Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The disciple known as King Jia who stood before them.

Though he was at the peak of the Golden Pill Stage, even a normal Immortal of Nascent Soul would have to bow their head in his presence, and not dare to regard themselves as an elder. This was the case even if all status factors were removed.

”Since,”

”you are aware that you’ve violated military discipline,”

The golden-armored giant gazed at the kneeling blue-robed Golden Pill cultivator, seemingly lost in thought. After a while, he said indifferently, ”Then you will be dealt with according to my military discipline.”

”How shall it be done?”

”Inheritance, one must do self-punishment.”

Someone said in a deep voice.

”Then let it be so.”

The golden-armored giant said indifferently.

”I will report to the Heavenly Palace that you died bravely in battle, and your family and descendants will receive compensation. Your death will not be in vain.”

”Inheritance, spare my life, please let me die as a vanguard soldier...”

The blue-robed Golden Pill cultivator was terrified, yet he did not dare to resist, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy.

The surrounding Golden Pill monks were also shaken with fear.

The military discipline of the Heavenly Palace, though strict, did not usually result in the execution of a Golden Pill Peak cultivator for just voicing out. Such cruelty was seldom seen in the entire Heavenly Palace.

”I offered you dignity, but since you do not want it, that’s enough,”

The golden-armored giant showed a look of impatience, shaking his head slightly as if there were a bothersome fly in front of him, he swatted down with his palm.

A palm shadow flew out from his hand.

In the next moment, it expanded to dozens of feet in size, with all five fingers, palm lines as deep as trenches, and shining with brilliant golden light, looking as if it were cast from divine gold.

As soon as the palm imprint appeared, it radiated a terrifying pressure, the surrounding space solidifying like iron, making it difficult to move.

One of the top inheritances of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace,

The Scripture of the Colossal Spirit Vajra!

This was a pure physical Cultivation Method, touted to reach the stage of Refining Nothingness. It was only because of the scarcity of resources that the stage of Refining Nothingness was omitted from the inheritance, prohibiting anyone other than Taoist disciples from possessing it. Nevertheless, it remained one of the top Cultivation Methods within the domain.

Utmost in sturdiness, in magnitude, unbreakable.

It was rumored to be passed down from the Giant Spirit General of the Immortal Realm.

”Inheritance!”

”My crimes do not warrant death!”

The blue-robed Golden Pill cultivator’s eyes were on the verge of bursting.

Cultivators of the Immortal Sects, being autonomous and independent, would never just wait for death. In an instant, he burned his essence blood and life energy with a secret technique of Diabolism, took out an ancient bronze arrow, and frantically fled into the distance.

Boom!

The Vajra colossal palm descended, smashing him along with his treasure into a lump of flesh.

”Someone, note this down, say that he died bravely in battle for the Heavenly Palace and that his family will be compensated according to the highest standards,”

The golden-armored giant said indifferently.

”Yes, senior brother!”

A Golden Pill monk stepped forward, taking out a jade scroll to record it.

”Senior brother is merciful!”

The surrounding Golden Pill monks fell silent as if chilled by frost, their faces growing even more respectful as they flattered him.

In their hearts, they uncontrollably felt gratitude, admiration, and respect, genuinely and sincerely.

Some knew that this was a survival instinct ingrained in life, which caused them to feel submissive towards the strong, beautifying the source of danger. Others didn’t know, but no one wished to think further on it, only expressing their submissiveness.

”My fellows, there’s no need for worry, it’s just a small sect with a little more than ten domains.”

”Once the great army of the Immortal Palace arrives, they can be easily annihilated. At that time, we will all be meritorious soldiers of the Heavenly Palace, and the Nascent Soul Opportunity will be within easy reach; even the inheritance of Divinity Transformation is not wishful thinking.”

After King Jia used blood to boost the army’s morale, his voice softened a bit as he said, ”The fleet of the Eastern Devil School has just broken through our domain. Their Army Formation is in disarray, which is a heaven-sent opportunity for us, the cultivators of the Heavenly Palace, to distinguish ourselves. One battle may well enable us to achieve the Nascent Soul Stage, such a great opportunity is not common.”

”Yes, inheritance!”

”We will certainly die for the Heavenly Palace!”

A group of Golden Pill monks’ eyes blazed with zeal as they spoke in unison.

Looking out from here, amid layer upon layer of Concealment Arrays, banners stood tall and Army Formations were strictly arranged, with Cultivators all clad in golden armor, exuding powerful auras; each was equipped with large drums, copper bowls, and Seven-stringed Zithers among other Army Formation Treasures.

Scores of Cultivators numbering in the hundreds of thousands, with the weakest of them being Foundation-building cultivators conscripted from various Small Worlds; Golden Pill Monks were a common sight, each Army Formation emitting at least the terrifying aura of a Nascent Soul.

The way of the Army Formation,

was originally derived from the Xianmen Sect learning from the Nine Great Immortal Sects, and by forging their own path, they developed and magnified it.

Not only that, looking at King Jia, one of the Ten Kings, his golden-armored imposing figure was surrounded by thick Belief in Incense, with one thousand two hundred Hairy Spirits standing in attendance—some with green faces and fierce teeth, some majestic and solemn, all wielding sacrificial tools like knives, spears, axes, and halberds, each with a strength not weaker than the Golden Core Period.

Many Golden Pill Monks, merely standing by, felt waves of sharp Metal energy hitting their faces, like needles on their backs, immediately dispelling any last thoughts of rebellion.

Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, Protector Deity Generals!

Xuanwu Heavenly Palace’s exploration of the Way of Incense was at the forefront of the Domain, and the 365 Protector Deity Generals residing in the Heavenly Palace were reputed to be able to protect the Sect’s inheritance during eras when Masters of Refining Nothingness did not emerge.

Beneath the 365 Protector Deity Generals, an incredible variety of divine spirits could be found.

Any important person from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace invariably carried a Protector Deity General, releasing them during combat would easily crush the opponent.

This was just the norm.

In times of war, the Protector Deity Generals of important Cultivators would receive significant enhancements, achieving levels of terror unimaginable to cultivators of the same rank.

It could be said that the Minor Thousand World and its population were of paramount importance to Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, which would never give them up—their greed for Small Worlds knew no end.

Once the Minor Thousand Worlds under Xuanwu Heavenly Palace’s control and the accumulated Incense Fire reached a certain threshold, no one could predict whether a Divinity of the Way of Incense might be born, superior even to the Refining Nothingness.

This was deeply feared by the Seven Great Immortal Sects, which even harbored murderous intent, secretly forming a pact.

”Dari Swordsman...”

King Jia gazed toward the demon school fleet in the distance, his Divine Sense sweeping over the one thousand two hundred Hairy Spirits surrounding him and the tens of thousands of troops from the Heavenly Palace farther away, clenching his fists tightly, a strong desire welling up in his heart:

”Can you die by my hand?”

”If I become a Taoist disciple, I will make sure to thank you properly.”

It was an agreement within the Heavenly Palace,

Whosoever slays the Dari Swordsman shall be personally received by the Great Expert’s avatar, who would help in assimilating the previous generation’s Xuanwu Daoist, transforming it into nourishment for the achiever to ascend to Xuanwu Daoist!

This decree existed during the time when the Great Sun Sword Pavilion ruled over the Domain and had not changed to this day.

Boom!

Rumbling!

At that moment, space shattered, and a terrifying boom resounded between heaven and earth.

King Jia’s gaze shifted.

Forty-eight Eastern Devil School Group Army warships, leading the Air-Space Warplanes in a coordinated barrage, blasted through layers of Gangwind and clouds, creating gaping holes to significantly reduce the impact of breaching the world.

Then, the most elite Northern Face Air-Space Army’s First Group Army flotilla formed an Army Formation, leading the charge into the world; countless warships and main cannons of Air-Space Warplanes bombarded in unison, shaking the very skies.

”Kill!”

”Kill, kill, kill!”

The Xuanwu Heavenly Palace’s army also moved, with banners fluttering fiercely and murderous aura soaring to the heavens; Army Formations coalesced into numerous giant Gold Light weapons aimed at the fleet, each one’s aura as formidable as a Nascent Soul, incredibly terrifying.

”Kill!”

The axes and halberds struck down.

Warships were sliced in half by the Gold Light axes and halberds, with blood and shattered decks soaring through the air, and Air-Space Warplanes turned to dust.

At the same time, the still-unsettled forty-eight Group Armies fired in unison once more, smashing countless ancient pavilions and towers, shattering the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace’s Army Formations on the spot, turning massive Gold Light weapons into ash, with blood spattering everywhere; Nascent Soul Stage power was useless.

But King Jia didn’t focus on this blood-drenched battlefield.

”Dari Swordsman...”

King Jia stared intently at the center of the Northern Face Army’s First Group Army.

Amid layers of warships and Air-Space Warplanes, a young boy, sixteen or seventeen, with a handsome appearance and dressed in the top general’s uniform of the Eastern Devil School Air-Space Troops, with a Longsword hanging from his waist, stood calmly and serenely.

His gaze swept over the battlefield, quickly locating the golden-armored giant amid the twelve hundred Hairy Spirits.

Clang!

Drawing his sword,

The boy raised his sword, undisturbed by the continual explosions on the battlefield, the shattering of warships and pavilions, the fracturing of space, or the countless blood-splattered corpses around him.

Without concealment or disguise, facing towards the tens of thousands of soldiers from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, step by step, he walked on the void, sword in hand, towards the golden-armored giant encircled by the twelve hundred Hairy Spirits.

”You, come to your death.”