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams up to mastery …]
A System Notification jingled in Jiang He's head then, and substantial complex and mysterious information about the Sword Array surged into his mind. With a flick of his fingers, the many flying swords shot out. With the inferior-grade immortal Mosquito Cutter as a lead and the seven flying swords as support, the Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams was instantly set up.
The Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams was primarily used to subdue enemies.
In that split second, it was as if the world had gone silent. All that was left was endless Sword Qi rampaging, forming the massive Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams that pressed down from the skies!
"What is this?"
Stunned, the White Brows Daoist promptly bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence onto the Clear Sky Mirror. Burning his own blood essence, mystic energy and even his own Dao, he charged the Clear Sky Mirror to its limits. Then, the golden radiance within the Clear Sky Mirror burst out as if it was solid, forming a world drawn from Dao and mystic energy in a futile attempt to stop the Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams.
But it was useless.
In the next instant …
Kaboom!
The radiance of the Clear Sky Mirror shattered.
The White Brows Daoist was subjugated by the Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams.
Charging his mystic energy to charge the Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams, Jiang He reached out with a grasping motion and took out every Five Thunder Talisman he had on him, throwing them at the seven Penglai Sect cultivators who were fleeing.
Up in the skies, thunderclouds instantly gathered. Thunderbolts of five elements appeared to have locked onto the seven cultivators and bombarded them one after another. The seven cultivators who were already maimed and on the brink of death in the first place burst out with every move they could muster, and after withstanding a total of seventy thunderbolts from fourteen Five Thunder Talismans, all of them were killed. Even their Yuan Spirits were reduced to scraps.
"No …"
Inside the Seven Stars Eight Trigrams Sword Matrix, the White Brows Daoist roared madly. Blood flowed from his seven orifices as he burned his Great Path to the limit. Even crimson flames appeared around his body. The burning crimson flames caused ripples in the void, and space itself began to fluctuate.
"Incredible!"
Jiang He was stunned.
Was that old fart really that ruthless?
Burning his Dao to such a degree would allow him to rapidly burst out with overwhelming combat ability, but he was destroying his own foundation. His cultivation would definitely drop when the battle was over, and it would be as difficult as reaching for the skies if he wanted to improve even an inch in the future.
Once he remembered that an elite who had reached Mahayana over a thousand years would have to face the destruction of his sect and the death of all his disciples because of him, Jiang He decided …
He would give the White Brows Daoist a quick death.
"System, how many Farm Points do I need to cultivate the Sword Array of Nine Heavens Thunderflame?"
The System was speechless.
Jiang He cursed inwardly before promptly saying, "System, cultivate the Sword Array of Nine Heavens Thunderflame!"
[Ding!]
[Insufficient Farm Points …]
Jiang He was speechless.
He had accumulated a whopping 112.8 million Farm Points, and that was not enough?
"Ten million to full-fledged Convergence-tier, and a hundred million to full-fledged Sufferance-tier … a million to the Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams … I only have 1.8 million Farm Points left now?"
He sighed softly.
Jiang He could only take out one pepper.
There was no helping it.
He had to rely on the pepper to boost his combat ability by fifty percent to send the White Brows Daoist on his way.
Swallowing the pepper in a few mouthfuls, his aura increased by fifty percent. His raging mystic energy made Jiang He feel as if he was looking down on all creation. With a wave of his hand, the Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams was undone.
The White Brows Daoist could not help being delighted at being freed from the sword array, and charged at Jiang He with the Clear Sky Mirror in hand.
"Jiang He!"
"I'll take you down with me …"
Be that as it may, a dazzling sword light arose in the next instant.
Mosquito Cutter, First Style of the Three Thousand Calamities — White Foal Crosses the Rift.
The Clear Sky Mirror was cleaved apart with a single sword strike.
The White Brows Daoist was cut in two.
His Yuan Spirit was burning with Dao and Yuan Spirit at the moment, and was about to fly away when endless sword light arose between heaven and earth in the next instant. The Twenty-Three Swords …
A slash was unleashed from the distance.
Snikt.
The Yuan Spirit was torn apart with a single sword strike.
And with a bang, it completely vanished.
Jiang He waved his hand and put away the many flying swords. Having unleashed the Twenty-Three Swords twice today, he appeared a little tired. Yawning, he was about to search for his spoils when his gaze shifted toward the nearby ocean.
A feeble Yuan Spirit had darted out of the ocean and instantly fled into the distance.
"The Thousand Sword Daoist?"
Jiang He laughed out loud and punched out from the distance …
Boom!
Overwhelming qi and mystic energy engulfed the Yuan Spirit, and the Thousand Sword Daoist's feeble Yuan Spirit promptly blew up.
Jiang He's gaze shifted to find a Spatial Ring falling along with the Yuan Spirit's explosion. Reaching out and grabbing it, he could not help laughing, "I didn't realize that the Thousand Sword Daoist was such a sly old fox. If my Yuan Spirit had not evolved and evolved after ascending up to full-fledged Sufferance, granting me powerful senses, that mongrel would have evaded me."
Jiang He nonchalantly put away the Spatial Ring.
He frowned and looked around at the air around him.
There was no one there, but the veins of powerful auras hidden in the dark could not escape Jiang He's notice. The elites of the secluded immortal sects, demonic sects, and even ancient daemon cultivators had yet to leave, and with their age and sophistication, would they retreat so easily?
All of them were waiting for Jiang He and the Penglai Sect to mutually injure each other.
They were waiting to reap the rewards.
The temptation of the immortal sword was too great!
Moreover, aside from the immortal sword, there was also the Clear Sky Mirror. At first, they had been eyeing the treasure vault that the Penglai Sect had accumulated over thousands of years … but now, Penglai Island was completely gone, and even the treasure vault was completely destroyed in the violent explosion.
Still, an immortal sword and a demi-immortal item were enough for them to take the risk out of desperation.
Jiang He's scalp went numb as he felt the veins of those auras.
Damn it …
He had been careless.
These people aren't going to attack me, are they?
The chances were … not small.
They must have assumed that he had expended a great deal of energy and was injured to fight the White Brows Daoist. What if they thought that he was only putting up a strong front?
As for himself …
Indeed …
He was a little wounded.
He had unleashed the Twenty-Three Swords twice today, and his spirit was a little damaged and exhausted. It would definitely affect him if he fought again.
Among these people, there were Mahayana realm and Sufferance realm experts. If they really joined forces against him, he would probably only be able to kill one … No, he should be able to kill two experts at White Brows Daoist's level. After that, he would have to flee!
"I must not cower. These people would attack me if I really show any signs of cowardice."
As Jiang He fished out some mystic treasures and Spatial Rings that were scattered in the sea, a thought occurred to him. Perhaps he should appear a little stronger to intimidate these people.
Arriving beside the White Brows Daoist's corpse, he took his Spatial Ring and the Clear Sky Mirror, which was floating eight hundred meters away and was almost cut in half by his sword.
That was when Jiang He sensed that the hidden auras were changing.
"Someone is about to attack me!"
Jiang He's heart skipped a beat, and he promptly smiled faintly.
He looked around, his face filled with arrogance as he laughed, "Brothers, it's fine to watch the show, but now that it's over, isn't it time for you to return to your homes? Eh … Brother from the southeast, aren't you a daemonic cultivator? "
"A mere Sufferance cultivator daemonic cultivator daemonic?"
"Where is the Holy Ground of daemonic cultivators? Should I plant some mushrooms in your house? "
Whoosh!
The Mosquito Cutter appeared over Jiang He's head.
Killing intent overflowed over his body, and he slashed out from several hundred kilometers away.
With a dull grunt, blood dripped down from the skies, and an eighth-retribution daemon shrouded in Daemonic Qi fell from the skies, turning into a blood radiance as he fled. "It's a misunderstanding, Brother Jiang He," he said. "It's all a misunderstanding, and I hold no hostility toward you …"
He promptly slipped away.
Jiang He waved his hand and recalled the Mosquito Cutter.
In the dark, many experts were secretly shocked.
Was that the might of an immortal sword?
A single swing of the sword could wound an eighth-retribution daemon from over five hundred kilometers away. If it was within fifty kilometers, it could instakill an eighth-retribution daemon!
Up in the air, the auras of the seventh-retribution and eighth retribution cultivators rapidly vanished.
Several Mahayana elites conversed with their divine mind before retreating as well.
Jiang He chuckled and said, "As I thought, these old fools who have lived for a thousand or even two thousand years are basically cowards. I guarantee they would run faster than anyone else if I scare them a little."
He had scoured the seas, and in the end …
He felt helpless.
The Penglai Sect's treasure vault had really been blown to smithereens.
Whatever spirit stones or mystic treasures were directly reduced to nothingness, and only a dozen or so mediocre-grade or superior-grade sage items remained floating on the surface of the sea.
Moreover, there was also a premium-grade sage combat armor.
It must have belonged to the Mahayana elite who had been at the center of the explosion of the nine hundred Doom Shrooms. Even the premium-grade sage combat armor was burnt to the point that only its trouser legs were left after being scorched by the heat of several hundred million degrees.
Jiang He hence picked up the sage items one by one …
It did not matter if they were broken, and he could just go home and repair them … or plant them.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if I have mystic treasures or not. I'm more concerned about the Penglai Sect's cultivation manuals … what a shame!"
Jiang He felt immeasurably regretful.
A sect with thousands of years of history would definitely have innumerable cultivation manuals, and it would be enough to establish a sect if he could get his hands on them. Even if Jiang He had no intention of doing so, he could give them to Wang Hou, who would definitely treat him as his own father. He could keep them to kill time, or use them as reference to prepare for his self-created cultivation manuals in the future.
"It's a good thing that I don't have any more Doom Shrooms, or wouldn't I blow everything up if I throw them out out of habit when I fight the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"
A thought flashed through Jiang He's mind, and he suddenly remembered something …
Why was he not seeing any elites from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?
Logically speaking, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect should have received word the moment he revealed his Mosquito Cutter since the Thousand Swords Daoist was there, shouldn't they?
"How troublesome!"
"The Ten Thousand Swords Sect didn't come … I still have to pay them a visit when I get back!"
Jiang He was a little upset.
These people were not playing by the rules!
They were a sect of sword cultivators. Would an immortal sword not be tempting to them?
He had not even caught the Feral King that he had promised the Superpower Research Department … and he was a little tired after using the Twenty-Three Swords twice.
If he really woke up and caught the Feral King, would the Ten Thousand Swords Sect run away?
"No way, would they?"
"The Ten Thousand Swords Sect wouldn't abandon their thousands of years of foundation just like that, would they?"
"The monk might run, but would the temple run?"
Jiang He yawned and said, "I'm going to sleep for now. I'll go to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect when I wake up …"
As for catching the Feral King?
Jiang He did not want to catch it.
Now that he was stronger, if he used the Physical Beast Taming Technique on top of that, if that Feral Beast didn't listen to him and got angry, he could probably blow the Feral Beast King to death with a single breath.
"Should I find an ancient daemon cultivator and have them give me two Daemon Pellet cultivators?"
"I wonder which daemon cultivator the eight-retribution daemon cultivator I just wounded was from … when I wake up and resolve my grudge with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, I'll ask them for Daemon Pellet cultivators!"
(PS: Big Zhang, monthly votes, recommendation votes.)
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