Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Beside the collapsed thirty-six Boundary Pillars,

Jiang Ding stood on the super Air-Space War Machine, looking around.

The earth was shrouded in dust.

Everywhere there were huge craters where Golden Pill-level magic had melted boulders, and the broken tanks were accompanied by randomly strewn limbs and severed arms of Foundation-building cultivators.

The lingering smoke of gunpowder was gradually dispersing.

The sunlight once again fell upon the land.

”Very good, at least the people in the southern region of the Huangtong Small World will live much better than they do now,”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

Divine Sense stirred slightly, and a body dried of its essence blood appeared before him, its once plump body now sagging, with wrinkled skin erratically enveloping the flesh, a dull brown color.

Its eyes, dull and lifeless, where the vitality had long since disappeared.

”Xiang Jia, the name is worth remembering a bit,”

Jiang Ding thought.

Streams of Azure Sword Qi flew from his fingers, slicing the body before him into pieces scattered across the sky, with countless Sword Qi bursting forth, destroying every hint of life sensed by the Sword Intent.

Chunks of powder-like flesh fluttered about, drifting with the wind.

This was a great tribute to an opponent whose name was remembered.

A turtle shell shield the size of a palm appeared in his hand.

At its center was a hole the size of a copper coin, its break as smooth as a mirror, with strands of Sword Intent of Destruction lurking within, an incurable sore to the bone.

It was evident that the break had been repeatedly washed with mana.

The effect was indistinct.

Even though the mana contained ’sturdiness’ among its Magic Intentions, there was still an insurmountable gap, some sort of suppression by rank.

”Another piece of God-Transforming Level material acquired, the candidate Taoist disciples of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace are all good people, ah.”

”Xia Houding, and Immortal Li Han’s as well,”

Joy at his loot showed on Jiang Ding’s face.

”The original plan to build one thousand and twenty-four Dyson’s Sunglasses Sword-shape Drones is canceled, all will use God-Transforming Level materials, at least the main structure will completely consist of God-Transforming Level materials, and it will not be outdated even if used up to the Nascent Soul Stage.”

”Don’t be fooled by the small size of this turtle shell, it has been refined from a large amount of God-Transforming Level material. If the Floating Formation is released, it weighs thousands, even tens of thousands of kilograms, which is more than enough for more than a thousand drones.”

”But it seems that after the Nascent Soul Stage, at least ten times the number of sword-shaped drones needs to be built? Where can so many God-Transforming Level materials come from...”

Jiang Ding felt a bit of a tingle on his scalp just thinking about the God-Transforming Level materials needed to build ten thousand Dyson Sword-shaped Drones.

Xianmen Sects?

The education level at the Xianmen Sects is too high, too competitive.

It’s already incredible that the resources of twelve Small Worlds can sustain a large number of High, Middle, and Low-ranking Cultivators.

To the cultivators of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, cultivators of the same rank seem poor, mostly using Air-Space Motherships and Air-Space Warships passed down through generations, stitched and patched.

The higher the rank, the more this holds true, unable to afford construction.

Once he reached the Nascent Soul Stage, of course, he could apply for God-Transforming Level materials, and he would certainly get them with a high priority.

But the amount would never be large.

It’s not that the Immortal Sects were stingy, there simply wasn’t enough to go around.

”It also feels somewhat heart-wrenching; the old predecessors scrimped and saved, and wouldn’t even consider building personal war treasures for themselves; this is a little too extravagant...”

Jiang Ding shook his head, no longer dwelling on such distant concerns.

Divine Sense swept across, finding a Fourth Order Spiritual Vein node among the collapsed Boundary Pillars, and he sat down cross-legged to enter a state of cultivation.

This place is actually a fifth-order Spiritual Vein, and its core is suitable for Nascent Soul Cultivators to cultivate.

It’s just that the concentration of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi there is terrifying. Merely drawing a little caused a tendency for crystallization in the meridians, frightening him into immediately giving up.

For Foundation-building cultivators to have access to a fourth-order Spiritual Vein is already an extreme luxury.

Fifteen or sixteen days later.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

His Divine Sense swept across the land, the once grievously wounded earth had now returned to its smooth state, and above in the sky, 365 stars shone brilliantly, occasionally twinkling, providing a sturdy anchorage for the army formation from beyond the heavens.

Gazing over thousands of kilometers with Viewing Skills.

The peripheral stars of the Formation Method also began to light up, clearly visible in the daylight, like lighthouses in a foggy bay.

The Boundary Formation of the Xianmen Sect’s stars!

”Your Excellency, the Supreme Commander!”

The Chief of Staff An Siyan said loudly, ”The Boundary Formation anchor points in the southern battle area of the Huangtong Small World and the teleportation Formation Method have all been laid out. There was a little interference and sabotage by Foundation-building cultivators from Xuanwu tiangong, which has been dealt with.”

”The subsequent defensive and attack Formation Methods will take roughly a year to complete.”

”Hm, very good.”

Jiang Ding stood up, the Blue-gold Large Tree behind him rustled and its branches and trunk contracted, turning into an Azure Flying Sword that flew into the space between his eyebrows, and the silver-white birds resting under the shade concealed themselves into the half-space layer.

”Talk to me about the East Sea battle zone.”

In the East Sea battle zone, the region was covered by deep sea waves, with a complex combat environment. Xuanwu tiangong had been entrenched here for decades, making it extremely difficult to breach compared to other areas.

However, once breached, Xuanwu tiangong will have its tentacles completely severed from this world, and the external army formation would lose all its anchor points, while the Immortal Gates Sky-Army Formation would be strengthened.

Between additions and subtractions, the previously deadlocked war situation would immediately undergo a huge change.

”The East Sea topography is unique; the tank troops need to be equipped with Amphibious Tanks, requiring the addition of Underwater Torpedos, remodeling the second-order Spirit Particle Sonar on armored command vehicles, to better adapt to underwater combat, and soldiers need to change into Underwater Camouflage…”

An Siyan rattled off a long list of things that needed to be done, his speech rapid.

It involved the already replenished four million troops. It was incredibly tedious and complex, requiring at least ten times more people to perform logistic work.

This was still under the conditions where the logistical needs were vastly reduced for the Immortal Path army.

In a world without the supernatural, billions of people working together, spending decades, would not suffice to manage the logistical work of four million tank troops.

Of course, these were tasks for the General Staff Headquarters, commanders like Jin Lingfeng, and the logistic departments within Xianmen Sect.

Jiang Ding always cared only about results.

”So, we need at least several months or even years more before we can launch the attack?”

He frowned.

”No, we can do it now, right now, launch the attack!”

However, An Siyan said, ”Jiang Ding, do you know who is working in every Immortal Sect armory and on the transport lines?”

”Who?”

”They’re all Nascent Soul and Golden Pill Cultivators!”

A shocked expression appeared on An Siyan’s face.

”The logistics officer who handed over duties told me that Foundation-building cultivators are now scarce in the armories, pushed to the side and basically not in the running.”

”Many high-level cultivators had rushed to the armories before the war in the southern battle zone had even ended and worked like ordinary workers, doing unpaid labor.

Nascent Soul Monks open their domains, and the efficiency of one person amounts to the total of tens or hundreds of thousands of workers, assembling Amphibious Tanks, repairing Underwater Camouflage Suits, producing army rations...”

”There are also many Nascent Soul Monks leveraging their spatial teleportation and blink abilities to transport logistical materials over short distances... Golden Pill Monks can only perform support roles, not taking the main stage.”

”These old seniors are incredibly formidable. They can do anything and everything, and one person’s productivity is the sum of countless workers, with efficiency so high it’s frightening.”