Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1311: Chapter 1279: It’s so great to see nine fellow Daoists!

Accompanied by the Dao Merging Treasure falling into Hua Teng’s hands, everyone’s faces revealed greed and jealousy.

Yet reason told them that this terrifying treasure held its own will. Even if they grasped it in their hands, it would serve no purpose—on the contrary, they would face instantaneous death.

“Report to the Commander of the Military Police Headquarters,”

Hua Teng promptly submitted her report: “This battle trophy has been seized, but for now, I am unable to transfer it from my hand. I lack such capability. I request the Xianmen Sect to resolve this as soon as possible, so it can be distributed according to battle merits.”

All seized items must be contributed to the collective; she neither forgot nor dared to forget this rule.

“Director of the Total Education Ministry.”

“I have received your application and am currently forwarding it upward.”

The commander of the Army Military Police Department, undeniably an Immortal Gate True Monarch, softened his expression somewhat. “According to the Immortal Sect’s military law, capturing this Dao Merging Treasure grants you the highest battle merit. As per the Conscription Army’s current regulations, you are entitled to ownership of twenty to twenty-two percent of this treasure.”

“Formal reward notifications will follow shortly.”

Officers and soldiers in the Conscription Army only receive one-third of the spoils compared to Immortal Sect Citizen soldiers. Should any Immortal Sect Citizen personally capture a Dao Merging Treasure on the battlefield, they are entitled to over sixty percent of its ownership.

This was a blatant distinction.

Citizens and non-citizens are inherently different.

“Understood!”

Hua Teng saluted.

No trace of resentment lingered.

Within the domain, all factions prioritize their core members, granting them complete ownership. Let alone this terrifying Dao Merging Treasure—no servant would receive even a sliver.

At most, they might be rewarded with some Divine Transformation Pills or treasured artifacts. That would be the grace of their masters.

The Xianmen Sect adhering strictly to military law and distributing everything, including Dao-related treasures, without a shred of embezzlement was unheard of.

Given this, harboring discontent would be foolish—to mistake the brutal, frosty domain as a space for indulgent whims, or to misinterpret the many cold-hearted Immortal Path forces as indulgent parents, assuming that throwing tantrums could grant one everything.

Such foolish individuals—infants at heart—deserved elimination and death, as no one would humor them.

“A Dao Merging Treasure…”

Everyone looked at Hua Teng enviously—their gazes aflame with jealousy, nearly drowning her in their emotions.

Meanwhile, many began to dream of attaining citizenship, fantasizing about the privileges, the acceptance, even the possibility of engaging in equal conversation with the Great Emperor, discussing the Dao, and enjoying unimaginable benefits that seemed like a dream come true.

“Seize the spoils and clean the battlefield!”

“Repair and recuperate for a few years. Then continue advancing, reclaiming the numerous Minor Thousand Worlds already lost to their sovereigns…”

The Immortal Gate True Monarchs commanding various Starry Sky Corps issued their orders.

Every one of them was jubilant. As citizens, these True Monarchs reap the full share of battle merits. One pacification campaign, and each of them had earned a fortune.

“Yes!”

The various Heavenly Monarchs, True Monarchs, and Golden Core Foundation Building Cultivators were full of enthusiasm, their spirits ablaze.

With this victory, the upcoming battles would be mere sweeping operations—a harvest of battle merits and opportunities, allowing each of them to amass wealth that would otherwise take centuries of peace to gather.

Morale within the army surged to its peak, burning fervently like fire.

Then, the world abruptly fell silent.

Buzz!

The heavens and earth shook intensely.

One aura, two auras, three auras… a total of nine heavy, chilling, and terrifying presences descended upon the world, enveloping tens of thousands of kilometers, freezing the entire realm—including millions of cultivators and victorious iron-blooded warriors—rendering them stiff.

A power transcending Divinity Transformation but not yet reaching Refining Nothingness pressed upon the realm.

Under this power, the so-called millions of proud warriors and valiant generals, with their bloodthirsty vigor, became meaningless ants—unable to move even a finger, only able to display the utmost terror in their eyes.

Order!

This was order!

Furthermore, it was nine exceptionally strong and horrifying orders, far exceeding the order held by the Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s strongest Ancient Prince Ming Tian. At the same cultivation realm, any one of them could crush Ming Tian Ancient Prince with a single finger.

And now, such individuals had appeared—nine of them!

What was even more terrifying was that these nine individuals formed an even more horrifying army formation, combining their powers and invoking sheer dread that left no room for resistance, obliterating any hope of fighting back—the disparity was too vast.

“An Emperor!”

“No, an Ancient Imperial Son… No, an Ancient Prince… No, no…”

Hua Teng stood frozen.

Using all her strength, she turned laboriously, facing those nine terrifying figures with eyes full of fright.

Daoist disciples!

Daoist disciples of the Human Race!

They were beings far beyond the Ancient Princes—entities on an entirely different level.

At this moment, not only Hua Teng, but also the Bone Imperial Hammer fell into silence.

Initially, regarding the Xianmen Sect’s “battle trophy distribution,” it was furious, hesitating endlessly, even considering abandoning Hua Teng and departing.

But now, it had ceased its words, quietly hanging from Hua Teng’s earlobe, becoming utterly docile.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm…”

A gentle voice reached the ears of the countless conscription army cultivators.

The Immortal Gate True Monarchs commanding the various corps subconsciously accepted the instructions conveyed by the voice.

At that moment, an unknown force spread, permeating every army formation, every rune. Instantly, the reaction speed of the countless conscription soldiers’ Divine Souls, their coordinated actions, and the complexity of their army formations surged dramatically.

Not by a mere few-fold, but by over ten-fold, even exceeding twenty-fold!

Instantaneously, the entire conscription army transformed—from soft cotton to solid steel. Their aura shifted entirely, now indifferent to the presence of the Ancient Princes.

Even under the overwhelming pressure of the Nine Great Daoists, they were no longer afraid. The paralysis vanished, and they returned to normalcy. The concentrated strength of their combined military formations reflexively targeted one of the Nine Great Daoists.

Only one. No more dared.

“So weak…”

Gu Lin Heavenly Monarch sighed inwardly.

Without the massive citizen fleet at her side, she likely couldn’t even defeat the weakest Immortal Sect Dao Child, whereas before, supported by the fleet, she could contend with two or three of them without losing.

However, this didn’t change the course of the battle.

Buzz!

Boom!

The heavens trembled, and the space rippled like waves.

A brilliant Great Sun rose in the Domain Starry Sky, its radiance blotting out the sky and covering everything—overshadowing the boundless stars, rendering all existence under heaven and earth negligible.

This terrifying light of destruction instantly dispelled the Nine Great Daoists’ pressure.

Not only did it dispel, but the destructive brilliance swept outward layer by layer, inch by inch erasing the Nine Great Daoists’ pressure, order, and domain. It sealed their retreat, enveloping their nine fields layer by layer, leaving no gaps.

Crack!

Crack!

Under the rays of annihilation, the nine terrifying order fields began collapsing and dissipating inch by inch—dissolving with alarming speed, disappearing like snow under the scorching midday sun.

“Such…”

Hua Teng and the others were nearly suffocated.

At this moment, those nine intimidating figures were no longer present. All their mysterious brilliance had vanished, transforming them into frail and pitiable birds in a cage, doomed to be swallowed by the terrifying tide of destruction.

“This power!”

“Nine Heavens Spiritual Domain! Activate!”

Heavenly Calculator Daoist exclaimed, his face pale with fright.

Buzz!

The Nine Great Daoists’ order fields intertwined, overlapping, reforming—numerous hazy runes scattered in all directions, endlessly birthing and extinguishing. The nine orders alternated and intertwined, combining with Upper Realm legacies. Within this convergence emerged a power akin to, though not identical to, actual rules.

Only then did the destructive tide begin to halt, sparing the Nine Great Daoists from utter annihilation upon initial contact.

“You’ve comprehended Dao-tier order rivaling the rules?”

Heavenly Calculator Daoist fixed his gaze directly on the green-clothed youth within the radiance.

The current generation of the Immortal Sect’s Nine Great Daoists possessed power unlike any before, reputedly the strongest in the Nine Spirits Realm’s history!

Under the military formation, they were capable of cultivating strength that rivaled Dao-level rules. They had believed themselves invincible. After all, Xi Yuan couldn’t achieve mid-stage Divinity Transformation—no, Xi Yuan only barely grasped Dao-tier rules long after reaching peak Divinity Transformation. Then, shortly after, he broke through to Refining Nothingness.

This generation’s Dari Swordsman surpassed Xi Yuan. That was expected.

But they hadn’t expected such strength!

Mid-stage Divinity Transformation—mid-stage!

Surpassing Xi Yuan was plausible but not by such a wide margin. This wasn’t supposed to happen!

Xi Yuan was already among the Domain’s greatest geniuses, the highest-achieving swordsman of Great Sun Sword Pavilion across generations. A successor couldn’t possibly exceed that by this much.

Yet the reality lay clearly before them.

“Heavenly Calculator.”

“You all… are truly remarkable…”

Jiang Ding looked at the nine fellow Daoists with delight, revealing an ecstatic smile: “I, your Monarch, had believed I’d lost all my companions—that no kindred spirits dwell upon this earth, that human existence would leave me lonely and desolate, that standing at the summit was unbearably isolating, cold, and melancholy.”

“Unexpectedly, you’ve given me quite the surprise.”

“Hahahahahaha!”

Unable to hold back, he burst into laughter, overflowing with joy.