Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 1841: Chapter 1809: The Divine Son’s Exquisite Flavor

The Yu King sat there casually, smiling as he gazed upon the many old comrades who had built the kingdom with him, drinking cup after cup without refusal, pushing the banquet to its climax.

“You just indulge them, don’t you?”

Zhou Xiaocui now looked bewitching, with skin as white as snow, charming yet dangerous, completely different from the peasant girl she once was. Under the blessings of her rank in the Destiny Fortune Dynasty, she exuded an aura that hinted at the terrifying Peak of Void Refinement.

She resembled a scorpion queen.

This ‘Scorpion Queen’, infamous in the outside world, had instilled fear into the hearts of countless divinities and strongmen, leaving a myriad of bones in her wake.

At this moment, she looked at Yu King with eyes full of tender affection, without any impurities.

As if in front of him, she was still that little Xiaocui from the Zhou family years ago, instantly falling in love with the young him, something that hadn’t changed over the years.

“Everyone survived countless battles and hardships to create this foundation.”

“How could I bear to criticize them?”

The Yu King sighed deeply, his gaze soft as he said, “Cui, I know. In the future, I will establish systems, establish royal benefits, clarify the hierarchy, so that our legacy endures for generations, and so that our children… may grow up happy and carefree, without the difficulties we faced in our youth.”

“In the future, we will have more children, and our children will be dukes, princes, and nobles.”

He looked affectionately at Zhou Xiaocui’s slightly protruding belly.

“Pfft!”

“Who’s going to give you more children!”

The Scorpion Queen’s cheeks flushed slightly, as she turned her head aside.

Over the years, though Yu King was the master of the dynasty, wielding life and death over billions, standing as the Supreme of the Nine Cauldrons, he had never taken concubines, cherishing only one.

The couple always remained in harmony.

To have this one person, what more could a husband ask for?

Immersed in such tenderness, Zhou Xiaocui found herself unknowingly entranced.

She did not notice the faint trace of coldness in the depths of her close companion’s gaze.

That cold gaze looked upon everything in the world, upon her, upon those many old comrades present, and all people without any emotion, an aloof indifference as if observing a group of morning dew and fungi, food.

The divinities had long awakened memories of reincarnation.

“These sinners are beyond redemption.”

“They should be reduced to ashes in the sacred fire, their Divine Souls never to reincarnate, tormented by karma fire for millions of years, to offset their blasphemous sins.”

Yu Yong thought coldly.

In this great hall, only he was a divine being; all others were great heroes gathered by the fortune of the Human Dao, each possessing human Dao fortune, heroes who survived countless battles and exhibited talent, destiny, and comprehension, as without these, they wouldn’t have survived from the piles of corpses to become founding princes and chancellors of the Destiny Fortune Dynasty.

These people, if put in a suitable cultivation environment, would produce several Heavenly Men as a commonplace result.

But now, their path has been completely severed, charged with offenses against the heavens, offenses against the people, despised and hated by billions, resulting in the disappearance of the Human Dao fortune.

“Just one final process left, gathering more Human Dao fortune, to then be sacrificed by the Divine Son to the Emperor…”

The Yu King’s gaze penetrated the void, looking at each cluster of the world community through a network of incense fire.

There, many reincarnated divinities like him had already established their Destiny Fortune Dynasties, but that wasn’t enough; a true seed of the Human King was needed to establish a Destiny Fortune Dynasty so as to gather more Human Dao fortune, to continue fortifying the foundations of the Taoist Court, ensuring its eternal stability amidst the Endless Starry Sky.

Many divine beings looked over simultaneously, nodding slightly.

In times of chaos, they had already set a precedent.

Next, the real seeds of the Human King need to appear; they will nurture these seeds into thriving, gathering more Human Dao fortune, gathering more Human Dao heroes, creating more devout Divine Souls, then sending them to the Taoist Court, refining them into Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, to be cast into the Endless Starry Sky Battlefield to build merits for the Taoist Court.

The Divine Gold refined from numerous Human Dao fortunes and the bones of heroes of the Human Race is indeed an unparalleled Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.

The Yu King’s eyes revealed a hint of greed.

Such treasures are only for the Divine Son and the Emperor to enjoy. Though he dared not covet them, collecting some lower-rank auxiliary materials was feasible.

…

“Divine Son…”

Jiang Ding quietly observed everything.

He saw the distance between himself and his goal getting closer each day; with each passing day, the gap shortened, shortened.

The Divine Son, the human reincarnation and pinpoint of the Divine Dao Venerable, playing a crucial role in its sustenance.

If he could kill him, wouldn’t it be delicious indeed?

Jiang Ding thought with crimson eyes.

He looked below.

Under the propulsion of Human Dao fortune, the future Human King, having lain dormant for three hundred years, finally started taking his first step, the first step toward tragedy.

…

Kaoshan Village.

Three hundred years passed, and Kaoshan Village had become Kaoshan City.

The largest family in Kaoshan City was the Tu Family.

This Tu Family established good relations with various divinities and also had a friendship with the Lord of Kaoshan City under the Great Yu Dynasty, covering both the black and white paths with one hand, boasting tens of thousands of family members, and possessing a thriving foundational enterprise.

Recalling the past, the ancestors of the Tu Family were just impoverished peasants, generation after generation in abject poverty.

Until the ancestor, the mid-ancestor Tu Sanyi started accumulating some family assets; generations of family heads toiled day and night, striving diligently, thus achieving today’s Tu Family in Kaoshan City.

On this day, in the basement of the primary residence of the Tu Family, surrounded by incense smoke, erected were numerous ancestral tablets.

Here was only one person, the current patriarch of the Tu Family, old man Tu Zhiming.

He had another name, Tu Sanyi.

The mid-ancestor of the Tu Family, Tu Sanyi.

“I can still live for over a hundred years.”

“Relying on the Destiny Secret Techniques in the ‘Red Emperor Human Emperor Scripture’ to pilfer the fate of the Great Yu Dynasty, I lived many years, but now I’ve reached my limit.”

Tu Sanyi whispered, “Incidentally, I see that although the Great Yu Dynasty flourishes, the new dynasty stands strong; its interior is riddled with flaws, on the brink of collapsing into internal unrest.”

“Such coincidences.”

Over hundreds of years, the once timid and cautious farmer also developed profound scheming, embodying the legacy and experiences of generations of failed Human Kings, gathering the wisdom of these failed Human Kings over time, and—despair.

“Such coincidences indeed!”

“Coincidence.”

Tears welled up in the eyes of Tu Sanyi, “Precisely when our lurking life neared its end did an opportunity arise; these divinities calculated us to perfection, unable to escape even a shred, unable to escape any point.”

However, despite knowing this, could he not go?

Going meant contending with other Human King seeds for destiny, with success granting several thousand more years of life.

Not going meant perishing in a hundred years.

Generation after generation of Human Kings, each facing such choices, even though all the answers lay in the legacy, and the future was known, yet they had to step into it all the same.

They could change nothing.

Could only repeat such tragedy, generation after generation.