Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1710: Chapter 1678: A Supreme Doomed to Die

This village, the countless mortals of the Immortal Artifact Sect, the countless cultivators, all lived this way.

Women became Blood and Flesh Trees, breeding efficiently, while men became miners, farmers, mining and farming for the Immortal Artifact Sect, dying after ten years to nourish the earth once again, providing resentful energy.

All of this required no consumption of spiritual energy and could continue indefinitely.

While cruelly oppressing living beings, the Immortal Artifact Sect also particularly valued nature and harmony.

All production, all refining, adheres completely to the laws of nature, never exhausting resources recklessly; all that resentful black smoke is collected as materials for artifact refining, never polluting the environment, turning the sky gray, the earth into a waste of sewage and stench, leading to mass extinction.

This land is so fertile.

This sky is so clear and pure.

In this place called the Black Iron 29 Domain, the environment is improving, spiritual vein levels are rising very slowly, with a limitless future possibly approaching the Upper Domain.

Everything seems beautiful.

“Heaven’s favor!”

“Heaven’s favor, Heaven’s favor…”

Jiang Ding gazed at the sky, coldly saying, “The Immortal Artifact Sect possesses Heaven’s favor, the favor of the Great Thousand World’s consciousness, which is truly enviable, truly admirable…”

“The Immortal Artifact Sect.”

“Truly an efficient civilization…”

Jiang Ding said faintly.

In this world, which is more important, the Heavenly Dao or the Human Dao?

Various reasons, various debates have repeatedly been discussed in the history of the Immortal Path, such as ‘Heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs,’ ‘My fate is mine, not heaven’s,’ ‘The Heavenly Dao is just’…

However, countless strong ones from the Human Race know an undeniable fact.

That is, no matter how the Endless Universe develops, the Human Dao must exist and must flourish!

“Hehe!”

“Just a pig and dog.”

“To challenge the dignity of the Endless Starry Sky Dominator’s race, such arrogant and evil path… it’s courting death…”

Jiang Ding’s gaze turned to the center of the Great Thousand World, to the center of the Upper Domain, seemingly seeing a terrifying figure, endlessly dark, accompanied by blood and flesh, and gears.

This figure, its head was precarious, as if it would be taken the next moment.

This figure is so powerful.

Its destiny is so certain.

An invisible and terrifying doom is shrouding it, the subconscious hostility of nearly all strong beings of the Endless Starry Sky Dominator’s race enveloping it, on a certain time scale, its fate of death is almost certain.

This destined path, even a Refining Nothingness Cultivator, a still very weak Crown Prince of the Immortal Path, can see clearly.

“Wait for me,”

“Do not die, do not die at the hands of others…”

Jiang Ding longed.

He withdrew all gazes, left this village, and continued to travel in the Upper Realm, broadening his horizons, quietly accumulating his foundation in the Immortal Path.

Unknowingly, hundreds of years have passed.

Jiang Ding did not disturb any causes and effects, did not do anything extraneous, carefully observing various sects of the Immortal Artifact Sect.

He saw the twelve-wheeled Blood and Flesh Gear Martial Arts, ten thousand meters high, traversing the land, breaking mountains and earth, shredding all living blood and flesh into powder and scattering it on the earth.

This is the Immortal Artifact Sect’s unique treasure ‘Twelve-Wheeled Agricultural Centipede 973’

It traverses the earth, not to destroy, but to sow, planting various elixirs needed by the Immortal Artifact Sect, waiting thousands or tens of thousands of years for harvesting.

The Twelve-Wheeled Agricultural Centipede does a rough tilling, next various much smaller four-wheeled Agricultural Centipedes detach from it, proceeding endlessly, intricately tilling to ensure the medicinal plants in this mountainous farmland have a survival rate exceeding ninety-five percent.

If you delve into the bodies of these Agricultural Centipedes, you will find one blood and flesh gear treasure after another making them up, these are living Human Race beings, occasionally Demon Beasts as special structures, but mainly Human Race beings because of their strong plasticity.

These Human Race beings have become part of the treasure, driving this powerful agricultural creation forward.

They are alive, their Divine Souls concentrated at the heart of the Agricultural Centipede, sunk in their past experiences, occasionally making various motions as required by the Blood and Flesh Gears, cooperating to drive this massive agricultural treasure.

This day, Jiang Ding came to a sect named White Bone Sect 21.

This sect practiced White Bone Skills, cultivating their bones into various powerful treasures, the sect’s strongest being a Harmonization God Monarch.

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense touched the Sutra Pavilion of this sect, beginning to gather and collect the sect’s heritage for potential future battles, accumulating data.

He quietly read, ignoring everything else.

Until this day.

In the distance, two stealthy Harmonization God Monarchs arrived here, cooperating to instantly control the White Bone Sect 29’s Harmonization God Monarch.

After several years, they completely controlled this sect.

“Greetings, Heavenly Monarch!”

A white-faced, middle-aged cultivator Harmonization God Monarch carefully bowed in a certain direction.

His body remained still.

Everything was silent.

It’s unknown how much time passed.

“Greetings,”

“Heavenly Monarch!”

This white-faced Harmonization God Monarch changed direction again, bowing respectfully.

There was no response.

Repeating over and over.

“The time hasn’t come.”

This continued for several years, the white-faced God Monarch showing disappointment, muttering rudely, “Your turn now, you damned leathery bug!”

“Greetings,”

“Little Martial Uncle!”

The other dark-skinned young God Monarch paid no mind to the sarcasm, bowing respectfully in a certain direction.

There was no response.

“Greetings Little Martial Uncle!”

A moment later, he changed direction.

Thus, after several years of useless repetition, everything was silent.

The two continued this strange task for several decades, still without any success.

“No way.”

“This place isn’t right.”

The white-faced God Monarch sighed, taking out a jade slip to mark it, and walked out.

The dark-skinned young man followed, unable to hold back: “Does your Prediction Technique even work? I’ve followed you for thousands of years, countless places, never succeeding.”

“Or are you Demon Cultivators just fooling me?”

By the end, his tone was somewhat cold.

Except before that one, he never allowed anyone to humiliate him casually; anyone who tried, unless much stronger, or of comparable strength, would pay the price.

—Of course, this was simple intimidation since the person nearby was of comparable strength.

“If you are impatient,”

“Then get lost!”

“Was it I who called you here?”

The white-faced God Monarch ignored him, continuing to walk out.

“Hmph! If not for…”

The dark-skinned youth expressionless, quickly followed.

Their figures gradually faded from the White Bone Sect, flying into the distance, continuing to search for the next location, carrying on with their ghostly journey.

Behind them, beyond causes and effects, beyond space and even time, an endless darkness swallowed all light, where a pair of scarlet, scorching eyes watched silently.