Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1309: Chapter 1277: The Annihilation of the Ten Thousand Clans’ Allied Forces

Boom!

Rumble!

The rebellion suppression war in the starry sky was raging intensely.

The Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs charged into the fray, fighting and clashing with deadly force. Occasionally, they joined forces to shatter their enemies’ magic. Meanwhile, in the rear, the Xianmen Sect’s massive conscripted army fleet roared continuously. Each salvo inevitably claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands of alien soldiers or ended a few Divinity Transformation Cultivators.

Even the True Monarchs of the Xianmen Sect, commanding the fleet, had the leisure to focus the ship cannons on the Steel Bone King, breaking several of his ribs as he fought fiercely against two great Emperors’ heirs, forcing him to retreat under heavy bombardment.

He was filled with boundless rage, even entertaining the desire to bypass the obstruction of the two Emperor heirs and smash those horrifying yet weak ants with his Bone Emperor Hammer.

But alas, such thoughts were futile.

In the face of the countless ship cannons and the relentless assault of the two Emperor heirs, even with the supreme seventh-ranked Harmonization artifact of the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan in his grasp, the Steel Bone King found it useless. He was driven back repeatedly, his spiritual light dimming more and more with each retreat.

During a fleeting pause in battle, the Steel Bone King glanced around and felt an even deeper sense of dread in his heart.

His side was already at a disadvantage.

And the situation around him was collapsing!

The Blood River King, leading several dozen Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs, charged endlessly under the cover of numerous ship cannons. The Blood Light Sword Formation unfolded, one devastating strike after another. The army formations worked together seamlessly, displaying combat prowess in moments that even surpassed that of the two Human Race Emperor heirs. They crushed hundreds of alien sovereigns and routed the disorganized coalition of the Ten Thousand Clans.

Sovereigns of the Ten Thousand Clans kept falling one after another.

The coalition forces of the Ten Thousand Clans were dying like ants, their deaths piling up endlessly. Cultivators of Nascent Soul, Golden Pill, and Foundation Establishment—considered elite in a Minor Thousand World—were dying by the tens of thousands in an utterly meaningless fashion. Corpses were strewn everywhere, blending into the background, unnoticeable from the chaos.

The so-called billions-strong coalition forces of the Ten Thousand Clans couldn’t muster their collective strength in any coordinated manner. Against the assault of the Xianmen Sect’s conscripted army fleet, they were utterly powerless and appeared like a lumbering, oversized, obese giant struggling to take even a single step.

Under the cover of endless barrages, the Blood River King began to transcend mortal limits!

With one slash of his sword, several Spirit Transformation Cultivators fell.

With another strike, an entire army of a single race collapsed, their formations shattered, their forces annihilated by the ship cannons.

The chaotic and uncoordinated attacks of the Ten Thousand Clans coalition posed no significant threat to them whatsoever.

Faced with this horrifying scale of casualties, the cultivators of the coalition forces began to succumb to fear, their morale plunging to rock bottom. In many places, soldiers started to flee en masse, though they were reluctantly held together, barely, under the strict orders and threatening restrictions imposed by their sovereigns.

But now, even the sovereigns of the Ten Thousand Clans were falling one after another!

Sovereigns—vital to a race’s survival.

Without their sovereigns, a race was doomed to extinction. External foes would show no mercy, and even within the coalition, allied races would not hesitate to annihilate them, swallowing them piece by piece.

Under such circumstances, many sovereigns of the Ten Thousand Clans began to despair and even contemplated surrender.

But alas, the Xianmen Sect had made it clear: all who directly or indirectly participated in the slaughter would face death without exception, with no pardon granted. Even surrender would not be accepted. This was the only reason the coalition forces were still holding on, unwilling to give up entirely.

Yet, even this fragile resolve had its limits, collapsing rapidly under the relentless toll of death.

The conclusion was now abundantly clear.

Without a miracle, the coalition forces of the Ten Thousand Clans were on the brink of defeat. Every race involved in the rebellion would pay a dreadful price, one so blood-soaked that even their sovereigns dared not imagine it.

“Hua Teng!”

“You are the Emperor heir of the Skull Blood Emperor Clan!”

The Steel Bone King, teetering on the edge of despair, roared in anger: “Why are you helping the Human Race? Why do you willingly serve as their slave?”

“Come back!”

“Don’t be deceived by their enslavement! Join me, fight by my side!”

“This is the path you should be walking.”

He begged, his voice cracking with despair, “You are stronger than me. You should become the Emperor of the Skull Blood Vine Demons. The Bone Emperor Hammer should be in your hands. The foundations of the Skull Blood Emperor Clan should be entrusted to you. As long as you lead the clan back to greatness, restoring the glory of our ancestors, I swear allegiance to you. What do you say?”

“Return to us!”

His voice trembled as he pleaded.

“Foolishness!”

“You imbecile!”

Hua Teng’s expression remained cold.

The thousand bone swords surrounding him howled even more intensely, slicing through layers of space and shattering bone chains one after another with dreadful gray-white sword-light.

“I am of the Human Race!”

“Steel Bone, you are a lowly Skull Blood Vine Demon. You had a chance to become Human, but you gave it up. You fell, and now you seek to drag me down with you.”

“How utterly foolish?”

Hua Teng’s icy voice cut through the battlefield: “You have doomed the entire Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan!”

“Under the Xianmen Sect’s light, the Skull Blood Vine Demons could have thrived freely within the boundaries of its law. Beyond that law, not even the Xianmen Sect’s Emperor would have executed an innocent demon without reason.”

“Such a life—living securely under the Immortal Sect Law—wouldn’t it have been far better than wandering precariously between the Domains, never a moment of peace?”

“Moreover, the exceptional among the Skull Blood Vine Demons could have ascended to become Human, earning a status far surpassing that of the former Skull Blood Emperor Clan. They could become true Domain Overlords.”

“Now, the future, the path—what remains?”

“Since that’s the case, why did you betray them?”

“You accursed fool!”

Hua Teng’s voice brimmed with anger: “Do you even realize your existence caused my ‘Thoughts and Morality’ score to drop four points? It’s about to fall below one hundred and thirty!”

“You damned idiot!”

Whoosh!

Hua Teng brought his hands together. Countless bone swords converged, condensing into a singular terrifying bone blade in his grip. With an overwhelming aura, he slashed at the Steel Bone King’s skull, forcing him back. Deep sword marks etched into the Steel Bone King’s skull, terrifying and grim.

The Xianmen Sect’s “Thoughts and Morality.”

A concept not just tied to the Dao Heart but also tied to a complex system of evaluations rooted in character background, personal history, and narrative reflection—one of the Xianmen Sect’s wisdom crystallized from millennia of refinement.

The betrayal of the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan undoubtedly affected the moral assessment score for every clansman.

“I, an idiot?”

“You’re mad! Simply mad!”

“Madness!”

The Steel Bone King roared with heart-wrenching despair: “You’ve fallen under the Human Race’s ‘Dao Heart Demon Enslavement Sutra’ spiritual prohibition. Your Divine Soul has been lost, and now you’re caught in such laughable, childish delusions.”

“Is the heavens truly intent on destroying the Skull Blood Emperor Clan?”

“I am unwilling!”

His voice trembled with despair and exhaustion.

But no matter how the Steel Bone King raged, the tide of battle continued to tilt rapidly and irreversibly against him.

The Xianmen Sect’s conscript army fleet roared ceaselessly, as Blood River King led the Divinity Transformation Cultivators into unrelenting slaughter, killing sovereigns one after another, obliterating alien army formations one by one. Tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of foreign-clan cultivators perished, flooding the starry sky with rivers of blood, while heaps of bones mounted endlessly.

This blood-soaked battlefield was nothing short of sacred ground for cultivators of the Blood Path.

Amidst the endless death, the cultivators of the coalition forces, though mighty, were still living beings—not mere machines. Sovereigns, too, were mortal beings, and even they had their limits.

At a certain moment.

“Run, escape…”

“Flee while there’s still a chance, find the Eight Great Immortal Sects—it might be our only hope.”

A sovereign of the Mountain Rock Giant Clan gave his life to shield his kinsmen from a vicious blood-red blade. His immense body shattered into two halves.

In his final moments, he turned to the last surviving sovereign of his clan—his youngest son—and said, “Our clan has reached its end… survive… if you can.”

His Divine Soul was obliterated by the sword intent within the blood-red light.

Bang!

His final spiritual light detonated, scattering into countless particles of brilliance, dissolving into nothingness.

“Father!”

The last sovereign of the Mountain Rock Giant Clan cradled his father’s crumbled stone remains, tears streaming like rivers.

His memory drifted back to that day.

On that day, his father, after long hesitation, had finally made the decision to slaughter the Demon School’s populace. Filled with righteous spirit, he declared to him that the Mountain Rock Giant Clan would become rulers of a Domain, free forever, never to be enslaved by anyone ever again.

“Never again oppressed by anyone or any race!”

“Freedom!”

That day, his father’s eyes burned with hope, his elation unmistakably genuine.

That pure joy was a sight he had never seen before.

Yet now, his father’s body lay shattered like rubble, impossible to revive.

Rage boiled within this last Mountain Rock Giant sovereign, almost crazed by hatred, his every thought screaming to consume all his remaining energy in one final, desperate battle.

But in the end, reason still prevailed.

The Mountain Rock Giant sovereign took one cold glance at the battlefield, gathered several hundred of the most talented members of his clan, said not another word, and entirely abandoned the battlefield, burning his Essence Blood to make a furious escape outward.

“He’s fleeing!”

“The Mountain Rock Giant sovereign has fled!”

This sight shook the hearts of many of the still-struggling coalition sovereigns.

Some still held on, desperate for a miracle.

After all, the Domain Starry Sky was no place for sovereigns to survive—leaving the Minor Thousand World was near-certain death over time.

But others heaved a deep sigh, taking a small number of their clansmen with them as they chose a crazed, immediate retreat without hesitation.

The latter were becoming more and more numerous, propelling the situation toward utter collapse.

In the end, even those who had previously been holding on bitterly began to escape in all directions, their faces darkened by resignation, abandoning everything.

The fight no longer held any meaning.

Collapse.

The battlefield had completely collapsed!

The sovereigns of the Ten Thousand Clans, their coalition forces—everything fell apart as countless cultivators fled in madness, their formations shattered entirely like headless flies, devoid of any threat.

“Kill!”

The Blood River King gave the order to disengage from the pursuit and turned his forces toward surrounding the Steel Bone King.

Boom!

At the same time, the Xianmen Sect’s massive fleet of millions of conscript ships, their cannons charging energy for this very moment, unleashed another salvo. Tens of thousands of ship cannons fired in unison, all targeting the Steel Bone King.

In that instance, all attention, all attacks on this battlefield converged solely upon him!

Death descended, unmistakable and inescapable.

“No!”

“The glory of the Skull Blood Emperor Clan…”

The Steel Bone King’s howl resonated with blood and sorrow.

…

Meanwhile.

Amidst the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, a green-clothed youth bathed in dazzling light opened his eyes for the first time, gazing at the distant battlefield, his sight piercing into the far reaches of the starry sky.

There, nine figures were slowly emerging.

“Interesting.”

“How intriguing…”

Jiang Ding finally stood, his thoughts silent yet deliberate: “The Eight Great Immortal Sect disciples still dare appear in front of me? Truly unexpected. I had thought that my future rivals of the same rank would only exist in the Upper Realm or the unknown expanses of the starry sky.”

“Now it seems I underestimated the brilliance of the human world.”

“Perhaps there may yet be some surprises after all?”