Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1293: Chapter 1261: The Magic Stone Clan Ruling the Minor Thousand World

Jiao Ming Domain.

Countless spatial teleportation white lights burst forth, the starry waves rolled like tides, and countless hazy runes emerged.

After a long while, the space stabilized. A radiant sun with a diameter of ninety thousand kilometers appeared between heaven and earth, radiating infinite brilliance, adding a touch of warmth to the cold, silent starry sky of Jiao Ming Domain.

“Jiao Ming Domain,”

“So I’ve come here once again…”

Jiang Ding gazed into the distance for a long time, a trace of nostalgia surfacing on his face.

He spent a period here that was worth remembering—Yanliu Imperial Child, Cangkong Imperial Child, Cangyan Ancient Emperor’s Son, Ming Tian Ancient Prince… all of them were interesting people who brought him much joy—or rather, difficulties.

“Vice Marshal,”

“You might frequent this place in the future, especially if you advance to Refining Nothingness.”

Gu Lin Heavenly Monarch added from the side, “If everything goes smoothly, Xianmen Sect might experience a political division between east and west capitals. The Xianmen’s Mother Planet cannot afford to be lost—it concerns our homeland and retreat path. Naturally, abandoning it like the Eight Great Immortal Sects relocating their capitals won’t be an option.”

“In Jiao Ming Domain’s Medium Thousand World, there will naturally need to be a political center established.”

“If you achieve Refining Nothingness in the future, you might be appointed by Xianmen Sect as a military commander for one of its armies—perhaps for the Xianmen Sect Jiao Ming Domain Army.”

“Refining Nothingness… that’s still a distant matter.”

Jiang Ding lightly shook his head.

Suddenly, something crossed his mind.

“Speaking of retreat paths, Dharma-Ending City—our protection around it feels inadequately secured.”

“There are significant leaks in information security. The fact that the concept of Dharma-Ending City exists within both our Divine Souls is truly inappropriate.

If faced with a higher-tier, overwhelmingly strong enemy that forces Xianmen Sect into total evacuation, someone being captured could compromise our foundation, leading to the sect’s complete annihilation.”

“I think a regulation should be enforced to delete such concepts from our Divine Souls.”

“If even we are unaware, then stronger enemies won’t be able to discover them either.”

“This…”

Gu Lin Heavenly Monarch froze, then his expression turned solemn as he slowly nodded.

During past eras, the strength of the Eight Great Immortal Sects was well-known, but now there’s an increasing risk of encountering more advanced Immortal Tao Civilizations. The current security regulations are no longer sufficient.

In matters of survival and retreat paths, one can never be too cautious.

“Speaking of deleting information from Divine Souls, it seems I recall something. I might have actively deleted a piece of information from my Divine Soul hundreds or thousands of years ago—apparently related to a major Xianmen Sect plan.”

Jiang Ding fell into contemplation as a blank section appeared within his Divine Soul’s memory.

Yet it hadn’t been damaged; the annotated region of his Divine Soul confirmed it as his own doing, set to be restored when specific conditions were met.

It was—indeed—a very important matter.

Gu Lin Heavenly Monarch did not reply.

The Dari Swordsman’s authority within Xianmen Sect far exceeded hers. Many matters would only be known to him, leaving others no way to suggest or inquire; Xianmen Sect’s confidentiality policies also enforced such limits.

“Forget it—since it was my own doing, there’s no point in forcing it.”

Jiang Ding abandoned the attempt to recall as his gaze shifted toward a glimmering star in the distance, its aura felt somewhat familiar.

In the Immortal Path’s domain, such stars were often not celestial bodies. They might be heavenly constellations, powerful lifeforms, or even Minor Thousand Worlds.

This star belonged to the latter—a realm known as Magical Stone Minor Realm, once the ancestral land of the Flame Stone Great Emperor’s family.

After a joint attack by the Jiuling Domain Immortal Sect Alliance, this Minor Thousand World was annexed as war spoils by Xianmen Sect. For a time, it provided abundant Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasure and Spirit Stones. However, rebellion later ensued under the instigation of the Shadow Demon Abyss, leading to massive slaughter of civilians by its ruling people—the Magic Rock Clan.

Dari Heavenly Pond didn’t hesitate; he headed straight toward this Minor Thousand World.

“Come now,”

“Let me see what kind of strength one possesses—those who dare to massacre civilians…”

Jiang Ding murmured.

…

Magical Stone Minor Realm.

Demon Flame Emperor Palace.

This was once the ancestral land of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Flame Stone Great Emperor’s family. After transitioning to Xianmen’s ruling center, it ultimately became Demon Flame Emperor Palace—the homeland of the Magic Rock Clan, where Demon Flame Sacred City now resides.

For hundreds of years, in the hearts of many Magic Rock Clan members, this place was the Magic Rock Emperor Clan—yes, that’s how they referred to themselves. It was the birthplace of countless heroes of the Magic Rock Clan, eternally cherished by its people, revered as their life’s sole goal.

The rulers of the Magic Rock Clan frequently hosted grand, riotous feasts here, indulging in wine and laughter—sometimes lasting decades.

These feasts were referred to as the Demon Flame Gala.

Among the Magic Rock Clan, only the rulers, their descendants, and the elites of the clan could partake in such festivities, savoring countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures while being envied by other clans and the Slave Clan.

“Drink up…”

“Hahaha!”

“Who would have thought our clan could rise to this day? The lowly Horned Demon Imperial Clan once enslaved us, defying heaven itself, and now they’ve met their wretched fate!”

In the resplendent palace originally belonging to the Flame Stone family of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, three or four rulers laughed uproariously, danced wildly, and lifted massive wine jars the size of mountains. They poured river-like fragrant wine down their bottomless gullets.

“Urgh…”

Another ruler of the Magic Rock Clan scooped up an entire Little Mountain piled high with elixirs, chewing vigorously as the medicinal aroma spread throughout.

A different ruler indulged ravenously in fragrant tiger meat—food previously reserved solely for the nobility of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan—devouring it without a care, never seeming to get enough…

Such ostentation reeked of newfound wealth and vulgarity.

By comparison, the Nascent Soul Golden Core elites of the Magic Rock Clan showcased far more elegant table manners, exuding a calm, composed aura.

“Demon Fire, you lot are too crude—don’t set a bad example for the younger generation.”

The strongest figure of the Magic Rock Clan—the former friend of Blood River King and steadfast servant of Emperor Yanliu—Demon Mountain King, chided with a laugh.

He was now the strongest of the clan, overseer of a Minor Thousand World, exuding a dignified and heavy aura, a stark contrast to his past servility before Emperor Yanliu, now revered as the clan’s ancestor.

“Big Brother, why bother?”

Demon Fire King roared with laughter, sweeping his gaze across the numerous Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, spiritual elixirs, and delicacies around him. “Think of us brothers—once mere servants, toiling for the Horned Demon Imperial Clan our entire lives. Who could’ve imagined today’s bliss?”

“So what if we’re crude?”

“Look at Mo Wu and the others, pretending to be noble and putting on airs of aristocratic manners. Isn’t that all nonsense? Is this how our Magic Rock Clan rose to power?”

He referred to the younger generation of the Magic Rock Clan around them.

These juniors were born into wealth and privilege, growing up during the clan’s peak prosperity. Having endured no hardships, with servants aplenty and Heavenly Materials always at their disposal, they carried themselves with an innate aura of royal aristocracy.

Although they would never dare voice it openly, nor express it to their companions, deep in the shadowy corners of their hearts lay a faint disdain for these rulers’ uncouth and nouveau-riche demeanor—a quiet contempt.

Such dim thoughts, of course, couldn’t escape the immense Divine Sense of the kings.

“Ancestors!”

“We admit our mistake!”

A vast circle of Magic Rock Clan youths turned pale, kneeling in unison, like collapsing mountains. One after another, massive rock-fire giants, dozens of meters tall, knelt down trembling uncontrollably.