Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor has vanished.

Gone.

Escaped!

He’s fled!

He actually dares to flee!!!

”No!!”

The surviving two billion Human Race Sword Cultivators felt a suffocation in their chests, nearly spitting out hot blood.

”Wretch!”

”You unworthy son! You falsely claim the title of Ancient Emperor! Ten Thousand Laws, you are unworthy as the lord of the world!”

The Great Sun Bright Light Sword Emperor roared angrily: ”What are you afraid of?”

”Huh?”

”Do you think living by escaping is possible? Why not die here gloriously with us?!!”

”Beast!”

”Beast, indeed!”

No one could understand the feeling of suffocation in his heart.

In the previous moment, he sensed he was about to die, about to have his Divine Soul obliterated, being one of the primary Sword Cultivators enduring the last strike of the Ancient Emperor, the likelihood of death was extremely high.

However!

At that very moment, he saw the path leading unmistakably to an Immortal Body culmination, even glimpsing a thread leading to the road of Extreme Immortal Body, comparable to the paths of certain emperors!

The dream seemed both ethereal and within reach, as if just a stretch away.

Yet in an instant, it vanished.

This feeling could drive one mad with hatred!

”Coward!”

”Ten Thousand Laws, Ten Thousand Laws, petty man! Petty man!”

The Seven Kill Sword Emperor, the Great Sun Yang Mang Sword Emperor, and the remaining two billion Sword Cultivators each cursed vehemently, targeting from thirty-eight generations of ancestors down to the three-year-old children.

Each went mad, lacking the elegant demeanor of Sword Cultivators, all of them breaking down, unable to understand such actions by the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor.

After all, it’s only death. What are you afraid of?

Moreover, your lifespan is nearing its end. What are you afraid of?

A pure wretch hurting others without benefiting oneself!

...

Supreme Great Sun Celestial Pivot.

The Supreme Great Sun Ancient Emperor quietly watched the scene on the battlefield, not obstructing the escape of the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor.

Escaping is an important part of a Sword Cultivator’s Holy Sword Fight.

Obstructing would violate his principles.

And indeed, the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor had not truly escaped, fleeing towards the edge of the cosmic wilderness, possibly in the direction of the Dark Forbidden Zone, seeking assistance from the Emperors, looking for a billion-to-one chance of survival.

This is a dead end.

This is delivering yourself as food; the hungry, dormant Emperors will not let go of this delivered treat.

Moreover, although the Supreme Great Sun Ancient Emperor disdains to act against such defeated weaklings, he will not allow actions that aid the enemy; perhaps the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor has been casually eliminated by a stray Sword-light before even approaching the Dark Emperors.

The body of the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor was wrecked, face ashen, blood flowing from his body, scars intertwining, even his Imperial Treasure, the Ten Thousand Laws Divine Furnace, was in ruins, leaving only the cover and a remaining ring of furnace walls.

He seemed to have a clear goal, silently flying through the Cosmic Starry Sky, flying continuously.

Decades later, this goal gradually became apparent.

”Oh?”

Jiang Ding’s eyes slightly moved.

The target of the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor was barely concealed, clearly one of the Great Thousand Worlds in the Beidou Star Domain.

This Great Thousand World did not have much special in terms of resources and character.

The only special point, just one.

—Here lies the ancestral shrine of the Ten Thousand Laws Royal Family, the place of ancestor worship, and the gathering of the greatest number of descendants of the Ten Thousand Laws Royal Family.

Everything was clear.

”Alas.”

”Fellow Daoist, are you so attached to kinsfolk?”

Jiang Ding sighed lightly.

His words carried a sense of pity, the feeling of shared sorrow after an animal dies.

He couldn’t help but empathize.

If one day, the Supreme Great Sun Ancient Emperor falls in battle and dies, will he face his mother’s and hometown’s direction to die too?

Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly.

...

Beidou Star Domain, Tong Guangrand Thousand World.

The Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor arrived here but did not immediately enter; he first tidied his attire.

His Immortal Body was wrecked, scars intertwining, leaving only his head and scant blood and flesh, appearing terrifyingly gruesome, possibly frightening the small children at home.

The Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor absorbed some Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi on the spot, allowing the blood and flesh on his body to start growing, scars disappearing, covering his frame with a white garment.

Soon, a youth with a face full of vicissitudes appeared, just as he was in the past.

In his hand, he carried a broken furnace, with only the lid and a ring of furnace walls.

Stepping into the Tong Guanggrand Thousand World, he arrived at the ancestral shrine of the Wei Zi Family of the Ten Thousand Laws Royal Family.

”Ancestors!”

”Greeting the ancestors...”

One by one, the strong cultivators of the Wei Zi Family knelt and cried, numbering in the hundreds, all Supreme, the strongest being an Eight Tribulation Venerable.

Tears like jade beads fell to the ground, shattered.

These Supremes survived for at least several hundred thousand years, yet at this moment they cried like three-year-old children, for they foresaw a warm presence, akin to a father, about to depart far away, completely far away, never to return, never to be seen again.

Henceforth, the Wei Zi Family will no longer enjoy the emperor’s glorious protection.

”Children, do not cry.”

”I was already dead; this time it’s just completely dead. Having lived so long, it’s worth it. Do not be sad.”

The Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor softly consoled.

His gaze swept over, discovering a few figures missing: a family Quasi-Emperor and several Eight Tribulation Venerables.

”Where are they?”

The Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor momentarily fell silent and asked.

These few family strong cultivators, upon his revival, had risked everything to communicate the current cosmic situation to him through the bloodline connection.

Silence lingered around.

”Ancestor...”

”They were executed by the Tushan Maiden Corps...”

An elder with white hair bowed, forcefully suppressing his sadness as he spoke.

”Alas!”

”They were good children...”

”Good children, indeed...”

The Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor sighed lightly, saying, ”You all should not harbor hatred toward anything; under the Starry Sky, the weak are prey to the strong, and the Supreme Great Sun has been relatively generous and kind.”

”As the defeated, we have our duties.”

”Do not entertain thoughts that should not be held, nor misunderstand the situation, defying fate; this is not the way of a strong race.”

A strong individual puts acceptance of reality as a priority.

”Yes, Ancestor!”

The strong cultivators around from the Wei Zi Family nodded vigorously.

The Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor said no more.

He walked step by step towards the ancestral shrine, looking at each black tablet.

From the recently deceased Quasi-Emperor Wei Ziyu incrementally upwards.

He saw the last Wanfa Monarch, Wei Zicheng, also the founding monarch of the Thousand Laws Dynasty, continuing a part of the rule of the Immortal Dynasty, above him, generations of Ten Thousand Laws Emperors, whose reign lasted tens of millions of years, each generation being valiant sons of the Wei Zi Family.

At the very top, were his sons and daughters.

True Immortal Wanfa, Emperor Realm Cultivator Wei Ziyong, Emperor Realm Cultivator Wei Ziyi, Emperor Realm Cultivator Wei Zigang.

The pinnacle tablets bear the names: Weizi Zhongyi, Li Xiulian.

These are two individuals of incredibly humble origin, who achieved no significant accomplishments in life, mediocre in talent and aptitude.

These two had nothing extraordinary.

”Father, Mother.”

”Little Seven is back.”

The Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor spoke softly.

He took a still unfinished tablet from the shrine and inscribed a few words upon it:

Wei Ziqi.

Afterward, he placed the tablet between the tablets of Weizi Zhongyi and Li Xiulian.

Behind him, countless strong cultivators from the Wei Zi Family wept uncontrollably, tears cascading like rain.