Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1321: Chapter 1289: Refining Void Stage Great Sun Flying Sword and Eight Great Experts

On the other end of the Nine Spirit Realm, there is also a location where seventh-order Spiritual Veins converge.

Every hundred thousand li apart, there stands a quasi-seventh-level Array Formation. Altogether, there are eight terrifyingly powerful quasi-seventh-level formations, rooted in the seventh-order Spiritual Veins of the Medium Thousand World like stars, carrying forth the brutal battle traits of the Nine Spirits Domain. These eight formations not only guard against one another but are equipped with tightly synchronized combination formations.

In times of necessity, the power unleashed by these eight quasi-seventh-level formations near the Nine Spirit Realm would undoubtedly strike fear into the hearts of any Refining Void Cultivator.

At this moment, the realm is in a particularly critical period.

The disciples of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, including Divinity Transformation Nascent Souls, Refining Void Dao Soldiers, sect weapons… every resource has been withdrawn into the sects. Alongside their vital holdings, such as elixirs cultivated over tens of thousands of years, Inheritance Divine Gold, Spirit Beasts, and more, they present a united front of “victory or death, annihilation befits all.”

This place has, in effect, become the political center—the capital—of the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

All cultivators within the Eight Great Immortal Sects are dedicating themselves to the Great Experts’ path of enlightenment, yearning for their sect’s ultimate breakthrough. If achieved, it would bring sweeping benefits to all sect cultivators, erasing the impossibility of Divinity Transformation practitioners advancing to Refining Void and making it an actionable pursuit.

As long as the Great Experts break through, everything will become bright with promise.

Conversely, the obliteration of the sect stares them in the face.

At a certain moment.

The eight Great Experts meditate deep within their respective sects, closing their eyes to refine their foundations and accumulate for the Harmonization breakthrough. No detail is overlooked, no room for regret left unguarded.

They strive not only for themselves but also for the sect where they were born and raised.

The Harmonization realm carries boundless hope, countless lives, and immense stakes tied to the survival of innumerable sentient beings.

Suddenly, the eight Great Experts simultaneously open their eyes.

They fix their gaze firmly in the direction of the Eastern Devil School, their complexions revealing a fleeting sense of dread.

“The Great Sun Flying Sword!”

“A Refining Void-level Great Sun Flying Sword!”

One of the Great Experts from Shadow Demon Abyss blurts out in shock, “Xi Yuan’s remnants weren’t thoroughly eradicated?”

“Impossible!”

“I personally ascended his residual soul ten billion eight hundred thousand times over a thousand years!”

“It can’t be…”

The Great Experts from the Green Wood Immortal Sect, Heavenly Mechanism Immortal Palace, and Shangqing Lingbao Sect are deeply disturbed, almost ready to risk triggering the Harmonization Thunder Tribulation for a premature life-and-death confrontation.

Xi Yuan!

This name has accompanied them throughout their lives, haunting them relentlessly as a dire existential threat ever since their Refining Void breakthroughs. A lingering nightmare etched deeply into their bones.

Without such acute sensitivity, they would have perished long ago.

“No!”

“It’s not Xi Yuan—too feeble, far too feeble.”

The Great Expert from the Heavenly Mechanism Immortal Palace is the first to calm down, remarking coldly, “It’s the current Dari Swordsman. Didn’t you read the intelligence reports brought by the younger generation?”

“He’s still very weak, at most on par with Early Stage Void Refining Practitioners of lesser inheritances. A single lapse could cost him his life. His strength is leagues behind ours during our Early Refining Void stages.”

“At present, he cannot affect the main battlefield; he is insignificant.”

“The Dari Swordsman…”

The other Great Experts quickly regain their composure.

Despite calm exteriors, their eyes flood with murderous intent; a burning, uncontrollable urge to annihilate the Dari Swordsman swells within them—even if it means forming alliances or resorting to sneak attacks.

“Dangerous!”

“Far too rapid, far too rapid!”

The Great Expert from the Green Wood Immortal Sect speaks coldly, “In the blink of an eye, within less than two thousand years, he has already attained Refining Void-level combat strength. Though his current capabilities are insufficient to threaten us, his stature in combat has risen to the same grand realm as ours. He cannot be regarded with the casual disdain reserved for fledgling cultivators.”

“He’s another Xi Yuan.”

“No, he’s an even stronger Xi Yuan!”

“I can’t fathom how much longer we have peaceful days ahead. Soon enough, we’ll return to living in perpetual fear, just as we did when Xi Yuan was present.”

“The Dari Swordsman, once his combat strength progresses further, will unquestionably pursue us relentlessly to the death.”

“There’s no doubt about it—no way around it!”

Throughout generations, the Dari Swordsmen and Dari Sword Masters of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion have always carried such traits. Never once has there been an exception.

The Great Expert from the Green Wood Immortal Sect, a girl brimming with the essence of life, appears ethereal and youthful, a mere fifteen or sixteen years old. Her snowy skin glows like polished jade, and her pure, enchanting presence evokes a visceral sense of affection—a single glance compelling deep admiration.

But at this moment, an icy, imprisoning murderous intent radiates from her, a terror reminiscent of a demon lord.

“This variable is on the verge of becoming a colossal threat. A threat to our lives, a threat akin to the menace posed by every Dari Sword Master throughout history…”

The Great Expert from the Heavenly Mechanism Immortal Palace makes a dispassionate conclusion.

“Even at great cost, this emerging menace must be eliminated swiftly.”

The other Great Experts also erupt with surging murderous intent, their grim determination so potent it begins to shape the heavens. Half of the Medium Thousand World’s Nine Spirit Realm falls under oppressive cloud cover, a suffocating atmosphere blanketing the air as shadow and dread descend.

The eight Great Experts reach a consensus.

Yet soon after, expressions of helplessness surface among them.

This generation’s Dari Swordsman is absurdly cautious—like a turtle hiding within its shell. Save for absolutely secure battlegrounds, he is rarely seen beyond the Eastern Devil School’s home planet.

No—never seen.

In these two thousand years, not once has he ventured beyond the Eastern Devil School’s sanctuary. Even the single mission in the Horned Ming Realm was executed under strict surveillance by the Central Array Spirit Computer, requiring constant reporting of his exact location down to every breath.

At that time, if any moment slipped beyond the monitoring scope of the Central Array Spirit Computer or if the surveillance grew indistinct, the Horned Ming Realm operation would be immediately canceled, even if it meant exposing the Nine Spirit Domain’s existence—no risks would be tolerated.

The Eastern Devil School affords them no opportunities.

To slay the Dari Swordsman, the sole possibility lies in annihilating the Eastern Devil School and razing its elite Citizen Fleet—there exists no alternative.

It is an unsolvable quandary.

The eight Immortal Sect Great Experts lapse into silent contemplation.

“The younger generation, however, makes for much easier targets.”

“The Dari Swordsman is highly susceptible to death at the hands of those within his realm. Even the Eastern Devil School cannot circumvent this inherent vulnerability. Once dead, he’s dead—there are no escape mechanisms that defy natural laws.”

The Great Expert of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace speaks with chilling intent, “Yet these nine juniors are too cowardly. Just a minor setback has them scrambling for their lives, disgracefully fleeing. A sheer betrayal to their sect and an insult to their elders’ tireless efforts!”

“In my view, spoiled comfort has stripped these juniors of ambition!”

His dissatisfaction is palpable.

The last Taoist battle was thoroughly studied by him, not dismissed merely because it involved mere juniors.

The nine Taoists joined forces, their collective might indeed trailing behind the Dari Swordsman.

Yet by burning their Essence Blood and fighting tooth and nail, at least a one-to-two-percent chance existed to decapitate the Dari Swordsman. Similarly, there was a slim two-to-three-percent likelihood of mutual destruction!

Nevertheless, after sustaining injuries, the nine Taoists promptly abandoned the fight, lamentably cunning.

To the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace’s Great Expert, this equated to treachery against their sect!

The lives of the Taoists pale in comparison to the safety of the sect’s Great Experts. For the greater cause of the sect’s survival, their sacrifice is but a necessity.

Even if they fail or perish, they should have resolutely risked everything against their opponent, doing all they could to prevent the threat from growing further—one that endangers the sect’s Great Experts, and ultimately compromises the sect’s destiny and survival.