Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In the midst of the star sea.

The starlight was dim.

Hundreds of thousands of Air-Space Warplanes, Air-Space Battleships, Air-Space Motherships, as well as the Floating city at the core of layer upon layer of Formation Method, chaotic Array Patterns densely scattered, unfolded a Star sea military array that stretched tens of thousands of kilometers.

At this moment, the power of this military array suddenly increased several times.

Countless beams of Spirit Element light blasted forth, annihilating a swath of the star sea, numerous palaces and tower ships of ancient charm, and Flying Boats collapsed, destroyed, retreating one after another, barely maintaining the grand array.

Huff huff...

A colossal heavenly palm, hundreds of kilometers in size, covered in densely packed Gold light runes, Indestructible Vajra, its palm lines clearly visible, parted the clouds, effortlessly breaking through the Domain barriers.

Surrounded by infinite flames, it pressed down toward the earth.

Crack!

The next moment, the gigantic palm was shattered by a beam of Spirit Element light over a hundred kilometers wide, leaving only a severed limb that quickly retracted, from which a faint scream could almost be heard.

”Senior Mieri is mighty!”

”It’s still the old seniors who make a difference, one surpassing two!”

Cheers rang out from the Air-Space Group army, and the atmosphere was not bleak. Aside from executing military orders, the sense of rank among them was not strict.

”Haha!”

”Damn Golden Light Heavenly Monarch, thinking of attacking our Dari Swordsman, is that even possible?”

A blond young man stood on an Air-Space Mothership covered in patches, hands on hips, laughing wildly.

He deliberately projected his heroic figure thousands of miles away, causing another explosion of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi chaos.

”That’s right! Is our Dari Swordsman someone that old mongrel Golden Light Heavenly Monarch can touch?”

”If he dares to make a move again, even at the risk of shattering the mothership, we’ll strike him dead!”

A Nascent Soul let out a cold hum, then eagerly glanced at his own merit rankings, calculating how much he needed to reach the opportunity for Divinity Transformation.

”It has to be our Dari Swordsman who takes action.”

An old, wrinkled, orange-peel-faced cultivator at the Peak of Golden Pill relived the scene where Xuanwu Substitute Daoist Xia Houding’s chest was pierced and he turned to ash, contentedly reporting.

”Damn kid, I’m almost out of life, and there you are, hopping around below. Hop your mom’s hop.”

”Do you even know how annoying you are?”

”Now, did that feel good, huh? Satisfied now?”

”In at most a hundred years, our Dari Swordsman will reach Golden Pill, right?”

Another Nascent Soul suddenly remembered something and eagerly asked.

Those at the stage of Golden Pill and below are critical components of the ground landing troops, especially Golden Pills, which directly determine the success or failure of the ground forces.

”I heard there was a realm, called the Geomagnetic Realm, and just by the name, it seems destined for our Dari Swordsman...”

He spoke with some excitement.

”That’s correct, but it seems there is an issue, his Foundation Establishment is somewhat special.”

A Nascent Soul Monk pondered for a moment: ”My clone had a chat with Zhang Junsheng at Xianmen Science Institute thirteen years ago, he has been working on Grest Sun Foundation Establishment recently, and also something called the Dyson Sun Mirror Sword Domain, with quite a few problems.”

”Quite a few problems?!!”

The voices of many Nascent Soul Monks immediately rang louder.

”What is Zhang Junsheng messing up? Can’t even handle such a small matter, no wonder from elementary to university, he’s never secured the top exam placement.”

”An absolute disgrace.”

A Nascent Soul Monk said angrily: ”Forget it, that second-rate is just like that. I’ll go handle the Magic calculation issues for him tomorrow.”

”If he dares to delay our Dari Swordsman’s Foundation Establishment, I’ll capture him every ten years and give him a thrashing.”

”Zhang Junsheng is no good in Spirit Element studies either, forget it, I’ll have some free time after a while...”

Another Nascent Soul frowned.

”There’s also Artifact Refining...”

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”This kid’s knowledge on formation methods is embarrassingly lacking. Let me arrange my schedule to find some time...”

The Nascent Soul monks chattered away, and for a moment, their resentment towards Zhang Junsheng reached the sky.

...

As the teleportation formation’s light flashed, the figure of a young man in azure clothes appeared at the center of the Northern Sea Star Boundary Formation.

Divine Sense swept across the surroundings.

”Northern Sea... It should rather be called the North Pole.”

Jiang Ding sighed.

Glancing around, thick ice enveloped everything; the world was a vast expanse of whiteness, with even the formation’s interior holding temperatures around -10 degrees Celsius.

”Salute!”

”Greetings, Commanding Officer!”

Below Xue Xi, the Commanding Officer of the Northern Sea Star Boundary Formation’s resident Group Army, the military officers of every army and division were present, both chief and deputy positions, over a hundred people, all saluting crisply and gazing fervently ahead.

”Greetings to all, please return to your posts.”

Jiang Ding returned the salute.

There were quite a few people, and he didn’t recognize any of them.

He felt somewhat uneasy and instinctively wanted to bring about change.

”Yes, sir!”

Aside from Xue Xi, the military personnel of various ranks dispersed in order.

”Tell me about the situation here.”

Jiang Ding concealed his form and flew towards the outside of the formation.

The remnants of a presence lingered faintly in the sky and earth, clearly the magical aura of Xuanwu tiangong, presumably having left not too long ago.

”Yes, Commanding Officer!”

Xue Xi did not follow as her personal strength was at the peak of Foundation Building, and she was also one of the powerhouses at this level, but going along would only be a hindrance.

She composed her thoughts momentarily.

”The enemy is led by two individuals. One is a Xuanwu Substitute Daoist named Xiang Jia, whose Magic Tool Embryo is a turtle-shaped double-sided shield.”

”The other, named Maitreya with the Belief in Incense, has left his domain in the East Sea, thus weakening his power but still much stronger than the Substitute Daoist.”

”In addition, there are thirty-six True Disciples and fifteen Taoist Soldier Troops with the strength of Golden Pill monks, each troop comprising three hundred and sixty Foundation-building soldiers.”

”Again with the True Disciples, where do they keep getting so many of them?” Jiang Ding asked curiously.

”Commanding Officer, it’s not like that. On the battlefield, ’True Disciple’ refers to their strength, not their status,” Xue Xi clarified. ”Anyone with partial Golden Pill combat power, or who can control their troops to form Golden Pill combat power, is considered by us to be True Disciples.”

”They come from various sources, including Xuanwu tiangong and the smaller worlds under its rule. Some have poor talent and have climbed up through age... but they all possess corresponding strengths.”

”I see,” Jiang Ding nodded understandingly.

After flying for about ten minutes, a fleet of flying boats and roofed boats came into view, with streams of aura emerging. There were well over six thousand Foundation Building level presences.

”Xuanwu tiangong has so many Foundation-building cultivators,” Jiang Ding said to himself in astonishment, growing even more cautious.

Despite having killed many Foundation-building cultivators, in the eyes of the high-level cultivators of Xuanwu tiangong, this might not mean much.

As long as the heritage and seeds are preserved, and the sect does not deplete the resources of smaller sects and lower disciples in one fell swoop, after fifty or sixty years, a new wave of Foundation-building cultivators would emerge, perhaps even more efficient than the last batch.

Those who survive the bloodbath are monks with both luck and strength.

The widespread death among their contemporaries reduces competition, which paradoxically benefits their own Foundation Establishment.

In the end, the overall strength of Xuanwu tiangong will not change and may even become stronger through repeated culling.