A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

A ghost, active in the sky above the Golden Sea.

He wandered around but did nothing. He never went deep into the center of the Golden Sea to offend the strong men there. No matter whether there were Hedao monks or even more terrifying celestial beings among them, he was not curious at all.

He just wandered around, imprinting the souls of one monk after another and reading their memories.

And so, he wandered for decades.

“Hey,”

"The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm and the Great Sun Long Sword have broken through the Immortal Weapon Sect's Yunze Territory and achieved a great victory..."

When Jiang Ding was reading the memory of a Divine Transformation cultivator from the Immortal Weapon Sect, he was stunned for a moment: "What the hell? Does this thing have the same name?"

He searched for relevant information in the memory of this Divine Transformation monk, and compared it with the large number of monk databases he had collected before, extracting a lot of scattered information.

"It should be a duplicate name."

Jiang Ding judged.

"The Great Sun Sword Capital, the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, the unique Taoist soldiers of the Yanyang World Community, number one hundred and eighty thousand people, one hundred and eighty thousand sword cultivators of the Divine Transformation Stage, with a sword formation of billions of swords all out at the same time, their combat power is extremely terrifying, and there are few rivals below the Heavenly Man..."

"As expected of an Immortal Sect, what a grand gesture."

"I want to beat them all to death."

Another target was added to Jiang Ding’s list.

All non-immortal sword cultivators have a passive skill in him.

That is, as long as one is strong enough, he can be beaten to death, regardless of his background, origin, or whether he has committed a crime or not. This shows the love and special treatment for sword cultivators, and it grants them a different kind of glory.

"Next."

Jiang Ding no longer paid attention to a cultivator from the Immortal Weapon Sect who was at the divine level not far away.

This is the 879,891st monk whose memory he has copied over the past few decades, and also the last one. He will no longer be needed in the future.

The large model of memory data has taken shape.

The memories of 870,000 cultivators below the level of Void Refinement!

Even though their cultivation was not enough, with so many memories gathered together, the entire Golden Sea had no secrets at all for Jiang Ding. He knew everything in his mind and possessed a certain degree of omniscience and omnipotence.

This is the ruler of the world community, a ruler who was born into hiding and assassination, and is an expert at reconnaissance.

"I want to find someone who is at the Refining Void Realm and has the need to go out to the Golden Sea. He should also have a higher status so that he won't be stopped..."

Jiang Ding’s spiritual consciousness inputs his needs into this large soul memory model.

This method is actually similar to the calculation and deduction of the central array spirit computer. It deduces a suitable plan based on the memories of 870,000 monks.

The source of computing power supporting this large soul memory model is Jiang Ding’s own materialistic sun sword soul.

The major is still suitable, after all, it is a sword soul born from the immortal gate.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and deduced quietly, and it took him more than ten years to complete the deduction of this thread.

This was mainly due to the fact that he was a powerful celestial being. This unknown factor greatly affected his calculations, and he had to avoid many things at all times, going around in circles and delaying his efficiency.

Otherwise, if it were just a group of Lianxu Hedao cultivators, Jiang Ding would be able to complete the deduction in three seconds.

"It's done."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, and countless data and information slowly disappeared from his pupils.

…

A few years later, Jiang Ding came to a mortal country called Qiuguo.

This is a country with hundreds of millions of people. Although it is still a feudal society, the environment in the upper realm is so superior that even this inefficient organizational system can give birth to a country with hundreds of millions of people, and cities with hundreds of thousands or millions of people are not uncommon. Almost all mortal warriors can be used as excavators.

Jiang Ding came to the palace and ignored all the emperor's concubines and princes. His eyes fell on a weak palace maid who was whipped, her back was bloody and her pale bones were exposed.

This palace maid was the daughter of a minister of an enemy country. Her country was destroyed by the enemy country, and she was taken into the enemy country's palace as a trophy and used as a slave.

Now, it seems that some mistakes have been made, or there may be some struggles among the slaves.

These struggles are naturally very serious, involving personal life and death, and are not insignificant. Jiang Ding does not underestimate them, but he will not care either.

The reason why he came here was because this palace maid was the first symbol deduced from the soul memory model.

According to the original destiny, this palace maid would die in this whipping. She tried to seduce the Thirteenth Prince and change her own destiny, but undoubtedly, she had failed.

However, fate is not predetermined and has many possibilities.

"well,"

"I really don't want to interfere with any cause and effect..."

Jiang Ding whispered.

He was doing a good job as an observer of the world and didn't want to change at all, not even the tiniest bit. He just wanted to observe silently, wait for his strength to get stronger, and then find the disciples of the immortal sects and the legitimate sons of the immortal-like tribes and beat them to death. All these fancy things were not his wish.

However, there are always many helplessness in the world.

At this juncture of cause and effect, Jiang Ding gave a gentle push.

It wasn't a big deal, just slightly changing the breeze passing by his ear, making it deflect slightly at an angle.

This is a very normal and insignificant thing.

There are endless breezes in the world. If one of them changes a little, what’s the big deal?

Even if you are a strong person among the gods, you can't rely on this breeze to locate anything, because there are too many variables that can change this breeze.

This breeze slightly deviated at an angle, and then after forty-seven breaths, it changed direction tens of thousands of times, and finally caused a strong wind. This strong wind blew through the palace and slightly changed the direction of some of the palace's spiritual energy.

More spiritual particles fell on the palace maid, who was almost dead and was thrown in the corner like a dead dog.

These are much more, but are actually very tiny, there are only seven or eight spiritual energy particles, which are too tiny. A Qigong practitioner can have hundreds or even thousands of spiritual energy particles in one breath.

To this extent, even a mortal breathing can trigger it.

But it was these seven or eight spiritual particles that changed the fate of this palace maid, the distance between life and death.

She was extremely outstanding, beautiful and intelligent, with excellent talent in politics, far exceeding her aptitude for asceticism. Her plan was almost successful, but she just lacked some luck, so she died.

This time, her luck came.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly, stopped doing anything, and waited quietly.

Decades are but a moment.

When Jiang Ding opened his eyes, the palace maid had become the mistress of the harem and was actually in charge of the government of the enemy country. She had now begun planning to become emperor. In the immortal world, it was much easier for a woman to become emperor than in ancient Blue Star.

Under the influence of such fate, a mountain boy got an opportunity, the mountain boy changed the fate of a carp, the carp changed the fate of a fisherman... and so on, after millions of jumps, spanning a long space, finally, real nodes began to appear.

Hundreds of years later, a monk named Ji Guan walked towards a mountain that towered into the clouds.

This is the place of meditation for Ji Shan Zhenzun, a cultivator from the Jinshi Gui Sect, a subordinate sect of the Xianqi Sect. He is inconspicuous among the Lianxu cultivators, but has a high status because he is the illegitimate son of a Hedao Divine Lord from the Xianqi Sect.

Although the romantic Hedao God may not still remember his son, others dare not be careless.

Under the influence of Ji Guan, fate jumped several times.

Finally, Jishan Zhenzun decided to go out to the Golden Sea.