Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In the howling wind, Jiang Ding concealed his figure as he flew through the sky.

From time to time, birds and white clouds passed in front of him, above him, undisturbed, moving straight through as if they were not in the same world.

”This world... is very special.”

Jiang Ding thought coldly in his heart.

”It’s completely different from any Minor Thousand World of the Xianmen Sect.”

”There are far too many anomalies.”

”Immortal techniques, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, this Da Ai, and Han Lin... he doesn’t really count, everyone has their own secrets and chances, which is not surprising.”

”And then there’s the Blood Spirit Holy Body, the talent of a Taoist disciple, although it cannot compare with that of a true Taoist child, the cultivation afterwards is too poor.”

”So many peculiarities, so many coincidences, there must be something hidden.”

”I need to be even more cautious.”

Jiang Ding quietly assessed his own strength, without any arrogance or recklessness.

”I should be able to defeat a Mid Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator.”

”As long as it’s not an excessively exceptional one, like a Taoist child at the Mid-stage of Spirit Transformation, or an Inheritance Disciple at the same stage.”

”I can defeat a Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, but whether I can kill one is situation-dependent and not certain.”

”I should be able to defeat a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, but the possibility of killing one is very small.”

”Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu doesn’t count, he’s basically useless, doesn’t even have a Fifth Order Formation Dao, and he doesn’t understand the Golded Causality Skills at all, it’s all conferred upon him.”

”His own body and Divine Soul also have many weaknesses, having consumed too many Bloodline later stages, it’s a mess.”

”Slightly induced by the Great Sun Aberrant Force, and he’s like a lamb to the slaughter.”

”As for encountering a Peak Divine Transformation Cultivator, as well as Cultivators between Peak of Hua Shen and Refining Nothingness... I’d better run for my life, and not think about these ifs and buts.”

”The distance between Peak of Hua Shen and Refining Nothingness is bigger than the Solar System. If normally developed, even if I were to ascend to the Nascent Soul, I would still be an ant in front of those eight Refining Nothingness, and escape would still be impossible.”

Jiang Ding was well aware of his own capabilities and didn’t delude himself into thinking he was invincible.

He looked around at the sky in all directions, as well as the earth beneath.

Mountains, rivers, grasslands, and clouds passed before his eyes, as did flying birds, wild beasts, humans, and various Demon races and Demon Beasts below.

A scene of vibrant life, brimming with growth.

”This is the land bound by my order!”

”The entire Northern Plains are.”

Jiang Ding murmured softly, ”After the death of Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu, the rightful Immortal Path of the Northern Plains automatically shifted to me, and everything belongs to me!”

”...The Ice Field Heavenly Monarch of the West Desert, truly unfilial, came to my home, encroached upon my territory, humiliated me, bullied me, killed my subordinates.”

”Indeed, the Cannibal Demon Tribe are all a bunch of heartless beasts.”

”Right, there’s also the Guishan Tie Family; I can’t do anything about you for now, but that Fifth-Order Spiritual Vein is mine!”

”Just wait, when I have the time, I’ll cut off all the spiritual veins around the Guishan Tie Family and divert them to Liudao Sect, restoring here to a Fifth-Order Spiritual Vein.”

”Even if I don’t need it, I can use it to nourish plants and infuriate you...”

The white light of spatial teleportation flickered continuously.

These Nascent Soul-stage teleportation formations were no longer very convenient, requiring multiple transfers in one trip, not quite suitable for Divinity Transformation-stage Cultivators. It was necessary to construct higher standard teleportation formations.

Jiang Ding planned to open the old formations for the flow of materials and people throughout the Northern Plains, thereby boosting the economy, increasing tax revenue, and developing agriculture, Artifact Refining, and Alchemy industries, among others.

”These are continuous sources of income.”

”How much could my annual tax revenue be if I reclaim the entire territory of the Northern Plains?”

Jiang Ding looked forward with anticipation.

Some time later, Jiang Ding returned to Liudao Sect. He did not alarm anyone and scanned the surroundings with his Divine Sense.

Han Lin was still gleefully selecting Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures in the secret hoard, and whenever he came across a cluttered area, he would tidy it up, sorting it by category.

Immortal Yin Dao and others dared not cultivate. Divine Sense constantly scanned both inside and outside the Xianmen Sect, supervising hundreds of thousands of sin-bearing Liudao Sect disciples to prevent them from causing disorder.

As for the cultivators from the Great Sun Sect, and the Tu Shan Maiden Corps, they were still on the road, moving far too slowly, despite the opened teleportation formations.

Especially the Tu Shan Maiden Corps, as their previous orders were to hide at the highest level, with each maid scattered in different remote locations; it was quite troublesome to gather them in a short period of time.

Jiang Ding paid them no mind, heading straight towards the highest peak.

The Primordial Magnetism Spirit Light here was growing stronger and stronger, gradually revealing hints of Primordial Magnet forbidden laws. Many Qi Practicing Phase cultivators completely lost the ability to cast spells in such an environment, and their Divine Sense became useless, causing them great alarm, yet they dared not leave.

With the seal gone, Yin Yang Magneto Spiritless Mountain was reviving.

Atop the ten-thousand-zhang peak,

a pitch-black palace came into view, made entirely of a Fourth Grade Supreme Spiritual Material known as Dark Demon Gold. It was incredibly durable, withstanding the test of many millennia without any damage.

This place was the stronghold of the Liudao Sect, a palace personally refined by the Six Dao Ancestor thousands of years ago, handed down across generations in all its majestic splendor.

Jiang Ding stepped into the deep palace.

Above the ninety-nine steps towered an imposing Dark Demon Throne.

Above the throne, six differently colored vortexes filled with Chaos Qi revolved continuously, each emitting the distinct presence of the Human Dao, Heavenly Man Dao, Asura Path, Hell Dao, Ghost Dao, and Beast Dao.

The six vortexes exerted a tremendous attraction, as if capable of capturing the Vital Souls of cultivators, drawing them in to suffer untold eons.

The treasured legacy of the Liudao Sect, the Six Dao Reincarnation Palace!

Within it lay the inheritance of the Liudao Sect. Only the inheritance disciples of the Liudao Sect could approach; if an outsider were to attempt it, their Divine Soul would be instantly dragged into it, condemned to perpetual reincarnation among the countless ghost servants.

”Such a grand name for just a quasi-Fifth Order Nascent Treasure,”

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

His Divine Sense and Sword Intent surged into the palace, disregarding the Divine Sense Brand left by Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu to obstruct him; he forcefully destroyed it and left his own Divine Sense Brand.

”You will henceforth be called the Dark Demon Palace, as it matches your architectural style very well.”

Hum!

The palace hummed in acknowledgment, displaying a certain level of spirituality.

”So be it.”

”In the future, this place will once again become the center of Immortal Path for the Northern Plains.”

Jiang Ding sat on the Dark Demon Throne.

With his hand on the sword hilt, with Six Paths alternating behind him in reincarnation, cycles of mist and smoke spread throughout the palace, exuding an unfathomable aura.

He closed his eyes slightly, falling into cultivation.

Six months later.

A brief session of cultivation, a cycle of Qi that bypassed many meridian nodes, slowly came to an end, with a nearly imperceptible increase in the Mana within his Elixir Field while the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within a thousand miles gradually stabilized.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

In front of him knelt a dense crowd of stern figures; every one of them was an elite among millions, an Immortal of Nascent Soul among cultivators.

Golden Pill Peak cultivators had no right to even enter this palace.

”Greet,”

”Greet, my Liege!”

”Greet, Swordsman!”

”Greet, Tusen Heavenly Monarch!”

Those gathered from the Righteous Dao, Diabolism, Loose Cultivators, coming from everywhere, had nearly convened all the Human Race Immortals of Nascent Soul from the Northern Plains.

They bowed respectfully, wholeheartedly submitting to their new ruler, the newly born Heavenly Monarch of the Human Race. There was none of the usual infighting and disorder characteristic of the Human Race, and their voices were as one.

Their loud salutations echoed for hundreds of miles, dispersing the dark clouds, enabling the grim skies of the Northern Plains to once again be pierced by streams of light.