Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Nine Heavens Gang Wind whooshed past, cutting and carving like knives and axes, clanging sharply, incredibly keen.

Jiang Ding’s body transformed into sword-light, traveling through the Barrier Wind Layer, his sword-light slashing through the gangwinds, unharmed, as he swiftly plummeted towards the ground.

Behind him, a dense array of Xianmen Sect warships and Air-Space warplanes formed a military formation and flew in, a heavy oppressive force emanating outward, instantly smoothing out the local gangwinds, no longer affecting the formation within.

The structure of a minor Thousand World starts with a solid barrier at the outermost layer, followed by the Realm Thunder Layer, which can effectively obliterate overly large meteorites, alien creatures, and the like. Both layers had been breached by the military formation of the Xianmen Sect, attempting to land their troops.

The third layer, the Gangwind Layer, is where they currently are.

This layer is continuously swept by sharp Nine Heavens Gang Winds that can greatly trouble Nascent Soul Monks; ordinary cultivators would die instantly upon entering.

The fourth layer, the cloud layer, is the space where living beings dwell.

A haze of magnetic light flew from afar, striking the sword qi shield on Jiang Ding’s body, leaving some spots that took moments to dissipate.

This magnetic light, ever-present in the Gangwind Layer of the Geomagnetic Realm, is even more dangerous than that of an ordinary Minor Thousand World’s Gangwind Layer and is the source of its name.

The reason for this is that the realm contains a rich vein of spirit magnetite ores, with an overflow of power.

Three thousand years ago, on the eve of the decisive life-or-death battle that destroyed the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Xianmen Sect and the Eight Great Immortal Sects had agreed to a division of post-battle profits, adhering to the principles of fairness and justice; the Geomagnetic Realm was assigned to the Xianmen Sect.

Then, the eight Masters of Refining Nothingness betrayed their oath collectively and backstabbed the Xianmen Sect at the cost of serious injuries.

During the most disadvantageous moment of the war for the Xianmen Sect, when they had lost all Small Worlds and were attacked all the way to their mother star, they ultimately broke through the siege and pushed back several Small Worlds, relying on the complex dirtiness of Forbidden Nucleic Weapons and the mutual distrust among the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

”Each world has its distinct breaths...”

As the Nine Heavens Gang Wind rushed by, Jiang Ding’s Divine Soul, stronger than many Immortals of Nascent Soul, sensitively perceived the differences, a world’s aura distinct from that of the Xianmen Sect and the Northern Plains.

Amidst the faintness, they could sense a force as vast as the ocean falling upon them and then leaving, as if a punch were thrown into the air, causing no impact.

This is the overarching consciousness of the Minor Thousand World!

It would reject and suppress the domains and Divine Souls of any non-native Nascent Soul and above cultivators, making them somewhat weaker than a regular Golden Pill Monk, to protect the native creatures. It takes more than ten years to get rid of this influence.

This is why the landing troops do not include Nascent Soul Monks; if care is not taken, even a powerful Nascent Soul Immortal could miserably perish at the hands of an ordinary Golden Pill Cultivator, suppressed and targeted by the overarching consciousness, unable to exert full strength.

After several days, the fleet passed through the Gangwind Layer, and the cloud layer appeared before their eyes.

Clouds scattered everywhere, and the fierce wind softened, no longer as sharp as a blade, marking the region where beings live.

”Commander, we are nearing the cloud layer.”

The hologram of Ouyang Hui, the vice-commander of the fleet, appeared before Jiang Ding. She was on her own warship, facing a flashing dashboard, issuing tens of thousands of orders through her Divine Sense at the same time, adjusting the military formation of the fleets and issuing combat readiness orders.

”When the fleet passes through the Gangwind Layer and the cloud layer, due to the huge differences between the two regions, there will be massive spatial turbulence, temporarily disrupting the military formation of the fleet. Some ships may even get lost and fail to withstand the force of heaven and earth.”

”Therefore, the space between the Gangwind Layer and the cloud layer is an excellent ambush spot, hidden and difficult to detect. Many casualties and fleet damages have occurred here.”

Ouyang Hui meticulously explained regardless of how well Jiang Ding performed in his Air-Space class; this was her responsibility as deputy commander.

”For this landing operation, the Northern Air-Space Army, excluding the ground troop carriers, consists of forty-five Air-Space Group armies, three Special Air-Space Corps, totaling over eight hundred and thirty thousand people.”

”A Xianmen Sect Air-Space Army can be regarded as having Mid-stage of Nascent Soul level combat effectiveness.”

”Three Xianmen Sect Air-Space Armies make up one Air-Space Group army, with the same training and equipment standards. They can be freely combined, and you can regard them as late-stage of Nascent Soul level combat effectiveness.”

”Moreover, by selecting excellent Foundation Building soldiers to increase the number of Golden Pill Cultivators within the group army and equipping them with superior performance warships and Air-Space warplanes, a Xianmen Sect Special Air-Space Corps is formed. You can think of it as having Nascent Soul Peak level combat effectiveness.”

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”Even those with titles, such as Immortal Gulin from the Green Divine Special Corps, possess strength below Divinity Transformation and above the common peak of Nascent Soul.

This is a very long range of distinction, and you, Taoist disciples of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, all lay within this range of strength,”

”Between the Gangwind Layer and the clouds, due to the spatial turbulence, the functionality of our Spirit Particle Sonar will be limited, so please pay extra attention,”

Ouyang Hui said, bowing slightly.

”Hmm.”

Jiang Ding replied somewhat absentmindedly.

This elicited anxious glances from Ouyang Hui and the General Staff of the regimental army including An Siyan, but before a battle, it wasn’t appropriate to say much, as it could shake the morale of the troops.

Jiang Ding’s Sea of Consciousness began to boil and grow restless bit by bit.

Like a shark that hadn’t eaten in three hundred years, extremely sensitive to the scent of blood.

He didn’t need the reminder from Ouyang Hui; his entire focus was already on the area near the intersection of the Gangwind Layer and the clouds, within a white cloud.

The Sea of Consciousness that was constantly tormented by the intent to kill was now eerily clear, calm and rational, no longer affecting anything.

…

Within the clouds, inside a white cloud.

A man, whose eyes were the only part of him visible under his golden armor, coldly watched the Steel Fleet approaching the clouds from afar, covering the sky and dense like locusts, exuding a terrifying pressure.

”The fleet of the Eastern Devil School...”

The Golden Pill Monks around him couldn’t help but turn pale, among them there were no lack of Peak Golden Pill Cultivators.

They were each controlling the Taoist Soldiers of their Sect, individuals who wielded great power, addressed by others as ancestors, but at this moment, some were trembling, unable to look directly at the fleet that was steadily drawing closer on the horizon.

”Hmm?”

The golden-armored man spoke with a slightly cold tone, his gaze turning toward the first blue-robed Peak Golden Pill Monk who had spoken out with his Divine Sense.

Despite being of the same Cultivation Base, at the Peak Golden Pill, the moment his gaze met the blue-robed Golden Pill Monk, the latter immediately showed a look of panic.

”Spare my life!”

His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground: ”As an inheritor of King Jia, I beg for mercy! I only failed to pay attention momentarily, it was not intentional defiance of the military silence code.

Please allow me to serve as the vanguard to atone for my fault…”

Inheritance,

Inheritance Disciples!

This is in the Heavenly Palace of Xuanwu a personage second only to the Taoist disciples. There can be multiple Inheritance Disciples within the same rank but not more than ten at the same realm, referred to as the Ten Kings of the Heavenly Palace.

Each of them is the most talented elite of their domain, destined to wield the power of their domains for ten thousand years, of noble status and formidable strength.

The Heavenly Palace of Xuanwu possesses forty-one Minor Thousand Worlds.

Statistically speaking, this means that even with the meticulous nurturing by the Palace of Xuanwu, such a peerless elite may only emerge from several worlds once.