Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, the Taiqing Flying Sword resting on his knees.

He was still deducing the Immortal Dao Universe Constant, compressing the digits of his Immortal Scripture, forgetting both self and objects, paying very little attention to the outside world. This lifestyle had lasted for countless tens of thousands of years.

On this day, it was the same ordinary day, no different from previous ones.

”Your Majesty...”

The Fusang Empress spoke softly.

She had always accompanied her monarch in the Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace, never venturing out, never fighting battles; this was not the role of an empress.

At this moment, her beautiful face bore hesitation, words at the tip of her tongue.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked at her.

This, of course, wasn’t all of his Divine Soul Computational Power, only about one ten-thousandth of it; only a few, like the Fusang Empress, could awaken this during regular state.

”Are you somewhat afraid of me now?”

Jiang Ding asked softly.

”...”

”Yes.”

The Fusang Empress nodded slightly.

The current Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy seemed somewhat off.

He was neither Wei Zicheng nor the being on the path of Supreme Forgetting Emotions Sword Dao; he shouldn’t be so indifferent, which seemed harmful to the Great Dao.

She worried he would fall into fire and demonic deviation.

”Don’t worry, my soft-hearted one.”

”I’m fine.”

Jiang Ding’s voice softened, saying, ”Sword cultivators are born on battlefields and die on battlefields; this is destiny, no need to say more. Numerous Magic Cultivators, Xianmen cultivators, they come to suppress the Endless Starry Sky, seizing the fruits of ruling it.”

”As the saying goes, ’He who wishes to wear the crown must bear its weight.’

”They should have the basic awareness, not always living under wings, which would be unfair to them.”

”In any case, I can rectify and restore everything.”

”So rest assured.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

In this human world, this Endless Starry Sky, countless extraordinary Heavenly Pride and heroes shine like stars in the starry sky, Quasi-Emperors like Seven Kills, Beidou, Great Sun Yang Mang, Lu, Cheng Zhen, Great Love, Han Lin... all are brilliant figures, achieving significant results in an Immortal Science direction, worthy of being recorded in history.

But, in his view, none among them are irreplaceable talents.

Even if this generation of heroes perishes, in at most two million years, he could cultivate another stronger generation; no one is irreplaceable in battle.

If one cannot achieve victory from war, cannot emerge from war, then they should perish.

The Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy is like this; everyone should be like this, no exceptions should exist, nor should there be any exceptions, life spans of several million years should not be so light.

The Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy treats everyone fairly, respectfully, and equally.

No matter what happens, the interests of the Xianmen can always be preserved, without any impact, and the citizens pursuing dreams and interests must bear the corresponding costs for their dreams, regardless of what costs they may be.

”I see.”

”Your Majesty, I understand now.”

The Fusang Empress breathed a sigh of relief, showing a sweet smile.

As long as His Majesty’s Dao Heart remains unaffected.

What more can be said about those powerful figures, Quasi-Emperors?

This is their duty.

The Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace fell into silence once more, always quiet, in stark contrast to the fierce slaughter on the Six Paths Star Domain battlefield.

One year.

Ten years.

One hundred and twenty-nine years...

Who knows how much time passed, Jiang Ding awoke from enlightening the Dao, his eyes flashing black and white light as he looked to the slowly calming distant star domain battlefield.

There, many smokes of gunpowder were slowly dissipating,

The curtain had fallen.

...

Six Paths Heavenly Emperor.

Six Paths Dream Venerable’s body, once as vast as the Great Thousand World, had greatly shrunken in the past hundred years; now it was only the size of the moon and had taken on a humanoid form.

But his huge pupils were full of regret.

”Unable to succeed...”

”Unwilling to accept this outcome...”

”Under the guidance of the Reincarnation Path, I should have been the Six Paths Dream Emperor...”

Six Paths Dream Venerable sighed one last time.

Then his final breath of life vanished, divine soul extinguished, and his body stiffened abruptly like earth and stone, like white jade, motionless in the starry sky.

Crack...

Crack crack crack...

A faint crack appeared on Six Paths Dream Venerable’s moon-sized body, the crack then spreading in all directions, covering every part of the body.

Then,

Boom!

With a thunderous boom!

The body of Six Paths Dream Venerable, trapping all the Taoist Court sword cultivators, intent on swallowing all them whole, exploded.

It was like bursting a giant balloon, numerous blood and bones gushed forth like a spring.

The outlines of these flesh and blood were faintly human, revealing countless Human Race sword cultivators, limbs broken, heads smashed, bodies were torn apart, many were turned to pulp, half-digested.

All these were Human Race sword cultivators who had completely perished in the Six Paths Dream, the numbers immense, like a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, stretching as far as the eye can see, with a pervasive scent of blood filling the air.

Did all the Human Race sword cultivators die?

No.

Clang!

Clang clang clang!

Amidst the frightening and sharp sword cries, countless bloody Human Race sword cultivators flew out from the blood pool, with wild laughter and unstoppable mad arrogance.

”Hahaha!”

”Hahaha...hahaha...hahaha...”

”So what if it’s the reincarnation of ten thousand worlds? My sword intent is immortal, eternal through the ages!”

”Ten thousand worlds reincarnate, my sword remains...”

Human Race sword cultivators flew out from the corpse of the Six Paths Dream Venerable, with Golden Pill Monks, even Foundation-building cultivators, but mostly Harmonization and Void Refining cultivators.

Among these blood-drenched sword cultivators, the most striking was the Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor, left with only a sword hilt and a damaged divine soul, yet still laughing.

”Hahaha!”

”Hahaha...hahaha...hahaha...”

”Opportunity, I have attained it!”

”The path to Nine Tribulations Supreme, I have seen it, seen it...”

”That path, that path...”

The Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor revived from the divine soul of Six Paths Dream Venerable, madly laughing in crazed euphoria!

He hadn’t died in the seizing devouring but returned from hell, glimpsing the formation of the Great Sun Yang Mang Sword Immortal Body, seeing the path to achieve the Nine Tribulations Supreme!

A unique road to becoming an emperor for himself!

Instantly.

Incredibly envious gazes shot from all around the battlefield.

This moment of glory wasn’t solely for the Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor but belonged to every surviving Human Race sword cultivator.

Amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, over the corpses of many Sword Dao Quasi-Emperors, Quasi-Emperors like Seven Kills and Heaven Burial among Human Race Sword Dao Quasi-Emperors awoke from the endless reincarnations, their Sword Heart never tainted, dying countless times without regret.

At this moment, they seemed contemplative.

As if the radiant illumination of sudden enlightenment descended from celestial beings, making the human world beautiful.

Taoist Court sword cultivators, through the reincarnation of ten thousand worlds, one in ten thousand survived, with a survival rate of 0.00001%.

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