Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

It was not just the Post-golden Alchemist Hei Zefeng in front of them.

In all directions, assisted by a top third-rank Concealment Formation Method, over twenty Golden Pill Monks at the early and middle stages silently drew closer; most were from the Hei Clan’s direct lineage, with a small part not from any collateral lineage but rather Loose Cultivators, presumably promised something.

Below the Golden Pill, numerous Foundation-building Qi Practitioners were dispersed in all directions, the number reaching several hundreds of thousands, well-ordered, stationed at various Formation Method nodes, ready to activate the formations and encircle the enemy at a single command.

Their combat experience was exceptionally rich, their mobilization system excellent.

With such a number of cultivators, utilizing the Spiritual Vein, even Immortals at the cusp of the Nascent Soul Stage wouldn’t fear!

Clearly, Hei Zefeng didn’t know as little about the Tushan Sword Cultivators as he let on.

No one is foolish.

Even if the journey was long and recent intelligence hadn’t been updated, a Golden Pill that had escaped from a Patriarch Nascent Soul’s grasp was worth paying close attention to.

”The Hei Clan’s direct lineage, the last of the remnants...”

Jiang Ding sighed slightly, not wanting to say much. His hand on the hilt of his sword, he slowly drew it out, ”A force with a legacy of ten thousand years, its last twilight is about to end.”

”Even I am filled with emotion.”

”Even ten thousand years are coming to an end.”

”In this world, what can be eternal?”

The first glint of sword-light emerged from its sheath.

The killing intent initially only a hint.

In an instant, it surged like a tidal wave, the cold killing intent enveloping the entirety of Tushan Immortal City, obscuring sun, moon, and stars.

Heaven and earth turned upside down; the sun and moon lost their light.

”This Sword Intent...”

Hei Zefeng was terrified beyond measure.

In that moment, he seemed to turn into an ordinary man, caught in the raging sea waves, carried away helplessly, the Mana in his meridians and the Divine Sense in his Divine Soul still flowing but as useless as chaff.

Looking around, the Foundation-building Qi Practitioners fared even worse.

Although there was a top third-rank Formation Method blocking them, when the tidal wave of killing intent washed over them, their eyes were obscured, Divine Senses shrouded, and awareness of mouth, nose, ears, and touch—all senses were clouded, shrouded in chaos.

”I can’t see clearly!”

”Clan uncle, clan uncle! Where are you...”

In the eyes of Hei Clan Foundation-building cultivators, visions of doomsday appeared, of great stars falling, the Great Sun being destroyed—terrifying scenes beyond measure that swept through their hearts with endless fear, unable to stay calm, they screamed in terror.

”Stop it!”

”Tushan Sword Cultivator!”

Hei Zefeng bit his tongue, using the intense pain and the power of his Essence Blood to bring himself back to awareness, temporarily shielding himself from the illusory Sword Intent around him, and shouted fiercely, ”My Hei Clan has a seated Immortal of Nascent Soul; aside from that, if the Immortal City is destroyed, we will not rest until one side is dead!”

”I’m not afraid to tell you, every member of the direct lineage has a mark left by our ancestor, whoever kills them will undoubtedly die!”

Boom!

Using the power of his Essence Blood, he no longer waited but forcefully activated the top third-rank Formation Method here. Vague Array Patterns rippled outward, connecting with the stars above and the earth’s Spiritual Energy below, and involving hundreds of thousands of Foundation-building Qi Practitioners who were forcefully mobilized.

In an instant, a terrifying power spread outward, nearly reaching the realm of Nascent Soul.

Illusions were shattered one by one.

Tens of thousands of cultivators, still in shock, didn’t have time to stabilize. Under the terrible pressure of killing intent, without the chance to do anything, they channeled their Mana and Divine Sense along the Array Patterns, frantically pouring it into the Formation Method.

The Formation Method’s power increased once again!

The Hei Clan placed great importance on this retreat, investing a large number of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures.

The name of the Formation: Black Sky Extinction Array!

This Black Sky Extinction Array, already the strongest third-rank Formation Method of the Hei Clan, was amplified in stages and was now almost at a fourth-rank level. In the calculations of the Hei Clan, it was considered an unbeatable fallback that need not fear attacks from others.

”Tushan Sword Cultivator, I will ask you once more,”

Immersed in the Formation Method, Hei Zefeng regained his composure, filled with boundless confidence, staring intently at the young man in blue robes in the distance.

”Will you retreat or not?!”

His tone was full of killing intent as he shouted sternly.

The sword’s momentum did not stop.

Jiang Ding did not respond to his words. His sword was being unsheathed at an unhurried pace.

Far from stopping, as more of the sword blade was revealed, the killing intent grew ever colder and more furious, showing signs of once again covering the Black Sky Extinction Array Patterns and the terrible signs of the doomsday illusion invading the cultivators’ Divine Souls.

”Tushan Sword Cultivator, you’re seeking death!”

Hei Zefeng’s heart sank, no longer harboring any delusion of luck; he fully stimulated the Black Sky Extinction Array.

Boom!

The Array Patterns spread, inky clouds unfurled outward, wrapping the young man in blue completely, swallowing all light, all Divine Sense perception, cutting off everything, not knowing the sky from the ground.

Only the master of the array could clearly survey the surroundings with their Divine Sense, taking a huge advantage.

This was the famous Black Sky Extinction Array of the Hei Clan!

Imitating a Nascent Soul Monk’s Domain, not only could it prevent the enemy’s detection, but it also carried layers of force-distributing Array Patterns. The attacks of a Golden Pill Monk had been reduced to nothing before they even struck, innately invincible.

In history, the Hei Clan had successfully used this array multiple times to surround and kill cultivators approaching the Nascent Soul Stage, never failing.

Clang!

The clear sound of a sword cry.

At that moment, the sword in the young man in blue was finally fully unsheathed.

Instantly, everyone’s gaze was drawn.

As if a sovereign was descending,

A silver Sword-light fell between heaven and earth, in an instant there was only this silver Sword-light left, nothing else; mountains, rivers, all creatures, sun, moon, stars all hidden away.

Only this one sword, filling every cultivator’s Sea of Consciousness without any space left.

Hisss!

All the cultivators watched wide-eyed as the Black Sky Extinction Array’s night was torn apart, layer by layer, by the silver Sword-light.

The night sky canopy collapsed to both sides, revealing the Immortal City in broad daylight.

The canopy, known to be impervious to all methods and immune to all forces, was more fragile than paper, unable to delay even the slightest movement of sword-light.

”How can this be?”

Hei Zefeng was shocked.

An endless chill and horror enveloped his heart, and the almost fourth-tier Formation Method he possessed offered him no sense of security.

His Divine Soul shuddered, as the cultivation base of a Post-golden Alchemist was utterly insufficient to rely on, no different from the weakest Qi Practitioner.

”Black Crow!”

”Cangyan Divine Raven!”

Faced with the clear and terrifying threat of death, Hei Zefeng roared, frantically burning his Essence Blood, activating the Formation Method with a thunderous operation and swallowing tens of miles of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi.

With such immense uptake power, a third-grade high-quality Spiritual Vein dried up in an instant, and piles of Spirit Stones placed in the array vaporized into nothing.

Vast power converged in the Black Sky Extinction Array.

Screech!

With a piercing screech, fists-sized black crows were born from the array patterns, densely packed, covering the sky and swooping towards the silver Flying Sword.

Within the flock of black crows, there was even a Golden Crown Raven King, holding a golden flame in its beak, emitting a terrifying aura that could cause an Immortal of Nascent Soul to feel an intense warning.

Cangyan True Fire!

This was a Formation Dao technique that could only be executed by the Hei Clan’s direct lineage’s bloodline burning Essence Blood, inherited from the invincible being who’d slain and extracted the Essence Blood of a Divinity Transformation Demon Race ten thousand years ago, a magic solely for the life-risking secret technique of the direct lineage!

”Die!”

”Tushan, you die for me!”

Hei Zefeng’s expression twisted with resentment and venom, as his body fused into the Golden Crown Raven King, elevating its might with the Cangyan True Fire in its beak, diving towards the silver sword-light in front of him.

Hate filled his heart.

Hatred,

Endless loathing!

Once this technique was used, the bloodline would dry up, and there would be no hope for Nascent Soul in this lifetime.

It was a fight to the death!

Clang!

The sword-light flowed like water, cutting through without haste or pause.

Under the gaze of all, the silver sword-light tore through the sky full of black crows, clashing with the beak of the Golden Crown Raven King holding the Cangyan True Fire.

There was no hesitation,

The sword-light pierced straight through.

The sea of clouds was split into a wound several miles wide that took a long time to heal.

Behind the sword-light, the Golden Crown Raven King, transformed by the last direct lineage post-golden alchemist Hei Zefeng from the Hei Clan, hung motionless in mid-air.

Utterly still, devoid of life.

Moments later, the Golden Crown Raven King and the Cangyan True Fire on its beak slowly split to either side, the Cangyan True Fire collapsing in halves, and the spiritual light of the Golden Crown Raven King scattered.

A body of a mustachioed man, evenly split from brow to groin, fell from the sky, his insides and blood gushing out, drenching the skies.

The Hei Clan’s last Post-golden Alchemist,

Hei Zefeng, dead!

”Escape!”

”Run for your life!”

The Golden Pill Monks were terrified, each burning their Essence Blood and transforming into Escape Light to flee in all directions, some even using Teleportation Talismans to flee into the void and vanish.

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword, ignoring everyone, and walked towards the center of the city.

Three steps later,

The bodies of the escaping Golden Pill Monks suddenly faltered.

”No!”

”Spare me...”

Some Hei Clan direct lineage Golden Pill Monks screamed in terror.

On their foreheads, unbeknownst to them, a silver sword mark had appeared, already existing at the exact moment Hei Zefeng died.

It was just that the sword was too fast, too sharp!

So much so that they themselves didn’t notice it at all.

Now, in their desperate escape, they suddenly disrupted the fragile balance within their bodies. The silver sword-light in their foreheads erupted, and their blood sprayed forth.

The Golden Pill Monks fell silently to the ground with a thud, devoid of any life.

No matter whether they used earth escape, wood escape, wind escape, or even Teleportation Talismans to flee.

It made no difference.

All the same, bodies of Golden Pill Monks fell from the sky like rain, blood pouring down.

At the same time, the three hundred Foundation-building cultivators and three thousand Qi Practitioners who had held the most intense killing intent and clear hatred within the Black Sky Extinction Array died silently without a sound.

Their bodies rapidly cooled from warm to cold.

Golden Pill, Foundation-building, Qi Practitioners.

Bodies kept falling like raindrops, with no distinction of rank or status; the thudding sounds of their landing were incessant.

The remaining cultivators were as silent as cicadas in winter.

They dared not cheer, dare not scream in terror; they tightly covered their mouths, afraid to make the slightest sound, the city was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Among the sky full of bodies and the rain of blood,

A young man in blue robes walked at a leisurely pace, his face youthful with the anticipation of youth, heading towards his residence, the former site of the Demon Palace.