Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1839: Chapter 1807: Generations of Humiliation

”What does this reincarnated deity want to do?”

Jiang Ding was somewhat puzzled.

The war between the demons and the soldiers of Chen, and the myriad deities was still in a deadlock.

Various long-inherited spells from the Qi Fortune Dynasty descended, forming army qi, Human Dao Dragon Qi, knocking down one deity after another, turning them into ordinary people.

”Roar!”

In the end, as the most terrifying Violent Dragon entered the field, it devoured the deities with its massive mouth and snapped the neck of the King of Chen Country, marking the end of the battlefield.

”Defeated!”

”Even the ancestral spirits of Chen Country have been defeated!”

Countless deities and soldiers screamed in terror, fleeing in all directions.

The army of demons pursued relentlessly, cutting down the soldiers and deities without mercy, a bloodthirsty massacre unfolded on this land, blood flowing like a river, countless lives perished.

These demons had no intention of taking prisoners or accepting surrenders, only slaughter, slaughter.

Throughout history, gaining the people’s heart wasn’t just about favoring the people, using bloody slaughter to intimidate, forcing submission can also achieve it.

Though the processes differ, the result seemed similar; both can gain the people’s strength and establish a dynasty and the duration of both types of dynasties seem not significantly different.

”Roar!”

”Roar roar roar!”

At last, all the deities and soldiers of Chen Country were slaughtered, the army of demons roared in celebration, their voices shaking thousands of miles, their momentum terrifying, causing many hairy spirits like the Well God and God of Stove, who hadn’t participated in the battlefield, to abandon their territories and flee wildly.

This new Qi Fortune Dynasty, Yu Country, was established.

This new Qi Fortune Dynasty began to expand its rule, bringing many people under its control.

Strangely, many nearby deities did not cross regions to suppress this rebellious Qi Fortune Dynasty, as if they were restrained by something.

Completely lacking the terrifying efficiency when the Dari Swordsman first descended.

Jiang Ding silently observed.

He saw many deities died, yet the power of incense fire did not dissipate, but returned to the web of incense fire, returning to the Taoist Court.

He saw that the divine souls of many fallen soldiers of Chen Country were accepted by the web of incense fire, not wasted.

He notably saw more Human Dao fortune gathered by Yu Yong, forming a three-clawed black dragon. The Human Dao black dragon roared unwillingly but could not break free from its shackles.

Human Dao fortune was being stripped away by some secret technique.

”So, that’s it.”

”This is a process of recovery, removing decay, and plundering.”

Jiang Ding suddenly realized.

The so-called recovery is collecting mature divine souls for other uses.

The so-called removal of decay is that the deities of the Divine Dao would decay and lose faith, like the God of Stove in Kaoshan Village, who for his interests, destroyed the incense foundation of the Supreme Deity, completely forgetting his duty to nurture mortals.

This selfishness of low-level to mid-high-level deities is inevitable, and corruption will always occur.

At this time, it’s necessary to eliminate the rotten, so that the organizational system can continue to operate healthily, instead of easily sending thunderous punishment, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive and would affect the prestige of the Supreme Deity.

The Supreme Deity must remain lofty, unknowable, and invisible.

The last and most important point is the harvesting of Human Dao fortune!

This is a precious material that can suppress Human Dao’s development; it’s a win-win situation, perfectly efficient with no wastage.

”Truly, it’s pitiable,”

”Generations of Human Race sages died fighting for freedom and ideals...”

Jiang Ding let out a low sigh.

These deities considered everything, took all precautions. If they do not decay within, the sentient beings of this Great Thousand World Clusters would never see a day of freedom, with extremely slim possibilities.

”If it’s to harvest Human Dao fortune, then there wouldn’t be only reincarnated deities acting a play, that won’t draw much Human Dao fortune, nor can it grind down Human Dao elites, clear hidden dangers.”

”Therefore, there must be true Human Dao elites emerging, and the Taoist Court won’t be mobilizing true power for a sweep immediately. Instead, it will wait until Human Dao elites arise one after another, shining brilliantly... that will be the time to kill without mercy.”

”This is a trap.”

Jiang Ding sighed.

To see the small in the big.

Through this scene, he seemed to see the tragic song of generations of Human Race elites, resisting, roaring, in the end, becoming materials for the enemy, dying without meaning.

This scene repeats every few tens of thousands of years on this land.

And now, it has come to another repetition.

”Where is the real Human Race fortune dynasty’s Human King?”

Jiang Ding thought sadly and very easily saw his current appearance.

Kaoshan Village, Tu Sanyi.

An orphan who lost his parents, working under the scorching sun, swinging a hoe in the fields, a farmer with nothing, just a slightly vigilant mortal.

This is the fate Jiang Ding saw the first time he came to this Medium Thousand World.

The future ruler of the Human Race fortune dynasty, a being destined in fate to die at its most glorious moment, just like the rulers of past Human Race fortune dynasties every few tens of thousands of years.

”In the original destiny,”

”You still have six thousand seven hundred seventy-nine years, nine months, eleven days, two hours, and twenty-seven seconds left to live, future ruler of the Great Bright Dynasty.”

Jiang Ding thought quietly.

”At the same time, this is also when I am about to meet the Divine Son.”

He greatly dislikes such inheritance and such organizations as the Qi Fortune Dynasty, believing that no king or their descendants should be rightfully high above, lording over the heads of all living beings.

But at this moment, when the survival of the race is difficult, he is willing to bless this future ruler of the Qi Fortune Dynasty.

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Clang!

Tu Sanyi swung the hoe, emitting a sharp sound, with a few sparks shooting out.

”Not good, I hit a stone!”

Tu Sanyi shivered with heartache.

A steel hoe isn’t cheap!

Now he was in deficit, with no extra food at home besides what was used for deity offerings. If the hoe broke, he didn’t know where to find a replacement, and he might starve this year.

Tu Sanyi hurriedly bent down to inspect the hoe and indeed saw a notch. Fortunately, the notch was small, and it could still be used after some sharpening.

He breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the stone, and was about to throw it away.

Crack!

The moment Tu Sanyi touched the stone, it shattered, revealing a mottled seal with a few indistinct large characters on it.

This seal flashed and disappeared into his forehead.

At the same time, an ancient, timeworn scripture appeared in Tu Sanyi’s mind, called the ”Red Emperor Human Emperor Scripture.” Each character flickered, and although Tu Sanyi was illiterate, he could understand these words and knew their meaning.

These words did not contain profound teachings; they just recorded the ways of farming and agriculture, hunting, army formations, Dragon Qi, recording the history of the Human Race, glorious, humiliating history, and the outcomes of rebelling against the Human King across generations.

Tu Sanyi was bewildered, not knowing what these were.