Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1862: Chapter 1830: A Sword Awaited for Six Thousand Years!

The divine light of the heavens descended.

Falling from above the Nine Heavens, it landed on this golden desert, and the gaze of the Taoist Court had already settled on this sacrificial ground.

At the center of the Sacrificial Altar was the founding monarch of the Great Tu Dynasty, King Tu.

Centered around King Tu, civil and military officials, prominent royal ministers were all lined up, followed by various ranks of generals, types of civil servants, and even down to the squad and camp leaders, all were prostrated here, with hundreds of millions of founding elite soldiers all present.

No one was an exception.

Regardless of whether they defected to King Zheng or followed King Tu from beginning to end, they all met the same fate, without any distinction.

”Haha!”

”Hahaha...”

Tu Sanyi was suppressed by an inexplicable force, unable to move at all, and even suicide was an unattainable wish.

He glanced around, especially at the many civil officials and brave generals who had betrayed him, nobles and dukes, and suddenly burst into insane laughter, ”You worthless traitors, I thought you might gain some benefits from betraying me.”

”Unexpectedly, it’s exactly the same.”

”Exactly the same, exactly the same... Hahahaha... Hahaha...”

Tu Sanyi laughed madly.

This laughter shook the four fields, instantly waking many devout nobles. They looked around, seeing themselves prostrated on the ground, unable to move as if bound, and couldn’t help but be struck by fear.

”Mountain God!”

”You clearly said, the general can be pardoned, can attain wealth and honor!”

A military general of the second rank roared furiously.

”I am a devout believer!”

”I am a devout believer, you cannot kill me, the Emperor will be furious...”

The esteemed prime minister shouted.

”God loves all people. How could they send us here? Where did it go wrong? No, this is impossible...”

More soldiers woke up in shock, unable to believe it.

Compared to the many hypocrites in the court, they truly believed in the divine. Without hesitation, they chose the divine over the king, believing the divine could bring happiness and joy to all beings, and that their souls would have a good place after death, being reborn into a higher family in their next life.

”Emperor!”

”Have you been deceived?”

”An Evil God is harming the human world...”

Many awakened soldiers shouted noisily.

They turned this solemn and sacred Sacrificial Altar into a cacophony like a chicken coop, and these voices further caused many devout Divine Souls to begin subtly deteriorating, lowering in quality.

This change did not cause any unexpected expressions among the surrounding Divine.

The eagle-winged woman and many Divine were seasoned, adept in divinity, instantly casting waves of sacred light upon the many soldiers and numerous prominent ministers and brave generals, making their ferocious, angry faces return to devout tranquility.

Finally, the noise disappeared, and the Sacrificial Altar returned to silence.

Only King Tu’s cursing and big laughter echoed.

He was special, able to laugh and curse, maintaining the most vivid state, with no Divine daring to interfere with him, allowing him to vent his emotions with reckless abandon.

”Hahaha...”

”Haha—”

Tu Sanyi’s laughter and curses gradually became tiresome, eventually stopping on its own.

He looked up towards the most sacred place, at the three-headed black snake surrounded by many Divine, cursing, ”Lowly Divine, one day a powerful figure from the Endless Starry Sky Human Race will descend here, destroying your Taoist Court, slaughtering you all like chickens, annihilating all the Xingtian Dao Court Divine, never to be reborn...”

The clamor of chickens and ducks, never cared for.

The Divine of the Xingtian Dao Court performed various rituals in an orderly manner, communicating with the heavens, communicating with the Emperor, praying devoutly.

Gradually, waves of sacred thunder descended from the sky.

It was like a Thunder Prison, or like Thunder Sky Pillars communicating heaven, crackling with the sound of thunder, obliterating space and rules, turning this place into a sacred thunder area, the terrifying thunder oppression descended, suppressing all.

”Xuanqiong high and mighty, Jade Palace clear and void.

Vast violet skies, casting light over the world; August Emperor, governing the eight directions. This humble one is utterly fearful, bowing head reverently, sincerely burning true incense.

All Heavenly True Gods, ten thousand saints:

Considering the ignorance of the living, the earthly realm is full of hardships.

Pestilence frequently occurs, common people afflicted with suffering;

Drought and locusts both infest, agriculture suffers in desolation...”

The Xingtian Divine Son recited the Heavenly Sacrifice Scripture in a solemn and serious tone.

As he chanted, each Divine entered the Sacrificial Altar, holding jade knives, approaching the soldiers of the Great Tu Dynasty, slicing their throats, letting them fall to the ground, blood gushing from their throats, flowing on the ground, forming mystical blood-thunder runes.

This world began to be shrouded by waves of sacred blood-thunder runes.

Causing a chill in the heart was the soldiers, even when having their throats slit, their faces were filled with devout happiness, feeling no pain, even while falling to the ground.

As the sacrificial ceremony progressed step by step, the Human Dao Fortune continuously gathered, continually condensing upon the flesh of Tu Sanyi.

Hundreds of millions of soldiers of the Great Tu Dynasty were dying in the sacrifice, from soldiers to Squad Leaders, then to the numerous prominent ministers and brave generals, none were spared, blood flowing into lakes, Human Dao Fortune being drawn, continuously condensed.

Death, continuous death!

Hundreds of millions of members of the Human Race were dying like pigs and dogs!

Jiang Ding watched coldly, the intent to kill accumulating little by little in his heart, but never contemplating acting now, his rationality never collapsing.

He could not save these human beings.

The Xianmen Sect could not save these people.

Without Supreme Level power, everything was vain, all irrationality could only lead to one’s own and others’ demise, impulsiveness could not solve any problem.

”Everyone,”

”All of you who are equal to me in character and dignity, go in peace.”

Jiang Ding whispered, ”Except for the Immortal Sect Citizens, no one can make me lose my mind and make a misjudgment. Your resentment will definitely be washed away in the future at the cost of all the Divine of the Xingtian Dao Court, extermination is the greatest respect for this Divine Dao Influence.”

One by one, the important ministers of the Great Tu Dynasty died.

Finally, the Xingtian Divine Son came to Tu Sanyi, with slender fingers lifting his chin, gazing at his hatred, and coolly said, ”Human King, the crystallization of destiny.”

Bang!

The spiteful Tu Sanyi exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Leaving only his head, in the depths of the brain, a cloud-like jade pearl emerged, falling into the hand of the Xingtian Daozi.

Within this jade pearl, countless clouds gathered, countless images of wise ancestors of the Human Race who blazed a trail flashed in sequence.

This was the Human Dao Fortune.

One of the foundations of the Endless Starry Sky Dominator Human Race.

And now, it had been extracted by the Xingtian Dao Court, to become a treasure of heaven and earth, a Ninth Rank supreme existence, which could change the destiny of the Human Race under its rule, a multifaceted gain.

”Having finished with this matter, we should return to the Taoist Court, ”

The Xingtian Divine Son felt an inexplicable disappointment, ”I thought—”

Puff!

A pair of white jade-like hands emerged from the Human Dao Fortune Pearl, imprinting on the Xingtian Divine Son’s chest, revealing a red-lipped, white-toothed monk who smiled and said, ”What did you think, benefactor?”

”Bald donkey!”

”How dare you!”

The Xingtian Divine Son’s chest swelled with pain, and he burst into anger.

But before he could voice his rage, he displayed an expression of extreme terror.

This terror seemed infectious, instantly transferring to the Future Buddha Son’s smiling face, putting a look of horror and disbelief on the monk’s face, who had been full of compassion.

Everything,

was because of a sword that had waited six thousand years.

This six thousand-year-old waiting Star Sword pierced through the Xingtian Divine Son’s chest without hindrance, and again penetrated the Future Buddha Son’s chest.

A single strike went through both the Divine Son and the Buddha Son.

This frozen scene, seemed eternal.