Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Within an underground cavern, bloodwater surged in every direction, the scent of blood steaming into the air.

The cavern was immense, spanning dozens of kilometers, filled with the sunken bones of various races—Human Race, Tiger Clan, Bull Clan, and the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan.

The Blood Path treated each living being equally.

Jiang Ding arrived here, revealing his form as a Late Truth-Transforming Stage Wooden Vine Demon with verdant branches flailing wildly.

This Vine Demon was once a ruler of his kind within the Magical Stone Minor Realm, later vanishing without trace.

Some speculated that he might have fled as a Slave Clan member, or perhaps he was taken by someone powerful within the Horned Demon Imperial Clan who fancied the lively heart of a Wooden Vine Demon; there was no definitive outcome.

Thus, Jiang Ding borrowed him for use as an identity.

”Chik!”

Jiang Ding took out a half-human-tall blood egg and threw it into the center of the Blood Lake.

He sat cross-legged, muttering incantations, occasionally releasing a series of Mana Techniques, melting one Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure after another into it, refining this Blood River King-transformed blood egg to make it bend to his will.

The surrounding Blood Lake moved with the Mana Techniques, blood dragons rising and diving into the blood egg, gradually enhancing its aura.

There was no other way; the Blood River King was too weak.

Although he possessed the realm of the Peak of Hua Shen and had decent escaping abilities, his true strength wasn’t much stronger than that of an Early Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator.

With such strength, there was little he could do.

What Jiang Ding intended was to, by the method of refining treasures and puppets, inject various materials to re-refine the Blood River King and enhance his power.

As for this Blood Lake, it was a contingency plan of the Blood River King.

”…Spare…”

”…Spare my life…”

Within the blood egg, a face that was both handsome and eerily beautiful emerged, pressing against the semi-transparent shell, pleading.

”The law of the jungle is your way.”

”You must abide by it, even if this time it’s turned against you.”

Jiang Ding’s expression remained unchanged as he took out a Fifth Order Blood Yang Iron, ignited it with Mana into a pool of scarlet metallic liquid, and poured it into the half-human-tall blood egg. The boiling blood-colored metal caused another scream of agony from within the giant egg.

”Blood River.”

”Rest assured, I won’t kill you.”

”In special circumstances, there are special moralities. Morality indeed is of lesser importance in the face of survival, it’s not appropriate to be too harsh on anything.”

”If you are fortunate enough, you might still survive.”

Jiang Ding said slowly.

He cast another set of Mana Techniques, regardless of whether the Blood River King understood or not, forcibly sending him back into a dormant state, unable to influence anything further.

This was the truth.

Jiang Ding didn’t harbor much antipathy towards the Blood River King.

In this cruel society ruled by the Horned Demon Emperor, the Blood River King had already done well enough, not bothering himself with morality.

No one could stand above and reproach the Blood River King unless they could indeed do better than him.

Should the final war end in victory, Jiang Ding would release him and grant him a truly top-tier Blood Path heritage to compensate his greatly inflated foundation.

Of course, this was the current moral expectation.

If the Domain situation stabilized and the order of the Xianmen Sect and Human Race prevailed, should the Blood River King continue to adhere to his past Blood Path style, then he too would be put to death.

Times have changed.

Jiang Ding, with his mind free of distractions, accelerated the refining process.

The current Jiang Ding stepped out from a hidden state of his divine soul, and began refining his treasures. This was actually quite risky; if a great emperor happened to pass by, there was a 10 to 20 percent chance they could pull him out of hiding.

But alas, as he was infiltrating an alien domain and had things to do, it wasn’t possible to remain in a state of perpetual safety.

In fact, even while in a hidden state of divine soul, there was still risk, for this was the domain of an alien race. Only by quickly completing his mission, achieving the strategic goals of the home domain, and returning to the Xianmen Sect could he truly be considered safe.

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As Jiang Ding was refining his treasure, the war in the Flame Stone Star Domain was raging on.

In just over a decade, Yanliu Imperial Child had already summoned millions of his own race and the Slave Clan armies, surrounding the Magic Vine Minor Realm held by Cangkong Imperial Child to the point where not a drop could seep through.

Faced with such a vast army, Cangkong Imperial Child dared not venture into battle, only able to hold fast within the defensive formations of the realm.

Emboldened by this sight, the armies led by the Yanliu Imperial Child did not rest as they began their assault on the defense formations.

First to enter the fray were the sizable Slave Cultivator armies, commanded by the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivator officers. They faced the most perilous formations of the Magic Vine Minor Realm head-on, wearing down the sharp edge of the formations with their flesh and blood, clearing numerous traps and obstacles for the subsequent attack from the main Horned Demon Imperial Clan army.

Countless strong beings and soldiers from the Fox Tribe, Human Race, Tiger Clan, and the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan fell in battle within the formations. Every moment, tens of thousands of cultivators died, with the scent of blood and wilted vital souls filling the Minor Realm.

Throughout the surrounding Minor Thousand Worlds, legions of Slave Clan Cultivators were in mourning en masse.

Yanliu Imperial Child turned a blind eye.

Should one wave of Slave Clan armies perish, another would be called forth from the rear, their lives deemed inconsequential.

Even in death, the flesh and vital souls of those Slave Race Cultivators were collected by the supervising forces of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan from the rear, serving as raw materials for refining treasures and alchemy, hence nothing wasted.

Under this relentless assault, the defense formations of the Magic Vine Minor Realm belonging to Cangkong Imperial Child were slowly eroded.

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Jiang Ding was also closely monitoring the ongoing great war in the Flame Stone Star Domain through various means.

”The Horned Demon Imperial Clan, they don’t have a heritage similar to the Boundary Formation?”

Jiang Ding was surprised but quickly affirmed something.

The Boundary Formation was a significant hallmark distinguishing the Immortal Sects from lesser sects, capable of controlling the flow of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within a domain, managing natural disasters such as earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, and storms. It could also concentrate the power of an entire realm for use against enemies, providing a certain level of empowerment to those at the Refinement Void Level.

Truly a masterpiece of the Immortal Path that integrated production and combat.

However, the Horned Demon Imperial Clan had not developed anything similar.

”Excellent.”

”Good news.”

Jiang Ding felt reassured: ”The Horned Demon Imperial Clan, this civilization of the Immortal Path has finally revealed a technological shortcoming far inferior to our home domain. It holds clear strategic value.”

He noted down this observation, planning to report it back later.

Those Masters of Refining Nothingness, all shrewd and seasoned, would surely find ways to maximize the advantage this presented.

”Solidify!”

Amidst his racing thoughts, the Mana Technique Jiang Ding had been sustaining for over a decade gradually came to a halt.

Buzz!

The surrounding lands hummed and trembled, as vast amounts of blood essence and metallic filaments surged towards him, almost revealing thousands of kilometers-wide Blood Path phenomena, all of which were absorbed by the surrounding Formation Methods, preventing any influence on the outside world.

Several hours later, the tumultuous phenomena gradually ceased.

There, in a cave dried of its Blood Lake, stood a white-haired, devilishly handsome Blood-Robed Cultivator, his entire being exuding an extremely sharp and bloodthirsty aura, as if he would not rest until he had slaughtered all beings under the heavens.