Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1111 - 1079: The River of Blood Flows Among the Hua Teng

"Blood River King! My Flame Slag Family has already pledged loyalty to Yanliu Imperial Child..."

"You, a mere servant, dare to show such audacity, we are subordinates of Yanliu Imperial Child..."

"You will not die a good death!"

In the last stronghold of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan's Flame Slag Family in the Yellow Sand Minor Realm, a sky-reaching blood river emerged from the void, breaking through the Formation Method, seeping into the entire family.

All the noise, curses, roars, eventually faded away.

Moments later, immaculate single-horned white bones surfaced in the blood river, covering a large span, with no visible end in sight.

The masters, exalted lords in the hearts of countless members of the Slave Clan from days gone by, were now lifeless dead objects, no longer distinguishable from each other.

"All beings are equal..."

"I have granted this to you, be grateful to me..."

The Blood-robed Taoist emerged from the blood river, murmuring to himself.

The blood river rolled back, and the entire Flame Slag Family became eerily quiet, the air fresh and pleasant without a hint of the scent of blood, exceptionally clean.

Cangkong Imperial Child did not appear.

For the people of this family were not his subordinates, and having betrayed him once again, naturally, they could not expect rescue.

As for Yanliu Imperial Child...

Though his attitude had always been tough, often scolding harshly, at this moment, he dares not appear before the now half-mad Blood River King, to chide him from a position of superiority.

After the final destruction of the Flame Slag Family,

The Blood River King calmed down somewhat.

He looked over the entire Yellow Sand Minor Realm, as if noticing the world had significantly lightened, a weight that had oppressed all beings in this world for hundreds of thousands of years, suddenly vanished at this moment.

The Horned Demon Emperor Clan had effectively lost their rule over this world.

If this could continue, for tens of thousands of years, the Yellow Sand Minor Realm could very well develop various Demon Race Immortal Path civilizations, various Human Race Immortal Path civilizations, instead of nourishing one clan with the blood and tears of Ten Thousand Clans.

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense swept all around.

Upon discovering the loss of their master, many members of the Slave Clan were panicked and in disarray.

At the same time, many more were delirious with joy.

"Good."

"I have indeed done many good things..."

A sense of solace formed in Jiang Ding's heart.

He turned and left, not offering any further care to the Human Race among Ten Thousand Clans, which would bring them disaster.

As long as they triumph in the end, everything will be alright.

Even the most brutal Human Immortal Sects order is a hundred times better than that of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan; all sacrifices are justified as long as there is ultimate victory.

"The foundation of the Imperial Realm,"

"Requires even more fresh blood..."

The Blood River King murmured.

He left the Yellow Sand Minor Realm through a teleportation Formation secretly kept by the Flame Stone Family, continuing his search for what he needed. His main body and the countless divided incarnations were stirring up a chilling Blood Demon catastrophe in place after place, leaving fields strewn with bones wherever they passed.

Unnoticed, another decade and more slipped by.

The Blood River King had once again annihilated several royal families, slaughtering countless people of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, and ultimately extended the scope of the massacre to the Magic Stone Clan and other ninth-class Slave Clans who had abetted tyranny. The Blood River flooded tens of thousands of miles, ferrying the sinful beings within and expressing apologies to the countless Slave Clan beings who had died at his own hands.

As soon as the Cangkong Imperial Child showed up, he immediately ran away.

The monarchs of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan were far inferior to him in individual strength and couldn't possibly catch up to his pace, even with an ambush set up in advance or with the treasured artifacts of their clan solicited for aid.

The Blood River King roamed through numerous Minor Worlds, throwing the rule of the Cangkong Imperial Child into utter disarray.

However, as time went on, his slaughter gradually slowed down.

This was because, without exception, the monarchs of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan chose to keep their kin by their sides or seal them away in unknown places. They no longer held fast to their families, and often a whole Minor Thousand World could be searched without finding a single true Horned Demon Imperial Clan person.

For this reason, the Blood River King had no choice but to spread his slaughter to the eighth-class, the seventh-class Slave Clans—also beneficiaries within the order of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, responsible for assisting in the oppression of the vast Human Race and many Slave Clans, often wiping out an entire race and burying the corpses in the earth to nourish the mineral veins of the mountains.

Now, the judgment had come.

Many Minor Thousand Worlds were shrouded in fresh blood.

In the end, even the riots and infighting among the myriad Slave Clans quieted down, as they watched in horror at the Blood River that spanned across the heavens and earth, swallowing countless beings.

Within this sky-spanning Blood River, the expression on the Blood River King's face began to turn fierce and twisted, his visage suffused with madness and rage.

Before him, a blood-jade-like, bright red Longsword crystal clear, billions of blood dragons the size of arms surged into the Flying Sword, engulfed by it, while faces emerged on the sword's body one after another—people of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, People of the Magic Rock Clan, Xuan Hu Clan People, Mountain Rock Clan People... Faces of the seventh, eighth, and ninth-class Slave Clans appeared and vanished, constantly roaring, howling in anger and wailing in resentment, struggling to break free from the Flying Sword only to be forcibly pulled back, stuffed into the sword body, enduring the erosion of its billions of Blood River Sword Qi.

Clearly, after rampaging across various worlds, slaying countless beings, and absorbing numerous souls, even the Blood River King had reached the brink of madness, no longer able to control himself.

This is the Destined Fate of a Demonic Path Cultivator; it wouldn't be strange for him to self-destruct the next moment.

"Heh heh!"

"Imperial Realm..."

The Blood River King chuckled softly, a whirlpool of blood swirling in his eyes, unable to be suppressed any longer.

At this moment, his mind was filled with crazed thoughts of slaughter, an instinctive voice in his heart urging him continually, telling him that the sixth-class Slave Clans also bore original sin and were due for a cleansing, for only then would the world become cleaner and justice arrive more swiftly.

"This is wrong, demonic thoughts."

"The sixth-class Slave Clans are already those oppressed more than they oppress others; the expansion cannot continue. The Horned Demon Imperial Clan would never allow so many Slave Clans to reap the benefits."

"Yes,"

"You can't deceive me."

The Blood River King laughed softly: "Criminals cannot be further generalized; this is a matter of principle."

"The current me has reached the limit; I can no longer absorb more blood, or else I will immediately perish in a self-explosion."

"There is a need for the erosion of time and refinement, at least a thousand years to settle, to erode, to refine."

"Or..."

Jiang Ding looked towards the sky: "Let more enemies come, let me break through amidst life and death, slay the demonic thoughts, rebuild my foundation, and finally ascend to become a Great Emperor."

"Cangkong..."

The voice gradually faded.

Within the Magic Vine Minor Realm, a sky-reaching Blood River stretched across thousands of miles in the sky, flowing slowly from east to west with the rise and fall of the sun and the moon, changing with the celestial phenomena, becoming a part of natural occurrences.

When this Blood River first formed, its life force was immense and chaotic, seemingly as if billions of lives were crudely fused together; each time the heart throbbed, it was as if the Nine Heavens Thunder God was murmuring, numerous beings whispering.

As time passed, the heartbeat of the Blood River became progressively weaker.

The aura of the Blood River, too, grew increasingly faint.

In the end, this Blood River no longer had any signs of life, completely dormant and becoming a part of nature, moving with the rotation of heaven and earth.

Afterward, the beings born in the Magic Vine Minor Realm slowly grew accustomed to the Blood River's presence in the sky.