Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1114 - 1082: Achieving the Imperial Realm

Magic Vine Minor Realm, night.

A river of blood flows in the sky, twinkling with the moon and stars, undulating, enduring the baptism of wind, frost, rain, and snow, as a part of nature.

Over the years, the countless beings of the Magic Vine Minor Realm have adapted to the river of blood in the sky, no longer constantly uneasy.

Many Slave Clan battles, riots, production, reproduction, occur on the land as always, like the countless years before, the only difference being the absence of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, life became much easier for the Ten Thousand Clans.

Cultivators no longer need to use their own Essence Blood and Life Energy to refine treasures, Qi Practitioners can easily live past a hundred years, Foundation-building cultivators can easily live past two hundred years, Golden Pill Monks no longer age decrepitly, Essence Blood both dried up…

All was so wonderful.

Until today, the river of blood in the sky began to show signs of resurrection.

Thump!

Thump thump!

Thump, thump, thump…

Like the beating of a huge drum, the heartbeat sound emerged from the river of blood, a colossal life comprised of billions of living auras appeared once again between heaven and earth, carrying overwhelming murderous intent, carrying endless greed for the blood and life of all beings.

Countless creatures shuddered, tens of thousands of li fell silent.

All wars, production, dances, reproduction, farming, marching…all stopped, all beings fearfully stood still, not daring to make even the slightest sound.

In the sky, in that sky-reaching river of blood, a face began to emerge, vague, handsome yet bizarre.

"Here it comes..."

"Finally, it's here..."

The enormous blood-colored face whispered.

A voice emerged.

Clearly a human's voice, yet it sounded like billions speaking together, male voices, female voices, children's voices, elder's voices, the thick voice of the Magic Stone Clan cultivators, the deep sonorous voice of Mysterious Tiger Clan cultivators... all sorts of voices combined in this one speech, bringing countless echoes.

Blood River King looked toward a bright red blood sword before him.

Countless faces wailed, faces of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, Slave Clan faces of the ninth and seventh and eighth ranks, they screamed frantically, cursing venomously, reaching out with densely packed blood-drenched arms, attempting to break free from the Flying Sword, yet pressed back by a layer of blood membrane, forever unable to be reborn.

"Cangkong, what kind of surprise will you bring me?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

In this moment, he felt a faint yet icy Divine Soul locking aura, locking onto his own Divine Soul through Cause and Effect, unable to escape or expel it by any means.

This was an extremely high-level technique of Cause and Effect Tracking; Blood River King did not have the ability to break free, without such inheritances.

However, he did not plan to break free.

Now, the Blood River King, having devoured countless creatures' fresh blood and Divine Souls, significantly boosted in strength, was constantly on the verge of going mad, lacking the ability to perform various strategic movements like Concealment or fleeing.

He only had two choices.

Seal himself and wait for the passage of time, using a thousand years to wear down the resentment in the billions of lives' fresh blood.

Or else, fight bitterly, to the point of madness, eventually achieving transcendence in battle, suppressing the demonic thoughts of many beings, completing one self-purification and sublimation as a Blood Dao Demon Cultivator.

No other possibilities existed.

Jiang Ding looked towards the distant sky, silently waiting.

Who knows how much time passed.

Buzz!

Accompanied by the flickering of Spatial Runes, a scene of a small river village, a pastoral child composing a brush painting phantom appeared in between heaven and earth, gradually becoming solidified.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding was somewhat surprised.

The lines of these brush paintings, even he, an outsider to the art industry, could discern contained a high level of artistic mastery, sensing an indescribable beauty from it, quite incompatible with the crudely direct civilization style of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

However, this wasn't very surprising.

Every race has its rebellious individuals, occasionally powerful members of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan who appreciate art, which is not strange.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh!

Jiang Ding made a thought, and the thousand-li blood river stirred, generating hundreds of thousands of blood-red Sword Qis, carrying an indomitable will, discharging like thousands of arrows, engulfing the gradually solidifying brush painting phantom into the void.

Attacking the enemy unexpectedly, this is the righteous way of the art of war.

However, these countless Blood Sword Qi rushed into an empty space.

Countless Sword Qi fell on the ink painting of the small river village, meeting no resistance and passing right through.

It was as if the small river village ink painting, seemingly right in front of one's eyes, was not near at all, but rather in a distant and separate space, unreachable by the present world.

"An extremely sophisticated and unfamiliar spatial technique..."

Jiang Ding's gaze sharpened.

He knew he couldn't prevent the coming of the members from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, and that he was completely outclassed in the realm of spatial techniques.

However, he had nothing to fear,

Death was all there was.

Jiang Ding stood with his hands tucked in his sleeves, quietly waiting.

As Spatial Runes continually bloomed, the ink painting of the small river village became more solid, and finally, a real small river village was revealed, with the faces of many kings from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan visible within it.

Aside from Cangkong Imperial Child and others, there was an additional breathtaking woman with eight black spider legs and four other strong kings from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

The aura of these kings in an unknown space suddenly became real, no longer elusive and distant, easily tangible now.

The Blood River surged and streamed, encompassing the thirty kings from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

But behold, the Blood River spanned across thousands of kilometers, covering it all, with the kings like small boats in the sea, at risk of capsizing at any moment.

"Oh?"

"Blood River King, have you stopped running?"

Cangkong Imperial Child was somewhat surprised.

In the past, whenever he discovered his large force, the Blood River King would instantly flee, never engaging, which was why he was so troublesome, even more than hundreds of thousands of troops.

Now, however, he seemed resigned.

This caused some regret for him.

With the Ancient God's Path Painting Boat in hand, Cangkong Imperial Child wanted to enjoy a moment of hunting the prey, watching the prey struggle in despair, for which Burning Essence Blood would be useless, unable to escape, completely defeated in front of his own proud escaping speed.

Such was the greatest joy in the human world.

However, this sentiment merely flickered in the heart of Cangkong Imperial Child, his sufficient self-control ensuring that he didn't truly pursue this, but still planned to kill his enemy in the most efficient way possible.

"Escape?"

"Your Highness won't run, my imperial nourishments."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

His Sword Intent enveloped all directions, and his gaze finally rested on the beautiful woman with eight spider legs, smiling slightly: "Unfamiliar powerhouses, your strength ranks first among the kings, surpassing Cangkong by far, may I have the honor of learning your name, and where you hail from?"

"Hehe."

"Blood River King, this king is named Spider Star, from the Imperial Guards of Cangyan Ancient Emperor's Son."

King Spider Star smiled coyly: "You call yourself 'Your Highness'? This is indeed the style of a Human Godly Celestial King; according to records, many Human Godly Celestial Kings in ancient times would refer to themselves in this way, have you received the inheritance of the Ancient Divine Path?"

"Hand it over."

Her smile faded, she commanded.

"The Ancient Divine Path's inheritance?"

"Why do you think so?"

Jiang Ding was curious, but didn't receive an answer, so he asked again: "Hand it over, can I live?"

"No."

"You will still die, just without pain."

King Spider Star said indifferently: "A servant killing their master, this is undoubtedly a death sentence, no matter how exceptional the Alien Clan Genius is, the crime is unforgivable."

She stated unabashedly.

"Indeed."

"The laws of the Imperial Clan, truly severe."

Jiang Ding understood.

Boom!

In an instant, within a domain of thousands of miles, a monstrous surge of blood soared, the Blood River reversed its flow, forming countless blood-red Sword Qi, charging down towards the kings, a terrible scent of bloody slaughter spreading in all directions.

This battle, ceaseless until death!