Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1310: Chapter 1278: Acquiring the Harmonization Treasured Bone Emperor Hammer

Boom!

Rumble!

Tens of thousands of ship cannons fired beams of dazzling light simultaneously. Two Emperor Sons and dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators revealed frenzy in their eyes, madly pushing their mana to guide their treasures into lethal strikes.

The entire battlefield, with tens of millions of cultivators, focused their attacks entirely on the Steel Bone King.

Some Nascent Soul cultivators even burned their essence blood, unwilling to lag behind in the slightest, as if possessed.

At this moment, the Steel Bone King was no longer seen as an enemy, but rather as glittering Spirit Stones, radiant Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, and the unyielding path forward on the Dao.

“Skull Blood Imperial Clan!”

“Imperial Clan…”

The Steel Bone King wept bitterly.

He burned his essence blood, pouring all his mana into the Bone Emperor Hammer, swinging this final, treasured weapon of the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan with relentless and tragic ferocity at all his enemies.

Boom!

The combined assault drowned the Silver Light Skeleton holding the Bone Emperor Hammer.

The attacks of millions of cultivators landed on a single individual.

The Steel Bone King’s body froze abruptly.

Crack!

Starting from his silver metallic arms that tightly gripped the Bone Emperor Hammer, fissures appeared and spread, splintering limb by limb.

The fracturing extended from his arms to his ribcage, to his spine, down to his heels, and finally to his most resilient skull.

Every bone shattered, and even his flickering Divine Soul crumbled to nothingness, scattered into ash.

“Imperial Clan…”

The Steel Bone King’s gaze dimmed completely, and he died with regret.

Never to be reincarnated.

All the Skull Blood Vine Demons who could transfer his Divine Soul had already died, exterminated first. And even if there were more skeletons alive, the Immortal Sect-level forces were far from incapable of counteracting soul transfers.

In the end, everything comes down to the high-level contest between the civilizations of the Immortal Tao. There are no insurmountable rules or advantages, no undefeatable abilities.

Countless fragments of silver, radiant bones scattered, falling across the starry sky.

Many Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators revealed expressions of desire and greed.

These were fifth-rank top-grade materials.

With these, they could refine treasures, especially treasures for attack and defense — Primordial Spirit Treasures — significantly enhancing the power of their Life Treasures, giving them tremendous advantages in confrontations between those of the same realm and in survival scenarios.

Moreover, these represented battle merits — a heavy reward from Immortal Sect-level forces.

However, no one dared step forward to claim the spoils of war.

There was no sign of chaos or infighting; the millions-strong conscripted army maintained utmost order and reverence.

In the past, it was not unheard of for individuals to scramble for the spoils of war — it was part of the life of cultivators across the Ten Thousand Clans, an ingrained habit, almost instinctual.

But those people, ultimately, all perished.

All spoils were surrendered to the collective, distributed based on battle merits.

This was an unshakable iron law of the Immortal Sect armies, a bottom line that must be upheld, even if this entire Conscripted Army was annihilated. The same principle applied to the Immortal Gate Citizen Fleet.

Strict military laws, paired with fair distribution, ensured absolute discipline within the Immortal Gate Recruitment Fleet.

All Nascent Soul cultivators restrained their greed, painfully diverting their gaze from the fragments of silver bones, even though some of those fragments might contain treasures belonging to the so-called “Steel Bone Heavenly King,” the “Master of the Ten Thousand Clans.” Treasures stored within these remains could potentially make a Nascent Soul cultivator unimaginably rich, bursting with Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures.

Every Nascent Soul cultivator’s focus fell upon an ancient, timeworn bone hammer, their throats tightening as they swallowed nervously.

This bone hammer bore traces of withered yellow hues, having endured countless eons. Aged and dim in its Spiritual Light, it still emitted an undeniable aura of a peerless treasure.

The Steel Bone King couldn’t even wield one ten-thousandth of its power, yet it was sufficient for him to dominate the Emperor Realm and defeat numerous opponents stronger than himself.

Even under the combined strike of millions of cultivators from the Conscripted Army, space had dissolved, and order had shattered. Life and matter ceased to exist, yet the Bone Emperor Hammer remained unchanged — still ancient and unassuming in appearance.

Its dimmed Spiritual Light was not because it had suffered any grievous injury, but because its wielder had perished.

In the fleeting instant of the Steel Bone King’s death, the space around the Bone Emperor Hammer grew hazy. Countless Tao Rules emerged, like a law net, as the solid hammer began to dissolve, fading like a mirage.

This was the Dao Merging Treasure of a race’s inheritance!

A treasure imbued with such profound heritage was near-impossible to retain without mastery of exceptionally potent Harmonization methods, coupled with advanced skills in artifact refining and breaking restrictions.

Years ago, when the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan was defeated and driven to extinction, all skeletons turned to dust, yet this treasure of their inheritance had not been lost. It was instead captured by the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

Centuries ago, it appeared as though the Steel Bone King had chanced upon the Bone Emperor Hammer through sheer luck.

That was entirely false — the Bone Emperor Hammer had willingly appeared near him, near the Emperor Son of his race.

In the same location, anyone else could try their luck a million times and never glimpse the Bone Emperor Hammer’s shadow.

“Bone Emperor Hammer!”

“Here!”

“Come here, come here, come to me, look at me…”

Hua Teng called gently, her voice soft and tender, beckoning repeatedly.

The Dao Merging Treasure, the Bone Emperor Hammer!

This artifact held immense importance for the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan. It could facilitate the birth of more tribe members, grant them Qi Ling, greatly enhance the capabilities of their skeleton army formations, provide invaluable insights into understanding the Order of Bones and the Rules of Bones, and contained vast Harmonization inheritance…

Buzz!

The Bone Emperor Hammer trembled slightly, stabilizing from its vanishing, illusory state.

But it did not fly toward Hua Teng.

The hammer’s body flickered with Spiritual Light, over and over again, lingering in hesitation. Within it, the thoughts and logic of generations of Skull Blood Emperors emerged — thoughts laden with judgment and discernment, legacies left behind by the countless tribe leaders who had followed the Ancient Divine Path’s Divine Monarch, battling in unknown realms.

They had detected the discrepancies in this Skull Blood Emperor Son.

“I am the last generation’s Skull Blood Emperor Son!”

“There are no restrictions on my Divine Soul that allow others to control my life or death!”

“This starry sky is about to be engulfed by the Immortal Sect’s order. An independent Skull Blood Emperor Son cannot emerge; such a figure would be eliminated on sight. I am your only choice!”

Hua Teng spoke rapidly, listing various reasons.

“Traitor…”

“A traitor who slaughtered her own kind…”

The Bone Emperor Hammer did not yield. Furious roars echoed from within — one voice, yet seemingly overlapping with dozens of others. These were the lingering wills of past Skull Blood Emperors, brimming with killing intent.

“I am not a traitor.”

“The Steel Bone King was courting death. He betrayed the Immortal Sect and brought ruin upon our race’s promising future. I am the correct choice. I am both Human and Skull Blood Vine Demon. The most exceptional and morally upright Skull Blood Vine Demons are, by nature, Immortal Sect Humans.”

Hua Teng retorted emphatically.

“Absurd! Utterly shameless!”

“The dignity and honor of a race…”

“…A tragedy for our kind…”

“…Traitor…”

The will within the Bone Emperor Hammer raged on, its furious insults descending into madness and chaos.

“Silence!”

“Enough! Shut up, all of you!”

“What’s a few dead skeletons worth? They aren’t even citizens.”

Hua Teng interrupted the overlapping voices without hesitation, saying disdainfully, “Don’t lecture me about how many of your own you butchered during your rise to power — dissenters, challengers, all of them.”

“What nonsense about traitors. Laughable!”

“If killing the likes of the Steel Bone King makes me a traitor, then you’re all traitors without exception.”

“And as for honor, what honor?!”

“At your peak, you were nothing more than slaves of the Ancient Divine Path. Don’t think I don’t know. You couldn’t even control your own lives. What honor are you prattling about?”

“At least after my moral and ethical evaluation scored a perfect hundred and twenty points, the Immortal Sect didn’t place restrictions on my Divine Soul!”

“Honor…”

The furious voices within the Bone Emperor Hammer abruptly faltered, momentarily at a loss for words.

“What’s it going to be? Make up your mind,” Hua Teng pressed again.

“…”

The Bone Emperor Hammer remained silent for a long time.

Moments later, it ceased its vanishing act and wavered toward Hua Teng, landing beside her ear and transforming into a delicate, exquisite earring.