Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding left this place.

This battlefield no longer held anything worthy of his attachment. He headed straight toward Gu Lin True Lord, intending to offer her a sincere apology.

An Tuzi, Ji Liuyue, Heavenly Calculator Daoist, and others stood far in the distance, holding their breath, gazing at the dozens of Horned Demon Imperial Clan Princes.

Their bodies were stiff, their faces twisted, as though they were still brimming with life, yet their dilated pupils were devoid of vitality.

At a certain moment.

A shallow bloody trace appeared on the throat of Cangkong Imperial Child, its origin unknown.

This bloody trace expanded in the blink of an eye, spreading around the entire neck.

Then,

With a gurgling sound, the massive head of Cangkong Imperial Child fell from the sky, plummeting into the Dead Silent Star Sea.

This was the beginning.

Following the fall of Cangkong Imperial Child’s head, the heads of dozens of nearby Princes fell likewise. Giants towering hundreds of feet now stood headless, spraying fountains of blood high into the air, creating a spectacular scene.

The Princes had no power to resist as they died in groups, like mere ants.

Among them, Ancient Emperor Cangyan’s Son, who had harnessed the Power of Order thanks to the Army Formation, and the other seven supremely powerful Ancient Emperors’ Sons were no different from the rest.

Indeed, they were more formidable.

But before the Sword-light enveloped by the Six Paths Order, where the world was faintly born and annihilated, they were no different from anyone else.

With a flash of the sword,

Death followed.

Just like that, nothing more.

The entirety of the endless starry sky fell silent, save for the sound of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Princes’ headless bodies spilling blood. Everything else was peaceful, without a single person affected, not even the slightest superficial injury.

”Escape!”

A trembling voice from one of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan soldiers was the first to sound.

”Imperial Princes! Sons of Ancient Emperors! Ancient Princes...”

”Dead, they’re all dead!”

In an instant, countless Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators collapsed!

None retained any will to fight, whether they were kings, generals, officers, or soldiers; at this moment, there was no difference.

Everyone was fleeing, desperately running towards the Minor Thousand World, into the dark, profound starry sky, regardless of where, just wanting to immediately distance themselves from this place, away from that nightmarish figure of a human youth.

The entire Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s army of millions of elite soldiers, having slain their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood in top Domains for countless years, collapsed instantly at this moment, losing all semblance of order, scurrying about like a swarm of ants with no resistance left.

...

In a silent expanse of starry sky.

”Teacher, I am very sorry.”

A green-clothed youth stood before Gu Lin True Lord and bowed deeply.

”Regarding the earlier incident, I nearly lost control, and I owe you thanks for your intervention on my behalf.”

Jiang Ding said, quite embarrassed.

In his heart, however, he was full of regret.

The Xianmen Sect is currently forming an alliance with the Eight Great Immortal Sects, but that didn’t mean their Immortal Sect Disciples couldn’t be killed. Harmonization was right before him, and there was a significant possibility that the eight Great Experts wouldn’t turn against him.

If one lost their sanity and killed, then so be it.

After all, the current relationship between Xianmen Sect and the Eight Great Immortal Sects had already cooled to a freezing point, held together solely by mutual interests; any further decline would not make much of a difference.

The only thing causing Jiang Ding a twinge of guilt was that it was the first time he had harbored killing intent towards Xianmen Sect Citizens who had not committed capital offenses. His lack of self-control made him immensely ashamed.

The bloodthirst inherent to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion can be overcome, so long as one is strong enough.

”It’s okay, I also get very emotional sometimes and can’t control myself.”

”Jiang Ding, I’m glad you’re safe.”

Gu Lin True Lord held no grievances, nor was he timid like the Immortal Sect Disciples, repeatedly admonishing: ”Xianmen Sect is a power that values order and principles. This political reputation has benefited us greatly in the past, and even adversaries must acknowledge this fact about us.”

”Such political reputation is a precious treasure of the Xianmen Sect; do not destroy it.”

Clearly, Gu Lin True Lord had his firm own views and did not approve of the Dari Swordsman’s actions.

”Yes, you are right.”

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

Afar, Qingmu, Ji Liuyue, An Tuzi, Heavenly Calculator Daoist, and others watched him warily, yet did not flee. Because this place was a land of death, an arena of bloody combat, where fleeing elsewhere would not be as safe as staying by Gu Lin True Lord’s side.

”An Fellow Daoist, Ji Fellow Daoist, Tianji Fellow Daoist...”

Jiang Ding did not ignore the Immortal Sect Disciples but greeted each one warmly: ”It’s been a long time since we’ve met. You all still carry your grace, yet it’s a pity that the Power of Order has not been born within you.”

”I have read records that suggest Immortal Sect Disciples could potentially birth the Power of Order at the Nascent Soul Peak Stage, and they do not require combat. It’s not to be underestimated.”

”Why haven’t you broken through?”

His words were not mockery, but genuine curiosity and regret.

At this moment, Jiang Ding vaguely understood why Xi Yuan always miserably said he was living a life full of hardship.

Indeed, it appeared to be so.

Without powerful enemies, Sword Cultivators cannot grow.

The Immortal Daoist seems to have reached a bottleneck in strength.

”Hmph!”

”Jiang Dingzi, don’t be so smug!”

Ji Liuyue’s face flushed slightly as she snorted softly: ”Magic Cultivation cannot progress through combat, so indeed there are many limitations at the Nascent Soul Stage, but it’s not necessarily the same at the God-Transformation Phase!”

”You should know, in the Endless Starry Sky, those who ultimately ascend to immortality and dominate an era, are mostly Magic Cultivators!”

The other Daoist disciples also wore faces of agreement without discrepancy.

”Really?”

”That’s wonderful.”

Jiang Ding nodded with a smile: ”Within the Domain, there are numerous heroes as well. According to the records of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, some Magic Cultivators, upon entering the Nascent Soul Stage, naturally Enlighten the Dao, comprehending the ultimate principles of the universe, birthing Order in the world, and they do not require any battle experience at all, just observing nature. It is truly admirable.”

This refers to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s records about the Upper Realm.

”Indeed, Magic Cultivation emphasizes accumulating knowledge before achieving sudden breakthroughs. My fellow Daoists, do not let me down once more.”

Jiang Ding looked intently at several fellow Daoists.

In the distance, the bodies of several tens of Horned Demon Imperial Clan Princes fell, the Indestructible Chaos Space shattered, and some things that contained traces of the essence of space twinkled as they flew towards the Taiqing Flying Sword, merging into it, enhancing the foundation of the Sword Realm embryo, reducing future barriers to advancing into Refining Nothingness and the birth of rules.

This is why the Taiqing Flying Sword favored strong opponents like Daoist disciples and Imperial Clan Princes.

”Wan Sheng! (Victory!)”

”Wan Sheng! (Victory!)”

”...”

As the Daoist disciples chatted, the fleets of the Xianmen Sect and the Army Formation of the Eight Great Immortal Sects surged out, charging in all directions with morale soaring. They asserted invincibility as they quickly purged and executed the fast-escaping Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators, staining this Starry Sky with blood.

Many Cultivators occasionally looked towards the center of many Daoist disciples, at the green-clothed youth with a Longsword at his waist, eyes filled with fervent admiration.

This is the invincible Sword Cultivator of the Human Race!

No matter which faction he belongs to, in the future, once he has fully grown, he will surely spread the survival space and glory of the Human Race throughout the endlessly vast Domain!