Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1093 - 1062: All Races Cultivators Have It Too Hard

The meeting with the Nine Great Daoists ended on a sour note.

Jiang Ding didn't care and retreated back into the Soul Void Realm.

These daoist disciples fought for the interests of their respective sects, with the so-called restraining powers granted by Great Experts amounting to little, incapable of binding the daoist disciples.

Likewise, these daoist disciples would not cease the layout of the Refining Void Stage Concealment Arrays because of Jiang Ding.

This was their own affair.

Jiang Ding was now hiding in a Tiger Clan tribe, inhabiting the Divine Soul of a Foundation-building stage black tiger, peering out through its window-like tiger eyes. A pitch-black claw, cold as iron, stabbed into the chest of a person from the Magic Rock Clan, extracting a heart core.

The face of the person from the Magic Rock Clan showed disbelief and shock, body slowly falling and crumbling into a pile of ore, devoid of life energy.

"Roar!"

"Bai Zu, you mongrel dog, you're finally dead! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

The black tiger laughed uproariously towards the sky, its voice reverberating in all directions, its blood-red eyes concealing who knows how much resentment, how many years of bitter poison.

A great vengeance had been served, truly satisfying and cathartic.

"Black Fur, you..."

Around, many Tiger Clan Demon Cultivators watched the black tiger with anger and fear.

They knew about Black Fur's blood feud with the Magic Rock Clan's Inspector Bai Zu.

They knew that Bai Zu had devoured Black Fur's sister and casually crushed his parents to death with his own leisure.

However, why kill an Inspector of the Magic Rock Clan?

For so many years, across so many generations, such hatred was countless, such events were not uncommon. There were many Tiger Clan Demon Cultivators who suffered even more tragic fates than Black Fur.

This was the fate of the Tiger Clan Demon Cultivators, it was always so.

Why, can't you endure it?

Why can't you just endure it?!

Ah?!

"Black Fur!"

"You damned bastard!"

"Everyone in our tribe will be killed because of you, I will kill you…"

Soon, many Tiger Clan Demon Cultivators became furiously enraged, utterly crazed, their aura chaotic, charging towards Black Fur to kill him.

"Haha!"

"You killing me is pointless! The people of the Magic Rock Clan will ultimately die here!"

Black Fur laughed manically, utterly fearless.

Although he said this, as so many Tiger Clan Demon Cultivators rushed him, he couldn't fight them off and instantly burst forth with Demon Qi, frantically escaping far away, soon vanishing without a trace.

A group of Tiger Clan Demon Cultivators searched for him for a long time, but could not find him. They collapsed to the ground with fatigue, breaking down into tears.

"It's over!"

"We're finished."

Some Tiger Clan Demon Cultivators murmured, tears falling: "Not only will we die, but all our tribesfolk will perish, their souls refined into the Ten Thousand Souls Stele, unable to live, unable to die..."

Around, many Tiger Clan Demon Cultivators shed tears.

A person from the Magic Rock Clan had died.

The Magic Rock Clan would not let them go.

Regardless of the reason, regardless of whether they were the murderers, the Magic Rock Clan would seek vengeance, that was the tyranny of the Magic Rock Clan, it had always been so for countless years, without any exception.

Gradually, the cries subsided.

All the cultivators of the Tiger Clan, from those who cultivate Qi to those at Foundation Establishment stage, fell into silence, exchanging glances with each other.

"Escape!"

"Let's escape, save whoever can be saved!"

"I've heard that it's not just here that people from the Magic Rock Clan have died, there have been deaths elsewhere. They may not remember us, they might not spend a large amount of essence energy to use Great Divine Powers to search for us with detection magic!"

"Let's go..."

Many cultivators of the Tiger Clan didn't even return home; they decisively and promptly dashed toward the wilds outside the tribe, their mottled fur quickly blending in with the wilderness, vanishing without a trace.

A few Tiger Clan cultivators hesitated for a moment, then went back to the tribe to pack up their belongings and flee with their families.

Soon, the Tiger Clan tribe of thousands was emptied, not a single Demon Cultivator left.

...

Jiang Ding, within the Divine Soul of the black tiger, silently observed the upheaval occurring in this Tiger Clan tribe.

This Tiger Clan tribe, known as 'Fragrant Meat,' the Fragrant Meat Tribe.

The function of the Fragrant Meat Tribe was to produce their own flesh and blood as food for the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's cultivators and a few high-ranking members of the Slave Clan, enhancing their Body Refinement when consumed.

Besides producing Fragrant Meat, the cultivators of this Tiger Clan tribe also served as cannon fodder or servants in the army, occasionally conscripted by the Magic Stone Clan to deal with the eradication of even weaker members of the Slave Clan, a truly multipurpose enslaved group.

The events of today were both unexpected, and yet not.

The Fragrant Meat Tiger Tribe's Demon Cultivators possess high intelligence as Immortal Path Living Beings. Even if they are numb or foolish, how can they harbor no resentment toward eating their own kind, consuming their Alien Race kin?

All the resentment accumulated over the years could probably be used to forge a Nascent Stage Diabolic Treasure.

So, why had this not happened before?

Previously, the tribe was suppressed by formidable experts from the Magic Stone Clan, so powerful that a single hand could exterminate their entire tribe, and internally by the Tiger Kings at the Golden Pill and Nascent Soul Stage holding down the fort within.

These Golden Pill and Nascent Soul Stage Tiger Kings, favored to some extent by the Magic Stone Clan, would immediately suppress and exterminate any rebellion.

Coupled with the selective breeding of subservient Tiger Clan bloodlines, executing all resisting Tiger Clan cultivators over generations, the Fragrant Meat Tribe could always produce Tiger Clan Fragrant Meat that satisfied many individuals of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

Originally, this stable state would have continued unchanged, likely even after the named black tiger cultivator had died.

The Horned Demon Imperial Clan, with their rich experience, had ample means to rule over thousands of Slave Clans.

But now, things had changed.

War had broken out.

A large number of powerful fighters from the Magic Stone Clan, many who originally suppressed the tribes, have been called to the battlefield, participating in the meat grinder-like Star Domain wars, dying one after another for their master's ambitions, never to return.

It's not a short while, but nearly twenty years now, and these powers that originally suppressed the locales have yet to return.

This time is sufficient to allow changes to occur within the Slave Clans throughout the lands.

The rule of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan is extremely bloody and brutal, straightforward without leeway for mitigation or deception, scornful of such tactics, causing every Slave Clan within to accumulate a vast amount of furious resentment.

Many Slave Clans were already teetering on the brink of collapse, with numerous Slave Race Cultivators in a nearly crazed state, perceived as stable only because they were continuously suppressed.

It's like countless large and small volcanoes scattered throughout the Minor Thousand World, on the verge of eruption, but constantly suppressed by external forces, thus never exploding—a state which seemed natural over tens of thousands of years, as if ordained by the heavens and earth.

It seemed serene and peaceful, everything as usual.

However, what would happen when the suppressing force was gone?

The volcanoes began to erupt one after another!

The Fragrant Meat Tiger Tribe's black tiger, a Demon Cultivator, killing the Inspector of the Magic Rock Clan is one example.

The lives of the Demon Race Foundation-builders under the squeezing of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan lasts no more than a hundred years. Their lives so brief, they have neither the strength nor the will to contemplate too far off matters.

At this moment, they saw the possibility of revenge and a sliver of hope for escape—a completely different situation from before—hence, they bet everything in one go.

To live, what jubilation; to die, what hardship.

Hardship!

It's too hard!

The lives of many Slave Race Cultivators were so bitter, constantly offering up their Life Energy, Essence Blood, Mana, and flesh to the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, consumed by others, with barely any time to rest, no hope in sight.

Their lives were too hard; they were not afraid of death, nothing to fear, for there was nothing left to long for in such an existence.

Now, when opportunity presented itself, they immediately seized it.

Regardless of whether it was a trap, or whether this momentary revelry and satisfaction of grudges would bring them destruction.

They couldn't care less!

All they wanted was to kill, to do, to rob!

The order within the entire Flame Stone Star Domain began to descend into chaos.

With no more strict oversight in various places, control over the Spiritual Veins began to change hands frequently, incidents that used to be noticeable became commonplace, everywhere was like this.