Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The reserve Taoist disciple Li Han from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace plummeted from the sky.

Every Foundation-building cultivator of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace who witnessed this scene felt their Dao Hearts violently shaken, filled with bone-chilling fear, completely devoid of any will to fight, hastened their retreat from the battlefield, utterly disregarding the life and death of those around them as well as their own.

The battlefield gradually fell silent.

Hum! Humming!

The Taiqing Flying Sword trembled with excitement, recklessly casting its Destruction Sword Light, its bluegold blade as splendid as the shining sun.

Even a Qi Practitioner could clearly feel its joy.

And a sudden increase in some Divine Soul pressure.

”Sword Intent, Minor Achievement, it has made quite a leap.”

”Even greater than the progress I’ve made in the past twenty-odd years within the Fog Spirit Pearl!”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to sense it for a moment, and upon opening them, immediately felt a twinge in his teeth.

No wonder the swordsmen of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, from the Dari Swordsmen down to the lower ranks, were all so battle-hungry and crazed.

They often waged wars against the Eight Great Immortal Sects without any reason, sparing neither the high-ranking officials nor the minor disciples, seizing every opportunity to cut them down with their swords.

The more powerful they were, the higher their status, the more excited they became when killing, without the slightest hint of indifference of the superior cultivators sitting high above, watching their disciples fight to the death as though watching ants, in a tacit understanding of eternal sight.

For more than three hundred thousand years, they had been collectively despised by the Eight Great Immortal Sects, who wished for nothing more than to kill them immediately.

”Great Sun Swordsmanship, not much different from Diabolism.”

”Don’t learn from them.”

Jiang Ding made a conclusion.

He reached out and beckoned, and from among the fragments of the body of Immortal Li Han, a beautiful jade ring flew up, along with thirteen beautiful Ice Snow Lotuses.

”This item is very valuable.”

His gaze lingered on the thirteen Ice Snow Lotuses for a moment.

Unfamiliar to him, but definitely a Magic Tool Embryo made from Divinity Transformation tier materials, which has undergone countless refining processes to allow Foundation-building cultivators to use it, a Life Treasure that a reserve Taoist disciple could keep for a long and lonely life.

Only it was severely damaged.

Many of the petals of the Ice Snow Lotuses were covered with dense cracks, as if they would shatter at a mere touch, and the Life Treasure embryo was no longer usable by others.

”Recycle it, refine some ice-related Divinity Transformation tier materials; in exchange, we’ll have the materials for Dyson’s Sunglasses Sword-shape Drones, and this new batch of sword-shaped drones won’t be limited for use just by those in the Golden Pellet Realm, even after advancing to Nascent Soul and refining them for a period of time, they will still be usable.”

”For reserve Taoist disciples, this is the most valuable.”

Jiang Ding sighed.

Just like himself, these years, despite fighting in a foreign realm, occupying a position in the Demon Country, 99.99% of his wealth was still invested in the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Boom!

The deep blue Sword Intent surged into the jade ring, the icy fog-like prohibitions, and ice and snow melted away, falling apart. Without its master, the power of the prohibitions decreased greatly, easily breached.

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, as expected, most of the contents within were third-grade Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, and Treasures, worth about one billion Lower-grade Spirit Stones, and these were just items carried on one’s person, not equal to the entire wealth of this reserve Taoist disciple.

”Spirit Fusion Forbidden Treasure.”

Jiang Ding searched through them with his Divine Sense for a moment, finding a pitch-black spike-shaped Treasure, sealed within layer upon layer in a jade box. Merely a glance gave a sense of the soul congealing, thoughts freezing, and he quickly closed it.

”Something that can delay nuclear fission, the crystallization of thousands of years of immortal-path technology of Xuanwu tiangong.”

”Hopefully, it’s only confined to the third tier; otherwise, Xianmen Sect will have trouble.”

Jiang Ding’s expression grew grave.

The current strategic situation of Xianmen Sect relies heavily on the deterrence of Forbidden Nuclear Weapons. Once the enemy finds a countermeasure, the favorable situation secured through countless sacrifices by the ancestors could collapse in an instant.

Of course, this possibility is very slim.

The technological advancements in the Immortal Path sciences of the Xianmen Sect outpaced the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, and the Central Array Spirit Computer played a huge role in this aspect, achieving the status of Domain Overlord in just over ten thousand years.

The forbidden nuclear weapons also were not as they had been thousands of years ago, having gone through countless iterations. No one knew exactly how many times they had been updated, and they were no longer things that could simply be described by nuclear fission and fusion alone.

Secure this important war trophy.

Jiang Ding looked around; the majority of the battlefield had quieted down. Within a hundred miles, the land had been plowed over time and again, mixed with the blood of numerous Foundation-building cultivators, and most of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators had failed to escape.

”Report!”

”Your Excellency, the Commander-in-chief, the cleanup of the battlefield is complete.”

Jin Lingfeng reported.

”Continue the attack.”

”Yes!”

The breadth of the battlefield stretched a hundred kilometers as the Iron Tide advanced.

It advanced in the direction of the West Desert Star Boundary Formation!

A mere distance of over three hundred kilometers was no obstacle at all for this extraordinary tank army. At most, it would take an hour to advance to within seventy kilometers of the tank gun’s shooting range.

Jiang Ding himself, however, concealed his form and flew in the direction of the West Desert Star Boundary Formation. There, too, was the stationed army of over a million from the Xianmen Sect, a regular force that could be trusted.

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West Desert, Star Boundary Formation.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

The sound of explosions was relentless, both the thunderous firing of hundreds of thousands of tank guns and the impact of Magic Glyphs on the protective shield of the Star Boundary Formation, causing the waves of the formation to fluctuate.

The war situation here was vastly different from the war models they had experienced before.

More than five thousand Foundation-building cultivators from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace had gathered!

This was a fearsome scale, no longer fearing the bombardment of hundreds of thousands of cannons.

Even as the cannon barrage continued, they could use Treasure to shatter the Armor-piercing Shell Group. Even a group of hundreds of thousands of Armor Piercing Bullets was not considered a threat.

If they were encountered in the wild, they could annihilate an army of a million from the Xianmen Sect in just a few breaths, leaving none behind.

The defending troops could only rely on the Star Boundary Formation!

The stars in the sky flickered. Three hundred and sixty-five stars formed the Zhou Tian pattern, even visible in broad daylight, not only casting beams of starlight but forming an impregnable, solid shield.

Now and then a large star would fall, which was a fearsome attack capable of the Middle Jindan Stage, putting great pressure on the Foundation-building cultivators of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace scattered about the field.

The reason it was pressure, rather than casualties, was of course because all the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation-building cultivators had formed into battle formations!

Thirty-six True Disciples each commanded thirty-six Foundation-building cultivators.

Ice Flower Battle Formation, Virtual Spirit Battle Formation, Demon Refining Battle Formation, and so on. The inheritance of the seventy-two halls of the Xuanwu was both complete and rich, with disciples who had all been tempered through blood and fire, skillfully applying the formations.

The remaining three thousand seven hundred or so Foundation-building disciples were not idle either. Without the leadership of True Disciples, they could only center around Formation instruments with groups of three hundred and sixty, forming their own three-tier Daoist Soldier Formations.

Their aura was a notch below that of the True Disciples’ battle formations, but it was clearly of the third tier as well.

”Thirty-six plus ten... Forty-six Jindan combat powers!”

”Hiss...”

”This power is enough to obliterate the region of the Three Kingdoms, where the Qiyu Sect is located, eighteen times over. Where did the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace get so many Foundation-building cultivators from!”

A hundred miles away,

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and completely abandoned the thought of sneaking in and decapitating the enemy.