Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Great Sun Sword Sect.

Here, surrounded by mountains, numerous Fourth-Order Spiritual Veins converged, shrouded in mist and clouds—a truly Immortal Holy Land, the location of the strongest sect of the Northern Plains, the final bastion of the Northern Plains Human Race.

In the most central towering mountain peak, a place where many supreme Fourth-Order Spiritual Veins gathered.

Immortal Jianyang sat upright on a stone platform.

His appearance was dignified and ancient, every movement commanded attention, obedience, submission, such that even an Immortal of Nascent Soul in his presence would scarcely dare to speak loudly.

”Tianyang, how much strength does your Great Sun Dharma Sect have left?”

Immortal Jianyang asked indifferently.

In front of him stood a kindly-looking elderly Taoist, crowned in a high headdress, holding a starry, luminescent whisk, deep in thought, silent, pondering something.

This person was the Supreme Elder of the Great Sun Dharma Sect, Tianyang Immortal.

The two Peak Nascent Soul Monks, evidently mortal enemies, sat together not with drawn swords or ready bows, but in tranquility, as if the previous bloodshed and slaughter had been mere illusions.

”Almost all disciples with a Golden Pill have perished.”

After pondering for a while, Tianyang Immortal chose not to conceal the dire reality and shared the grim situation.

”As for the Nascent Soul monks of our sect, more than half escaped, but only eleven or twelve managed to retain their Law Bodies; the rest are left with nothing but a Nascent Soul, and it will take at least decades to regain the strength of the Nascent Soul Stage.”

”That will do.”

”It’s not bad that many Nascent Souls have escaped.”

Immortal Jianyang nodded in agreement.

The two exchanged glances, saying nothing.

Time passed uncounted.

”How shall we deal with Wanyao Valley of the West Desert?”

Eventually, Tianyang Immortal, unable to contain his impatience, said, ”Your strength alone is far from enough to face over twenty Peak Nascent Soul Cultivators. One misstep, and the Great Sun Sword Sect will follow in the footsteps of the Great Sun Dharma Sect.

”Now is not the time for idle chatter.”

”If you don’t have any other plans, I can only flee the Northern Plains.”

This was not a good path.

Outside the Northern Plains, there were many powers, possibly even those above Nascent Soul; not a place for a band of beaten dogs to strut their might.

Even if they could survive, their paths of cultivation would be utterly cut off.

”My plan? Haven’t I told you already?”

Immortal Jianyang lifted his eyelids slightly, ”If the Six Paths Sect has a Deity Transformation Great Formation, and the Guishan Tie Family has one, why should we be forbidden from having one? This is the birthplace of the Dari Swordsman, after all.”

”Stop talking nonsense!”

”Do you think I don’t know?”

Tianyang Immortal said in mild anger, his voice low, ”The Dari Swordsman is too dangerous, not a normal cultivator at all!

”The will he left behind, if it detects that we have activated the Sect Array to face enemies of the same level, it will not hesitate to slay us all, at least everyone above the Nascent Soul Level, leaving no one alive.”

”That is the Deity Transformation Great Formation left by the Dari Swordsman!”

”Do you really think you are the strongest in the Northern Plains?”

He said anxiously.

This was also the reason why the Sword Sect did not activate the great formation during the internal strife that led to the split into two sects years ago.

Because the formation would target the Nascent Soul Stage sword cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Sect first!

Even those of the same level in magic cultivation or demon cultivation weren’t able to defeat it, nor were they able to slay it.

No matter the reason, in the eyes of the Dari Swordsman, they were certainly a deviation, a failure, worthless, and the sect would need to be cleansed thoroughly from top to bottom, raising new Immortals of Nascent Soul.

”But indeed, we do have a Deity Transformation Great Formation!”

Immortal Jianyang said coldly.

”I question whether the Ice Phoenix dares to come?”

”If they really come, and we can’t defeat them, can’t we still die together with them? It’s merely death. To die with the enemy is enough.”

”This seems...”

The Tianyang Immortal’s expression softened.

”It’s not entirely without a chance of success.”

”A few or even ten Peak Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators might well appear.”

The Jianyang Immortal slowly said, ”The Demon Race has a much longer lifespan than our Human Cultivators. Having lived for thousands of years, they are nearing the end of their lives. This is one of the reasons they’re expanding. With their lives drawing to a close, they fear little.”

”That’s exactly why I’ve called you here.”

”If we could persuade the Liudao Sect, those two from the Guishan, that would be truly foolproof.”

”Those two are impossible,” Tianyang Immortal replied, shaking his head repeatedly. ”I even suspect that the appearance of the Demon Cultivators might not be unrelated to them. They had already reached a dead end before; they’re capable of anything.”

”Then it’s just the two of us,” said Jianyang Immortal indifferently.

”We could also lure some Loose Cultivators with the promise of our Cultivation Methods, like Blood Cloud and Tushan, and rely on a Great Formation of the Peak Nascent Soul Level that we’ve been building over the years. It should be barely sufficient.”

”The Formation Method, indeed, might work...” Tianyang Immortal felt a minor relief.

The next moment, both men felt their hairs stand on end, as they looked in one direction.

In that instant, the world seemed to freeze.

The wind, Spiritual Energy, leaves, and even the people within became motionless, as if encased in amber.

And then, a Great Sun rose!

The original sun had disappeared, and the annihilating light of the Great Sun Sword Aura bathed the world in its brilliance, covering every corner of the land.

In the light of the Great Sun, the Great Formation of the Great Sun Sword Sect—which had been maintained for hundreds of years, consuming countless Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure and the blood of countless Immortals of Nascent Soul—silently dissolved, revealing everything within the Sect.

The Sect Array was broken!

Tens of thousands of Sword Cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Sect, along with dozens of Sword Dao Immortals of Nascent Soul, would ordinarily have been furious, with swords in hand ready to kill, unfazed by the enemy’s strength, even if it were a High-Rank Cultivator. Such was the true nature of Sword Cultivators.

However, under the light of the Great Sun, no one felt this rage.

Instead, they felt only an ultimate scorching breath of annihilation enveloping the world, freezing their Divine Souls, stripping them of the ability to think, causing an instinctual tremor, as their Life Flying Swords also vibrated, eager to unsheathe and fly towards the unknown.

Tens of thousands of Sword Cultivators knelt on the ground, out of instinct, without any reason.

”The Great Sun...” The fear in Jianyang Immortal’s heart knew no bounds.

”No, it’s impossible!” Tianyang Immortal forcefully suppressed the urge in his heart to kneel.

He regretted deeply, why hadn’t he left the Northern Plains as soon as the Sect was destroyed, fleeing far from this region, never to return.

What of the Demon Race, what of the Sect’s legacy?

Nothing was as important as his own life!

Gradually, many began to adapt to the light and pressure of the Great Sun, stealing glances upwards.

Beneath the Great Sun,

A young man in green appeared in the sky.

He did not look at the tens of thousands of kneeling Sword Cultivators; he didn’t ask anything, nor did he need acknowledgement from anyone.

He was just there, his Divine Sense and Sword Intent unfolded, searching back and forth for something at the mountain gate, stripped of its Acquired Peak Nascent Soul Level Formation, his expression focused, unconcerned with anything else.

Behind the young man in green, True Master Void Square stood with folded hands, standing carefully.

The entire Great Sun Sword Sect was deathly silent; tens of thousands of Cultivators and dozens of Immortals of Nascent Soul knelt, not daring to make even the slightest breath for fear of disturbance.