Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Ten Daoist disciples silently stared at the towering and robust member of the Horned Demon Tribe who had suddenly appeared, without saying a word.

The Mingtian Emperor too was filled with apprehension.

He looked around and within his animal instincts, he felt strong premonitions, confusion, astonishment; the feelings were mixed and varied.

Both sides merely observed each other, without any movement for the moment.

The Nine Great Daoists no longer fled, and Jiang Ding no longer pursued; he simply stopped and remained silent.

A strong apprehension rose in Jiang Ding’s heart.

An unknown Immortal Path civilization, powerful space teleportation locating techniques, capable of directly locating the Yin and Yang Void of this Domain from somewhere far beyond, to teleport here across unimaginably vast distances.

The space techniques implied therein were astonishing.

In the Immortal Path, space is an unavoidable direction; if space magic and techniques are powerful, could other aspects be weak?

Could there exist beings above Void Refinement, even supreme beings beyond it?

Such speculations stirred fear, unease, and made one dare not act rashly.

If this Immortal Path civilization had beings above Void Refinement...

The thought of such consequences sent shivers down Jiang Ding’s spine.

He could almost see a terrifying scene of the Mother Star covered in blood like rain, citizens dying like grass, warships falling in droves, a scenario that seemed inevitable no matter what.

But!

If this Immortal Path civilization did not have beings above Void Refinement!

Then perhaps he needed to consider whether there were any Humans within the dominion of this race, this Immortal Path civilization; whether the Human Race was oppressed, whether human rights were preserved.

Or perhaps, other weaker races were oppressed by the Horned Demon Tribe.

This was, after all, to fight for the greater good of the Domain’s Righteous Dao and for the racial cause!

In an instant, the thoughts of the crowd fluctuated with fear, desire, excitement; various emotions surged yet only slightly heavy breathing could be heard as no one dared to make any sudden moves.

Gradually,

Jiang Ding’s gaze turned to the Green Wood Daoist Ji Liuyue.

The other Daoists, such as An Tuzi and Heavenly Calculator Daoist, and the remaining eight Immortal Sect Disciples also looked towards the Green Wood Daoist.

Among them, the Qingmu Daoist, who specialized in the ”Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture”, had a stronger affinity for life, not just for the Human Race but also for Demon Beasts, the Demon Race, and even spirits and goblins; she had a natural affinity and favor towards them.

”Jiang Dingzi, could you protect me temporarily?”

Ji Liuyue didn’t refuse; her crisp voice resounded in Jiang Ding’s ears.

This was the instinct of a Green Wood Immortal Sect Disciple.

They would always seek the protection of the strongest individual in their vicinity; this wasn’t shamelessness—the disciples of Green Wood Immortal Sect had their own ways to reciprocate, possessing strong healing and supportive abilities.

Generally speaking, it was a win-win, and most of the time, it did not provoke annoyance.

”Yes, I definitely will.”

Jiang Ding promised, ”Liuyue Zi, as long as we do not face a life or death crisis, I will not abandon you.”

To show his seriousness, he even used an honorific.

”Thank you, Fellow Daoist.”

Ji Liuyue felt reassured; she stepped forward slightly, bowed gracefully, and revealed a charming smile, ”Fellow Daoist, may I ask where you come from?”

”Spine Adi... dig fa...”

The Mingtian Emperor sent out this burst of Spirit Consciousness Fluctuation.

The surrounding Daoist disciples frowned.

They could vaguely make out that it was a structured sequence of Spirit Consciousness Fluctuations and frequencies, but they could not understand the meaning. Some fluctuations of spirit consciousness frequencies were like this in this Domain but meant something entirely different in the stranger’s civilization.

”Fellow Daoist, may I ask where you come from?”

Ji Liuyue seemed not too surprised by this, pondered for a long time, then asked again with a difficult and arcane frequency of Spirit Consciousness Fluctuation—an equally unfamiliar language.

Jiang Ding pondered.

”It is the language of the Horned Demon Race, the former sovereign race of this Domain.”

Immortal Gulin’s voice reached them; he too was observing and understood the significance, taking a deep breath, ”This race has a great resemblance to the Horned Demons in appearance, akin to the difference between primates like monkeys, apes, gorillas, and humans, perhaps from the same civilization.”

”From the same civilization...”

Jiang Ding gently grasped his Longsword hilt.

The Horned Demons of this Domain were known for eagerly keeping intelligent beings like humans, using them for ancestral bloodline sacrifices. The crimes committed against humanity by them were numerous and almost irreconcilable.

”Fa haide han fei, ga da...”

The Mingtian Emperor revealed a puzzled expression as if he understood parts of it but also found it utterly nonsensical.

Qingmu Daoist Ji Liuyue’s eyes flashed with a cold light as she switched to another language and respectfully said, ”Fellow Daoist, may I know your esteemed name so that we may honor you accordingly?”

This language was ancient and full of vicissitudes, naturally carrying a unique rhythm and containing myriad mysteries.

Jiang Ding’s heart stirred.

This time, he did not need anyone else to explain; he could understand the language on his own.

It was an ancient language of the immortals.

It was said to have been widely spoken in the distant ancient times when true immortals ruled the earth, acknowledged by the myriad clans—perhaps not understood by the middle and lower ranks, but certainly by the upper echelons.

The older the legacy, the more likely this was the case.

In the Xianmen Library, there was a heritage of the ancient immortal language, and Jiang Ding had once studied it for the exploration of this Domain.

”Da ga ga express...”

The Mingtian Emperor still looked confused.

Ji Liuyue nodded slightly and stepped back.

”He’s stalling for time; he can understand the ancient immortal language.”

Ji Liuyue’s quiet voice reached the ears of the Nine Great Daoists, ”It seems like he is not a dominating and unparalleled figure from the Domain Sovereign Race? Or perhaps he is a non-top-tier individual within the Domain Sovereign Race? Or maybe...”

There was a thick layer of doubt in her words, and she dared not jump to conclusions lightly.

Domain Sovereign Race, a power.

She had not seen it, but half of it had been witnessed.

The swordsmen from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion were always domineering and unmatched regardless of the enemy or the number of opponents; they would first fight, and if defeated, they would either die or flee, never fearing anything.

And perhaps, the power was just so.”

The surrounding people mentally completed the rest of her thought.

Jiang Ding was also deep in thought.

”Shadow Demon Fellow Daoist,”

A moment later, Jiang Ding’s face showed a gentle smile as he looked at the weakest among the Daoist disciples, the Foundation Establishment Realm Shadow Demon, ”Fellow Daoist, your strength is most appropriate, at the Foundation Establishment Realm, perfectly possessing the combat ability of a Daoist disciple, with an element of deception that can provide some concealment for this Domain. Would you please step forward and exchange a few moves with this Fellow Daoist?”

”Remember, you must be respectful in your conduct; we are all nations of etiquette here, representing the righteousness of myriad races within this Domain.”

He thought it was quite reasonable.

”Why should I?”

The Shadow Demon Daoist coldly snorted, ”Why isn’t it you...”

Clang!

Jiang Ding’s sword was drawn halfway from its sheath.

”You...”

The Shadow Demon Daoist felt a chill in his heart as if he had fallen into an ice cave; his body instinctively trembled, unable even for a Shadow Demon puppet to halt it in the slightest.

Alone, he was not worth mentioning in front of a Great Sun Swordsman.

The rest of his words were left unspoken.

”Save...”

The Shadow Demon Daoist’s eyes sought help from those around him.

An Tuzi, Yu Qianzi, Daoist Wanshou, Xuanwu Daoist, and even Heavenly Calculator Daoist, all had the expression of ’none of my business,’ as they focused inwardly.

This matter required someone to take action.

If the Great Sun Swordsman was weak, they could join forces and threaten him into compromise, but the reality was different, and there had to be some sacrifice—this was unavoidable.

The Shadow Demon Daoist fell silent.

Jiang Ding said nothing, his expression amiable as he slowly drew his longsword. The cold murderous intent did not leak out but instead was entirely focused on the isolated and desperate Shadow Demon Daoist.

The sword was about to be unsheathed.

”I pay my respects,”

”To the supreme Emperor,”

The Shadow Demon Daoist’s face revealed a respectful and fawning smile. He stepped forward and bowed deeply to the Mingtian Emperor, speaking in the ancient immortal language, ”I am of lowly strength and status, admiring the majestic grandeur of the supreme sects. May I receive some guidance? I would be most grateful.”