Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1380: Chapter 1348: The Supreme Emperor of Nanchu Country

The three elderly Taoists with an immortal demeanor rode the Colorful Phoenix Cloud Chariot, accompanied by thousands of Taoist soldiers and slaves. Among them, dozens were at the Nascent Soul Stage, thousands at the Golden Pill Stage, moreover, hundreds of thousands of Golden Pill Foundation Building cultivators were forming an army formation hidden within the Space Treasure, ready to emerge at any moment.

These Taoist soldiers and generals were clad in Thunder Gold Armor, layers of tight protection forming an impenetrable Law Net, presenting a formidable presence from the Upper Realm True Sect.

These Nascent Soul Stage Taoist soldiers and slaves are the renowned ‘Thunder Department Taoist Soldiers’ of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect.

These Thunder Department Taoist Soldiers were painstakingly established by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, their personnel recruited from Outer Sect Elders, alien race slaves, and Ascension Cultivators from the Minor Thousand Worlds.

Especially those Ascension Cultivators from the Minor Thousand Worlds, often of exceptional quality, suitable to serve as fighting generals among Taoist soldiers.

Theoretically speaking, these Ascension Cultivators from the Minor Thousand Worlds are sovereigns of a realm, having endured countless trials, wielded power over a realm, their slightest whim determines the life and death of billions, having once stood unrivaled in both heaven and earth; regardless of their strength, their pride is undeniable, making them unlikely candidates to become Taoist soldiers.

They might serve as slaves to others, bow low, endure many humiliations, those are acceptable, as they all rose from humble beginnings, having seen and faced countless hardships.

But!

They absolutely cannot become Taoist soldiers and generals without any path upwards, without any possibility of Refining Nothingness!

Yet, the reality is before us; among these Nascent Soul Stage generals are several Ascension Cultivators from the Minor Thousand Worlds, each fulfilling their duties, their Divine Sense constantly scanning the surroundings, guarding the Inner Sect Elders of the True Sect without any negligence.

Not only the three elders of immortal demeanor, but any cultivator who has received the Thunder Department Taoist Soldiers’ Commander’s Seal can command their loyalty and dedication, fearless and unhesitating even towards an abyss of certain death.

“These Thunder Department Taoist Soldiers are excellent, increasing our strength by more than tenfold.”

“It’s a pity, unless for important assignments, they cannot be deployed, and besides a few individuals, normally they cannot be used for refining treasures or cultivation, usage demands significant sect contributions even if feasible.”

The burly thunder cultivator sighed, somewhat enjoying the presence of tens of thousands of Taoist soldiers at his side.

At this moment, their strength was far beyond normal, if they had such assistance routinely, capturing demon beasts, competing in magic, striving for cave mansions, alchemy, and artifact refining would be greatly facilitated.

“Junior brother is too greedy.”

“Besides the direct disciples of the ancestor, the sect master, who else can deploy the Thunder Department Taoist Soldiers at will?”

The elderly Taoist of immortal demeanor shook his head slightly: “Since more than four thousand years ago, when Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch, one of the three monarchs of Shenxiao and Divine Thunder Divine Punishment, led the Thunder Department Taoist Soldiers into mysterious disappearance and completely decimated them, they have yet to recover even half, steadily falling back in the magic contests with Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain.”

“If it weren’t for the mysterious disappearance of many Nine Ghost Dao Soldiers from Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain, the sect might have already lost countless territories…”

The three heavenly monarchs of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect were chatting casually.

It was apparent they felt no shame or guilt over mobilizing tens of thousands of Taoist soldiers to chase a weak Lower Realm practitioner, rather they perceived it as justifiable.

Immortal Path values life, values self.

Having strength but refraining from using it, stubbornly mimicking the blood courage of Loose Cultivators, isn’t that foolish?

Each of them is a few thousand years old, even if youthful tendencies leaned towards fierce rivalry, deception by arrogance, self-importance, and vanity, these notions have long faded with age, no longer significant.

Time’s elongation suffices to inculcate patience in anyone.

Several days passed, and the formidable army flew into the territory of a mortal kingdom.

Soon, the royal city of the mortal kingdom named Nanchu Country appeared before their eyes.

By that time, tens of thousands of Taoist soldiers had fully mobilized, the oppressive power of the army formation pressing down upon the one-million-population mortal royal city, plunging it into deathly silence; countless mortals were frozen, the cultivators among them trembling uncontrollably, their hearts filled with dread.

“Humble me, Chu Shi,”

“Pays respects, pays respects to the Upper Sect Immortal…”

Nanchu Country’s Supreme Emperor was a Golden Pill Monk, his ancestors came from the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, now he lay prostrate with all cultivators, clansmen, civil servants, and military generals, performing three kneeling and nine kowtows.

His heart was filled with fear and despair, countless chaotic thoughts arose.

Could it be the hidden withholding of sect offerings has been exposed, and they’re here to annihilate Nanchu Country as a warning?

Or did some royal disciple provoke a powerful figure?

Or perhaps there’s a miraculous treasure emerging here…

These sorts of thoughts filled the mind of Nanchu Country’s Supreme Emperor; in the eyes of many Nascent Soul cultivators from the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, they were clearly visible, effortlessly discerned.

“A mere petty king dares to withhold True Sect offerings?”

The elderly Taoist with immortal demeanor frowned.

He wasn’t much concerned with these Spirit Stones and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, rather he saw a reflection of various situations across the many territories, kingdoms, and even Minor Thousand Worlds under the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect.

“Cough cough.”

“These parasites, execution is fitting.”

The burly man shifted the topic, seemingly ignoring the implied meaning.

Such issues abound in the sect, involving many, deep in complexity, especially in the several thousand years since the ancestor’s injury during secluded cultivation; even as an Inner Sect Elder, he preferred not to get involved.

“Very well.”

“Execution is fitting.”

The elderly Taoist sighed lightly.

Though he disliked the rampant evil spirits within the sect, he had no intention of upsetting the balance, merely saying casually: “You, Ascended Fellow Daoist, your transformation skill is rather intricate, surprisingly able to fully manifest even the thoughts and ideas of Golden Pill cultivators’ Divine Souls.”

“Had it not been for the peculiar circumstances now, even I might have been deceived.”

“True Sect Supreme Immortal, what orders do you have…”

Nanchu Country’s Supreme Emperor’s eyes were full of confusion, he asked cautiously.

Throughout his life, from childhood cultivation, Foundation Establishment, inheriting the unification, Golden Pill retirement becoming the Supreme Emperor, he once dreamt in his youth to wander afar in search of the Immortal Path, but ultimately remained to guard the ancestral foundation of the Chen family in Nanchu Country.

He always exercised caution, avoiding offense against fellow practitioners, maintaining good relations; except for occasionally indulging the habit of slicing open large groups of mortals, listening to their screams, he presented himself as a gentleman.

This little hobby he restrained tightly.

Under his long-sustained management, Nanchu Country cultivated good relations with various factions, avoiding offense; he didn’t even wish to embezzle sect stipend, but circumstances made it inevitable, pure uprightness instead attracts undue attention, bringing disaster.

Thus, Nanchu Country’s Supreme Emperor truly had no idea what the True Sect Supreme Immortal was referring to.

“Indeed,”

“Indeed, indeed.”

The elderly Taoist’s eyes showed slight emotion: “It’s well said that ascended cultivators often emerge as great talents, now it truly appears so.”

“Your diabolic skill of reshaping flesh and bones even fooled yourself; under normal circumstances, one might have truly let you escape.”

“If one’s vigilance faltered, you possibly might have launched a surprise attack, turning weakness to strength.”

“Alas…”

He revealed a look of regret.

“Men,”

“Break his four limbs, use Soul-Sealing Nails to suppress his Divine Soul, take him alive.”

Any trace of regret vanished from the elderly Taoist’s face, he said coldly: “This might be a primary Taoist general, cannot let sect treasure be lost, or I’ll have your hides!”

“Yes!”

Tens of thousands of Thunder Department Taoist soldiers responded heavily.

Boom!

The massive army formation field covering thousands of kilometers enveloped, tens of thousands of armored and weaponized Thunder Department Taoist Soldiers all executed magic, forming a cyan-purple thunderstorm far exceeding the peak of Hua Shen’s limits, crashing and slaughtering, instantaneously obliterating tens of thousands of mortal cultivators in the royal palace, transforming lofty palaces into liquid glass.

Amidst the annihilating thunderlight, a young, monstrous figure with black hair flying wildly and blood-red eyes, unmistakably a diabolic giant, spewed blood crazily retreating, burning Essence Blood frantically fleeing.