Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Time flew by rapidly, and another five years had passed.

Under the Sun God Wood, the frenzied Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence dispersed, revealing a young man in green clothes below.

”Middle Jindan Stage peak...”

”The seventh Heavenly Gang Great Sun prohibition of the Taiqing Flying Sword is complete.”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, and the crimson killing intent was almost too intense to conceal, as red as molten lava.

The Sword Refining Method of Scorching Sun Spirit Iron was too cruel and extreme, far beyond what the will of a cultivator could endure. His gaze now, instinctively searching for the strong, wishing to take their essence to calm down.

He took a deep breath, silently reciting the third-rank top-secret technique ”Heart Calming Decree” from the Xianmen Sect. It took a good while before he settled the restlessness in his heart, and the scorching crimson in his eyes gradually dimmed, returning to their original clear distinction between black and white.

”Let’s break through.”

Jiang Ding used Inner View on his Elixir Field, which already reached two-thirds of its limit with azure mana.

Crack!

Within his Elixir Field, the All-transforming Magnetic Origin mana surged violently, and with just a swirl, what seemed to be an impregnable bottleneck had already shattered, weak and futile. The pieces melted into the Elixir Field, transforming into mana deposits and vanishing without a trace.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion resounded inside him, the mana in his Elixir Field was tumultuous, spinning fast, pouring into meridian branches he had never probed deeply before, constantly expanding them. The mana meridians of ”All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra” became even more complex and efficient, mana grew by a section, and his aura strengthened tremendously.

Late Jindan Stage!

”Sixteen years old, Late Jindan Stage!”

”This is the grand achievement of a true genius!”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, filled with a chilling murderous intent, the scorching redness of magma inadvertently covering his eyes once again.

Between his hands, a hint of bluegold Sword Qi emerged, splitting outward, tearing a rift in space, and he, merging with his sword, entered and disappeared.

The next moment,

In the branches and leaves of the Heaven-Covering Banyan that reached into the starry sky, his figure appeared on a vast super teleportation Formation in a star domain, calmly saying, ”Teleport.”

”Yes, teleporting for you, destination, Geomagnetic Realm frontline battlefield.”

”Teleporting in progress...”

...

In the hazy space filled with white light, a green-clad young man appeared amidst the stars.

Around him, thousands of Air-Space Motherships and several Iron Fortresses, with their vast Spiritual Lights slowly settling, the bubbles of Space Formation Patterns scattered across the starry sky gradually disappeared.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

A massive world bathed in faint Spiritual Light appeared before him, endless in scope. Looking down, he could vaguely see traces of mountains, rivers, and constantly present electromagnetic Spiritual Light within the Gangwind Layer of the realm, causing the mana of All-transforming Magnetic Origin within his body to become somewhat livelier.

Looking around, rows upon rows of Iron Fortresses stood tall, with Air-Space Motherships, Battleships, and War Machines scattered across space, nebulous and chaotic Array Patterns unfolding, forming an immensely powerful Formation, surrounding and sealing off the illusory silhouettes of pavilions and towers composed of the Xuanwu Ascension Formation at the center, impenetrable.

Occasional simultaneous blasts from the Iron Fortresses and Air-Space Motherships illuminated heaven and earth. Divine Sense was blinded as the ancient Immortal Path pavilions collapsed, shattered, and the Nascent Souls and Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs within turned to dust, their Divine Souls broken apart.

Jiang Ding quickly assessed the battlefield.

”They’re not using their full strength...”

He noticed that the flagship Iron Fortress of Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch, Divine Machine, remained stationary.

Moreover, a great many Iron Fortresses and Air-Space Motherships around him were just silently hovering in space, indifferently watching as Battleships and Heavenly Palace pavilions clashed, unmoved by the bloody battlefield of both sides.

Why was this so?

Jiang Ding fell into contemplation.

”We’re on guard against the Master of Refining Nothingness from the Xuanwu tiangong.”

Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch, whose presence seemed like an illusion formed by Magic, appeared before him at some point, explaining the battlefield: ”Besides that, we hope to keep the war as limited as possible to below the Master of Refining Nothingness level, not to fight desperately from the get-go, but merely for wealth.”

”We hope that old geezer understands our intentions.”

Jiang Ding understood.

The Xianmen Sect did not wish to start the ultimate war to annihilate the Xuanwu tiangong, they just hoped to acquire more Small Worlds to cultivate their Cultivators.

”Commander-in-Chief, how are things within the realm?”

Jiang Ding asked.

”The battle hasn’t begun yet; the landing forces are ready and waiting for your arrival.”

Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch was unhurried and even had time to impart real battle experience, saying, ”Landing battles are usually initiated by the prevailing side in an Outer Realm war. Otherwise, our landing forces would enter the realm only to be slaughtered by higher-level cultivators.”

”Or it’s multiple Immortal Sects joining forces to land on a Native power’s territory, fighting over it – the Gang Han World you participated in last time was like this.”

”Without the advantage of the Outer Realm war, there would be no landing battle.”

”Remember this point, as it will come in handy when you lead an Army independently in the future.”

”Got it.”

Jiang Ding suppressed his killing intent and nodded obediently.

”The first step for a realm landing is artillery cover bombardment, eliminating key targets.”

Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch pointed to the Geomagnetic Realm below.

Jiang Ding felt a foreign power invading his eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, he did not immediately expel the strange force imbued with the essence of both Taiyin and Taiyang.

Everything blurred before his eyes.

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”Look,”

an aged voice arose beside his ear.

Jiang Ding followed the gesture of Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch, looking down towards the Geomagnetic Realm below, his pupils subconsciously dilating slightly.

What had been, in his memory, merely a boundless expanse of the Geomagnetic Realm now became much clearer—mountains and earth, rivers and oceans, all discernible; the entire Small World was shrouded by an invisible electromagnetic wave.

At the nodes where these electromagnetic waves intersected, dozens of Immortals of Nascent Soul, as well as a Nascent Soul Cultivator, were clearly marked.

Their hiding places were incredibly concealed—beneath the deep sea, underground, covered by various shielding Formation Methods, aided by the lay of the land. Yet, beneath the finger of the Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch, none could remain hidden.

”This technique is known as the Star Magnetic Tracking Skill, a sixth-layer Refinement Void Level Magic, which the Nine Great Immortal Sects can employ using special Treasures and Army Formations to detect and pinpoint strong cultivators within a Small World.”

”There are no Golden Pill Monks?”

Jiang Ding inquired.

”No,”

the Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch shook his head: ”Compared to an entire Minor Thousand World, Golden Pill Monks are too insignificant. They’re easily shielded by the Small World’s natural fluctuations of Spiritual Energy, and with the addition of Concealment Spells and Concealment Treasures, the Star Magnetic Tracking Skill is simply unable to locate them.”

”Even with our warriors artificially locating them within the realm, it is extremely difficult to lock onto the Divine Soul of a Golden Pill Monk, blocked by the realm barriers.”

”It seems to be related to ’status’ within one’s state of being, and to the subconscious protective instincts of a Small World’s natural order—it’s not merely a matter of strength.”

”Those below the Nascent Soul Stage have ’status’ that receives subconscious protection from the Small World’s natural laws, the same as plants, ants, animals.”

”Those at the Nascent Soul Stage and above, however, are deemed adults capable of surviving in the Outer Realm on their own for a time, and are no longer a concern of the Small World’s natural laws.”

”This is the enormous advantage Golden Pill Monks have within a realm.”

”I understand,”

Jiang Ding realized.

”Back to the main point—the first step of a landing war within a realm is,”

the Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch continued, his voice steady as if chatting idly with a youngster at home.

”Bombardment coverage.”

Boom!

In the moment his words fell, the main cannons of more than a dozen Iron Fortresses, along with the magic-based main cannons of several hundred Air-Space Motherships, thundered simultaneously. The terrifying fluctuations of magic seeped into their Sea of Consciousness, creating a booming sound, shaking every cultivator’s Sea of Consciousness to its core, their vision filled with dazzling white light.

After a long while, they recovered.

”Report, the Divinity Transformation target has been killed, three Nascent Soul targets survived and are now fleeing in Nascent Soul form.”

”Requesting permission for another bombardment.”

Forceful reports kept emerging within the Sea of Consciousness of the Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch, who broadcasted them aloud to show his junior, as if teaching.

”Permission granted, carry out a second bombardment immediately.”

”Yes!”

Boom!

This time, thirty Air-Space Motherships fired their main cannons in unison, utilizing the vast Army Formation to break open the realm barriers, penetrating the realm, and killing the three frantically fleeing Nascent Souls.

”Continue.”

Without pausing, the Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch went on: ”Bombard all suspicious areas, any possible cultivator-inhabited areas, ten times each.”

”Don’t worry about wasting resources; the fortune accumulated over so many years is meant for moments like this.”

”Yes!”

Boom!

Boom!

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The Iron Fortresses and Air-Space Motherships led successive volleys, bombarding each suspicious location repeatedly until there were no longer any signs of Nascent Souls or higher-stage cultivators.

Yet, the Array Pillars symbolic of the Xuanwu tiangong’s rule over the Small World remained undamaged, still standing tall.

”Such is the unique nature of a Small World,”

the Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch pointed at these Array Pillars and said: ”Beyond the realm barriers, our bombardment can shatter mountains, blow open rivers, but it cannot change the flow of ley lines and Spiritual Energy, for these are the pulses of a Minor Thousand World. One can only enter with landing troops and enact change from within.”

”This is something not even Masters of Refining Nothingness can violate.”

”Perhaps, only those of a higher tier, whose ’status’ is equivalent to a world, or even surpasses a world—a True Immortal—could achieve that.”

Jiang Ding nodded his head.

”Jiang Ding!”

”Commander of the Northern Army’s Air-Space Troops!”

The Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch, holding up a cup of tea, solemnly said: ”The Air-Space Troops are ready for the landing. Begin the operation. Please, ensure that you return in triumph.”

”Yes! Supreme Commander, sir!”

Jiang Ding saluted, his body merging with the Taiqing Flying Sword, tearing through space, and entering a breach in the realm barrier that had appeared amidst continuous bombardment.

Trailing behind him, countless warships and Air-Space war machines formed dark clouds resembling a military formation, cold and silent, following that streak of bluegold Sword Escape Light, flying into the realm.