A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 1350 Returning to Hometown
After the walk, the shocked duo slowly walked towards home.

Along the way, neighbors passed by from time to time, but I didn't recognize most of them at all, and they didn't look any like the neighbors from five thousand years ago.

"Everyone has left..."

Lin Wanqiu sighed softly.

She thought of many past events, many interesting neighbors, many close friends, many good friends, and many annoying colleagues, all of which are now completely buried in time and can never be seen again.

Came downstairs to the community.

“This broken house hasn’t collapsed yet?”

"It's been five thousand years!"

Jiang Yuanze complained, somewhat amazed.

In fact, not only did it not collapse, but it still remains the same as it was before, with every color and luster. Even thousands of years ago, a piece of wall fell off here, and now it is this piece of wall that has fallen off, no more, no less, and exactly the same as the original one.

Time has no effect here at all.

Jiang Ding smiled but said nothing.

This is the indestructible power of the fourth realm of swordsmanship, and it became even more terrifying after he was promoted to the God Transformation Realm.

It can be clearly said that even after dozens of Divine Transformation monks cast spells and bombarded it for a month, the Fulin Home community would not change at all. It would collapse and recover in the blink of an eye. Even a child's graffiti from thousands of years ago would not change. The lines and textures would still be clear.

The three of them followed him upstairs. On the stairs, Lin Wanqiu greeted the neighbors warmly, which made the neighbors confused and they smiled awkwardly while maintaining courtesy.

squeak~
The door of the house, which had been sealed for nearly five thousand years, opened again.

Then, a large cloud of black dust blew towards us!

It was like being in a coal mine. There was dust everywhere, forming an almost liquid flow. It made people wonder if the entire house was filled with dust, so much so that dust would pour out as soon as the door was opened.

"Cough cough..."

Lin Wanqiu and the other person were caught off guard and were immediately choked.

"This one……"

Jiang Ding was a little embarrassed: "After you fell asleep, I forgot about this place. It seems like I haven't been back for three or four thousand years. You know, it's too lonely to be alone at home. I'm not used to it."

"Brother, don't you set up a cleaning formation?"

Jiang Yuan asked curiously.

"No."

"It didn't exist when you were here, and you can't add to it later and ruin its original appearance. There was one originally, but I later tore it down."

Jiang Ding said decisively.

Keng!
The Taiqing Flying Sword is notorious between realms and is the nightmare of countless Jinhua cultivators and Lianxu cultivators. It was the treasure of the Lianxu space that once destroyed many princes, ancient princes, and the elite army of the entire race of the Horned Demon Emperor!

She unsheathed!

The sword's light is brilliant, the sword's power is overwhelming, suppressing the enemies in all directions of the universe!

then……

"Taiqing, come alive!"

Jiang Ding greeted.

The Taiqing flying sword froze.

"Hi!"

"My little blue and gold tree, do you still remember me? The meals you cooked before were delicious."

Jiang Yuan waved.

Keng!
The Taiqing Flying Sword greeted with a clear and pleasant sword sound, and then went back to work.

She created a small whirlwind equivalent to a first-level Qi training cultivator's spell, and moved around the room busily, picking up a broom and a dustpan and starting to clean the entire room.

"Let's get to work, too."

Lin Wanqiu rolled up his sleeves and said excitedly.

There were spare brooms, dustpans and rags at home, and they were even still placed in the old place where Lin Wanqiu usually liked to put them. She found them casually and distributed them to Jiang Ding and Jiang Yuan one by one.

"This is really good quality...it hasn't weathered at all in five thousand years."

Jiang Yuan pinched the broom and exclaimed: "Brother, did you do this?"

"Of course."

Jiang Ding said casually.

He picked up the broom and used the Taiqing Flying Sword to sweep out a lot of dust and garbage, then made temporary garbage bags and put the dust in them. The garbage bags were made of dust, and a God-transforming Heavenly Monarch could do this easily. This garbage bag was even a top-grade magic weapon that had the function of collecting all things and living things, including fleas, cockroaches and the like.

Jiang Ding's hands glowed with spiritual light, and he refined one garbage bag after another and handed them to Jiang Yuan.

"Ah? You?"

Jiang Yuan was speechless.

What's the difference between taking off your pants and farting?
"A sense of ritual, a sense of ritual."

"You do not understand."

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes and said, "This Heavenly Monarch has not done this kind of rough work for thousands of years. I am not like you, a minor foundation-building cultivator, who is a little uncomfortable for a while."

"Ha~"

The whole family worked hard for several hours to finish cleaning the house, and the house became clean again.

Everything returned to the way it was before.

It was just like one afternoon nearly five thousand years ago when Jiang Ding returned home after high school. Everything was exactly the same, without any change.

The sofa, TV, coffee table, dishes and chopsticks... nothing has changed.

"Whoo~"

Jiang Ding and Jiang Yuan lay down on the sofa as if they were familiar with it, took a long breath and didn't want to move anymore.

Lin Wanqiu was in the kitchen, thinking about what to eat tonight.

"elder brother,"

"The TV does not work."

Jiang Yuan fiddled with the TV for a while and turned back.

A light flickered on the TV, then went out.

"..."

"broken?!"

Jiang Ding felt like he was slapped in the face.

Clearly under the cover of the Immortal Sword Intent, everything should be fine, and there shouldn't be any damage.

Jiang Ding took a quick look with his spiritual sense and quickly discovered the problem.

"What the hell!"

"The Immortal Sword Intent can't even provide quality assurance for electronic components. There are several short circuits inside. Wait a minute, I'll fix it..."

Jiang Ding took out a piece of fourth-level spiritual gold with thunder attribute, melted it, and then welded the short-circuit points of the electronic components of the TV series through space transmission, with electric light flickering.

"Okay, it should be fine."

"let me try."

Jiang Yuan opened this antique with a history of more than 5,000 years. There was a flicker of light inside and a picture appeared. It was an animation of the fairy Xiaoqing, but the characters were a little distorted and hazy, and some places even had something like mosaics.

Jiang Yuan turned around.

"There may be some problem with the signal transfer."

Jiang Ding immediately said, "Citizens nowadays like to watch immersive holographic projections, and don't like these old-fashioned flat-screen TVs. There are almost no more of them, and TV stations and film companies no longer record such programs. So when they are shown on our TV, the picture is a little distorted."

“Are they all holographic projections?”

Jiang Yuan was a little dazed.

I seem to be behind the times for a long time.

However, she immediately became excited again.

After five thousand years, how many novels, movies, and games have been developed? This time, you must read them all and never have to catch up again!

“A special adapter is required.”

"Wait a minute, I'll ask the Sun-Destroying Lord's clone to get one. Old people like them like this kind of TV, and they specially developed and produced this special component."

Jiang Ding was distracted for a moment, then returned to normal.

He reached deep into the space and pulled out a black box.

He placed the black box next to the TV and fiddled with it for a while. The TV screen instantly returned to normal and a cartoon was playing, a children's cartoon about a sword-fairy girl.

(End of this chapter)