Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1846: Chapter 1814: Truth or Illusion?

”The strongest Supreme of Divine Buddha Great Thousand World is absent...”

Jiang Ding withdrew a trace of his Divine Soul from the Ten Thousand Laws Celestial Pivot.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t make use of such intelligence.

If he were at the Heavenly Human Peak now, he would dare randomly pick a force and invade, attempting to breach a place, executing all beings who once committed mortal sins against the Human Race.

If he couldn’t win, he would flee; the process would surely be exhilarating.

However, there were indeed benefits; at least now, the probability of Dari Swordsman being slain by Supreme Super Rank had reduced.

Great Sun Heavenly Palace couldn’t guarantee his escape in front of a Supreme.

One could only say there was such a possibility; if you fled early, without a premeditated ambush, then you could escape, but if you lost the first move and were blocked by the Supreme, there was a high probability of being killed.

”Now, we wait for the guests of this Monarch to arrive.”

Jiang Ding glanced towards the distance and muttered to himself.

Time drifts by in serenity.

In the World Community, groups of ants-like black dots roamed back and forth, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, born and then dying, back and forth without any novelty.

No matter how many died, hundreds of years later, the population was thriving again.

The Human Race, as a species, is fragile on an individual level, but the vitality of the population is unbelievably vigorous, life sprouts and grows spontaneously, gradually flourishing, without needing your attention.

This is understandable, even many Righteous Dao Human Race powerhouses often overlook mortals.

Because there are too many.

Because their vitality is too robust.

The monotonous cycle of life and death never changes, every ten years is a generation, investing too much emotion in such ephemeral lives is unfortunate; powerhouses instinctively distance themselves from these mortals, otherwise, repeated sorrow accumulation would leave powerhouses emotionally distressed.

The experts of Xianmen Sect, don’t overlook mortals, but distance and respect them.

Unbeknownst, over two thousand years have passed.

On this day, Dari Swordsman once again cast his gaze upon the Human World.

The Great Yu dynasty, founded in the name of rebellion, after enduring over three thousand years, finally faced its end; most of the national territory was lost, leaving only a corner of Royal City.

”Kill!”

”Come out and meet your death, pretender king!”

”Aside from the false Yu King, others may be spared!”

Countless white bones and blood and flesh formed the Yu King Palace encircled by layers of armies from the Ten Directions, shouts and killing cries shook the heavens.

Red Dragon Qi was strictly adhered to, far surpassing the endless resentment and bloody black-red Dragon Qi of the Great Yu dynasty; the ambush was set for today.

The situation had completely reversed!

Recall over two thousand years, Yu Yong, the Yu King, was unbeatable, whom he attacked submitted, never facing defeat, he dominated the land, chasing King Tu to heaven and earth, cornering everywhere, narrowly escaping death several times, even his wife and children perished, longtime brothers replaced generation after generation.

How majestic was Yu King back then?

Now, he was at his end.

The newly born Great Tu dynasty was established, possessing almost all Medium Thousand World and Minor Thousand World, embraced by numerous citizens, hearts truly gathered, countless people tightly embraced this hope, cherishing all this.

”Your Majesty,”

”Allow me to lead the vanguard to breach the false king’s capital and capture this thief alive for you!”

A sturdy man armored from head to toe knelt before Tu Sanyi, exclaiming excitedly.

”Your Majesty, allow me...”

”Your Majesty, to defeat the pretender king, you need not take action personally...”

One valiant general after another stepped up to request to fight, their battle intent soared to the sky, Evil Qi permeated.

They were undoubtedly the top talents between Domains, having survived countless battlefields and slaughter, adept in governance and nurturing citizens, truly versatile in civil and military affairs, with thoroughly polished foundations; they were at the peak of founding dynasty where talents emerged in abundance.

Amidst countless requests to fight, the Monarch appeared lost in thought.

He did not respond for a long time.

”Your Majesty?”

A woman in phoenix crown spoke softly.

This was the queen of the Great Tu dynasty, Li Family, who greatly aided Tu Sanyi during its founding; the couple were very loving, having three sons and a daughter.

”Oh?”

”Oh, oh!”

Tu Sanyi awakened from his daze, looked below, immediately understood what was transpiring, pondered for a moment, then said: ”Inform Yu Yong, that I and he are fellow townsmen, if he wishes to surrender and offer the legacy, only one would need to die, his family’s offspring could enjoy wealth for a lifetime.”

”Your Majesty! No...”

Upon these words, countless nobles and officials objected vehemently.

Two thousand years of warfare led numerous nobles and ministers to have relatives perish at Yu King’s hands; they wished to consume his flesh and grind his bones, how could they spare his family?

”No need to speak further!”

Tu Sanyi declared solemnly.

”Yes... Your Majesty.”

The noble ministers below were dissatisfied, yet dared not oppose the merits-laden founding Monarch, merely bowing in obeisance.

The procedure was set, and the envoy was about to be dispatched.

Tu Sanyi suddenly froze.

Then fell silent.

The entire assembly of nobles were taken aback.

In the distance, flames soared from Yu King Palace, the crackling sound of burning beams continuously resounded, occasionally collapsing, engulfing the palace, countless people ablaze, crying out miserably.

Many of these screaming people were descendants of the Great Yu dynasty.

Everyone knew the answer.

...

”Ah!”

”Father! Spare me!”

”I don’t want to die...”

”Father, Dad, spare me, I’m still young, still young...”

Amidst the blazing palace, Yu Yong’s expression was indifferent as he drew his sword towards many princes, princesses, and concubines, one sword each, severing heads, cleaving chests and hearts, allowing many successors to fall to the ground, blood flowing toward the flames, then evaporating, burning into ashes.

His daughters, his grandchildren, infants still in swaddles, and the beautiful and dignified concubines all fell.

The ceaseless cries, sobs, pleas for mercy, none caused his hand to tremble even a bit, steady as cast iron.

Ultimately, all sobs were silenced.

Only the crackle of flames and the sound of collapsing beams remained, along with—

The queen of the Great Yu dynasty also rose from obscurity alongside Yu King, experienced countless trials, the Scorpion Queen, Zhou Xiaocui.

This Scorpion Queen, clad in bright red feather garments and phoenix crown, appeared as if on her wedding day, stunningly beautiful.

She sat on the rear seat, silently watching Yu King slaughter his sons and daughters, many grandsons and granddaughters, and all offspring.

She watched quietly, showing no reaction.

”In the end,”

”It was all a dream...”

The Scorpion Queen gazed at the fiery sky, softly sighed.

Yu Yong’s stride halted.

From the start of the slaughter, his gaze had been indifferent, cold, superior, devoid of any emotion of living creatures.

Yet now, deep in his eyes, scenes involuntarily emerged.

From a poor farmer, through repeated battles, nightly companionships, every emotion, to him, this reincarnated avatar, were they illusions and dreams?