Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Cheers!”

It was still that roadside eatery, with spicy crayfish and grilled fish, the group clinked their glasses.

Jiang Ding, An Siyan, and Jin Lingfeng sipped juice, and so did Immortal Dinghai and Zhang Junsheng, while Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch, Canghai Heavenly Monarch, and a few clearly very old Immortals in deep slumber went straight for the strong liquor, downing it boldly in one gulp.

Jiang Ding gulped down a glass of juice in one go.

Divine Sense Scanning swept over the surroundings.

The economy of the Xianmen Sect was beginning to recover. The wartime economy was dismantling, and the citizens’ conscribed troops were gradually returning to Xianmen from all directions.

Ordinary Frontline Infantry, Qi cultivating tank drivers, Foundation-building cultivators, Golden Pill Monks all left the military, returning to their homes, their jobs. Various industries within Xianmen began to revive, and it was much livelier, no longer so desolate.

Science, culture, and entertainment appeared in Xianmen, no longer serving solely the purposes of war.

Unsurprisingly, all these things were expected to rapidly develop and reach their previous peak.

Then, effortlessly surpass it.

A total of twenty-four Minor Thousand Worlds!

Detailed development plans had been made before the war. The resources and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures of each Minor Thousand World complemented each other, greatly enhancing the construction speed of Xianmen.

The various industries of Xianmen would all accelerate in growth. The Cultivation Department in universities would experience an expansion in enrollment, which would last at least for hundreds of years until the number of cultivators in Xianmen reached the planned numbers.

Students who previously could not enroll in the Cultivation Department now could.

Qi Training Foundation-building cultivators who previously could not be promoted now could be.

Golden Pill Monks who were previously trapped to death, their Life Energy exhausted, as long as they made meritorious deeds in the war, would now obtain the Chance to Form the Nascent Soul.

This is the war dividend.

”Jiang Ding, this is Immortal Pingyang, this is Immortal Niri, this is Immortal Shirie…”

Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch introduced a few younger generation to a few very old but spirited Immortals in deep slumber.

An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng couldn’t help but glance at Jiang Ding, snickering secretly.

Jiang Ding was speechless.

Including Immortal Mieri himself, everyone’s names—Pingyang, Niri, Shirie—seemed to be at odds with Great Sun, right?

”Haha, don’t mind it.”

Immortal Mieri also realized this and couldn’t help but laugh, ”It was a feature of our era, just like founding the country, the army, the industry. It was fashionable then, impressive.”

”It seems it really was like that.”

A few Immortals like Immortal Pingyang thought about it and nodded with a smile.

”I have seen several seniors.”

Jiang Ding respectfully saluted the few Immortals in deep slumber.

These seniors, who had fought for Xianmen three thousand years ago, had established the foundations of the Immortal Sect Domain as its overlord.

Now revived, they had not a single moment of rest and had participated in another war that involved the life and death of Xianmen, disregarding personal injuries, having fought a bloody battle and returned.

”You’re too polite.”

Immortals like Pingyang raised their glasses in return.

”This time, my old buddies have struck it big.”

”According to secret channels,”

Immortal Mieri lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously, ”This time, Xianmen captured a lot on the battlefield, and they might release forty to fifty chances for Transformation into a Deity at once.

If everything goes as expected, all these old buddies of mine should be able to receive a chance to Transform into a Deity; the great path is hopeful!”

”The great path is hopeful indeed!”

He said gleefully.

”The great path,”

”Xianmen has not let us down.”

Immortals like Pingyang also sighed. With the great path ahead, their eyes became dreamy, lost in a reverie, and it took them a long time to recover.

”Congratulations to the seniors.”

Immortal Dinghai, Immortal Luling, and Zhang Junsheng felt envious.

As relatively younger Immortals, their opportunities for a Transformation into a Deity were scheduled much later compared to these seniors who had participated in the war against the Great Sun Sword Pavilion three thousand years ago.

Jiang Ding was also invigorated.

The Xianmen Sect had suffered heavy casualties this time, including a large number of Nascent Soul Cultivators. He had not dared to check or ask about the specifics, fearing that his Dao Heart might become unstable.

Many Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs fought fearlessly on the battlefield. For the sake of the sect, for their own path of Refining Nothingness, they had given up lifespans of thousands, nearly ten thousand years. It was truly lamentable.

The Xianmen Sect was now very weak.

If this weakness continued, with an insufficient number of Heavenly Monarchs, it was very likely that the Void Refining Army Formation could not be maintained, and the Xianmen Sect might fall into a life-and-death crisis again.

But now, there was a glimpse of hope for relief.

”Immortal Mieri...”

Immortal Dinghai looked eagerly at Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch.

”Haha, I understand, and I have asked around about your matters too,” Immortal Mieri laughed heartily.

Despite his street-smart appearance, he was in fact a well-connected Heavenly Monarch, with a very wide network and well-informed sources.

”Now the Xianmen Sect has control over twenty-four Minor Thousand Worlds. Of course, they are currently all ruins, and everything needs to be rebuilt; we can’t talk about any output yet. Working overtime, it is estimated that at least fifty years will be needed for the reconstruction,” Immortal Mieri said, secreting mysterious vibes.

”I learned from an old friend, once these Minor Thousand Worlds are rebuilt, and factories and technical upgrades for metallurgical industry, elixir industry, Formation Method industry, etc., are completed, the production of opportunities for Divinity Transformation will reach every thirty-two and a half years,”

”That is to say,”

”Under the leadership of the Xianmen Sect, in every set of about thirty-two years, there will appear an opportunity for Divinity Transformation!”

”I calculated, and you guys should be able to be scheduled within two thousand years.”

”Really?”

”All of us will get a turn?”

Immortal Dinghai exclaimed joyously, ”Thank Immortal Mieri!”

”It’s definitely true!”

Zhang Junsheng and Immortal Luling breathed a huge sigh of relief, feeling like a heavy stone had been lifted from their hearts, almost moved to tears.

This indeed meant that the great path was hopeful.

”Congratulations, teacher.”

Jiang Ding felt joyful inside, picked up a glass of juice, and toasted them.

”Haha, joy all around!”

Immortal Dinghai laughed heartily, took a sip from the juice, finding it not satisfying enough, so he directly grabbed the bottle of wine from Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch. Without pouring it out, he started to drink straight from the bottle, and soon, the bottle was empty.

”Stop!”

”Don’t touch my wine, that is…”

Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch exclaimed in shock, just about to intervene.

Thump!

Immortal Dinghai’s head tilted, and he fell down, laying on the ground.

Jiang Ding paused, scanned briefly with Sword Intent and Divine Sense Scanning, and chuckled.

”A waste of heavenly objects!”

”A waste of heavenly objects indeed!”

Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch panicked, slapped his thigh in distress, saying, ”This is the Spiritual Liquor that I personally brewed, three thousand years worth, priceless, the kind that I wouldn’t take out unless I was in a good mood today.”

”You rascal, you guzzled it all in one gulp!”

”To speak of drinking is one thing, but this, what’s the difference between it and gulping down sleeping pills?”

”Is this thing that precious?”

Seeing this, Immortal Luling and Zhang Junsheng became curious, took out a cup, poured a little of the remaining half-bottle of wine in front of Canghai Heavenly Monarch, tasted it, and their faces instantly turned red, their bodies swaying unsteadily.

Jiang Ding grinned.

He had no interest in wine and continued drinking his juice, pondering over certain matters about the future path and how to proceed post-war.

Wondering, after more than sixty years, how was the Northern Plains?

Were the Tushan Maids still alive?