Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1123 - 1091: Everything of the Blood River King is Coming to an End

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In the distant Magic Vine Minor Realm, where the Moye Family had already been annihilated, a Blood-robed Taoist was seated cross-legged, casually placing a blood cocoon as tall as a man beside him.

His surroundings within thousands of miles were devoid of any living creatures; not even insects, earthworms, or birds existed, quiet and still, with only the sound of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi howling into his body, refined by his meridians.

Decades had passed since the last war ended.

Jiang Ding had gone nowhere in this period; he had once again exterminated the Moye Family and had been cultivating on this Fifth-Order Spiritual Vein ever since, using the various Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures and the Essence Blood of kings to replenish his foundations.

Furthermore, he was cultivating the "Dao Heart Seed Demon Slave Scripture", probing the realms of the Great Emperor.

Today, at long last, an outcome was beginning to emerge.

Crack~

Crack...

With the sound of delicate petals blooming within his Divine Soul, the aura of the Blood-robed Taoist suddenly rose to another level, eventually stabilizing, sharp and profound.

If a perceptive member of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan were here, they would be astonished because, at this moment, the aura of this Slave King was exceedingly close to that of a King-level Emperor's Descendant!

Even a King-level Emperor's Descendant here might not be able to defeat him.

"The slave seed… has matured."

"The Dao Heart Seed Demon Slave Scripture has been cultivated to its pinnacle, and I'm now capable of attempting an ascension to the Imperial Realm. If I can obtain the permission of the slave seed's master, the success rate is... fifty percent."

Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.

A fifty percent chance.

This was already a terrifying prospect.

One must know that Blood River King had none of the auxiliary Elixirs, Treasures, or anyone to impart experience for an emperor-level cultivation, nor would he have emperor-level Spiritual Veins. To achieve this with his damaged foundation was already exceptionally commendable.

Of this fifty percent chance, ninety percent came from the Soul Fragment of the Human Dao Child.

If relying solely on Blood River King himself, even with the same slave scripture, a one percent success rate would make his reputation as the first Elite of the Human Race in the Horned Ming Realm well-deserved.

It wasn't that Blood River King's talent was lacking.

Rising in such a harsh and cruel environment, ascending to the Peak of Hua Shen, who could say his talent was insufficient?

It was just that his education in the Immortal Path, his Immortal Path foundation, his knowledge were severely inadequate, and his talent was not strong enough to exceed that of a Daoist Body.

Furthermore, to ascend to the Imperial Realm with the "Dao Heart Seed Demon Slave Scripture", one must secure permission from the slave master!

The Horned Demon Imperial Clan, as a Domain Ruler race, had considered everything meticulously, weaving webs so tight that there were no loopholes to exploit.

This Great Emperor slave scripture inherently possessed such a structure, beyond personal amendment.

To alter it, one must rebuild from scratch.

Anyone capable of modifying this Great Emperor slave scripture would have the qualifications to create their very own Great Emperor Scripture; there would be no need to cultivate someone else's methods; such an idea is preposterous.

"Now, I shall go."

"Let's see what this slave master of mine has in mind..."

Jiang Ding slowly stood up, chuckling quietly to himself.

Besides the necessity for ascending to the Imperial Realm, a myriad of strange, eerie feelings of closeness and loyalty were gradually sprouting within his Divine Soul, spreading and multiplying relentlessly, impossible to eradicate.

These thoughts constantly reminded him: you are born a servant, you must serve and be hopelessly devoted to your master, Yanliu Imperial Child, even to the point of death, even if Yanliu Imperial Child orders you to kill your own parents, spouse, and children, or even commands you to commit suicide, you must do it.

Without hesitation!

That is the duty of a servant!

That is the only meaning for your survival, the core of your Imperial Realm rules!

"Yanliu Imperial Child... Master..."

Jiang Ding's eyes began to blur as he murmured.

Clang!

The Immortal Blood River Sword Intent gently sang, cleansing the Sea of Consciousness.

Jiang Ding's gaze sharply awakened, returning to his senses.

"Slave Emperor Scripture..."

For a moment, he fell silent.

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Even the unyielding Sword Intent of the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao cannot eradicate the inherent will of servitude within the Slave Clan, it can only bring about temporary lucidity.

For these servile thoughts stem from the body and divine soul, fundamentally indestructible and ineradicable!

This temporary clarity, as time passes, will become increasingly less effective, until at last, even the Immortal Sword Intent of the fourth realm cannot forestall one's decline into a true servant.

It is estimated that in another twenty years, these servile thoughts will completely engulf him.

For a powerful figure of the Slave Clan to rise, the struggle is just so arduous.

Even the most outstanding elites, whose talents surpass those of Daoist Bodies, are ultimately futile, all falling into decline.

Blood River King, born at an inopportune time.

Had he been born during an era when the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Territory was in turmoil, perhaps he could truly have risen against the current and achieved the status of a Human Race Great Emperor.

"Let's go."

Jiang Ding swished his robe, transforming into a streak of blood light as he soared toward the teleportation Formation to the Hua Teng Minor Realm.

His master had urged him many times already.

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Magical Stone Minor Realm.

The land where Blood River King was born, as the light from the teleportation Formation flickered, a Blood-robed Taoist slowly appeared at the center of the Formation Method.

In an instant, a chilling, murderous, blood-thirsty and terrifying aura spread out in all directions.

This was not an oppressive force, but rather purely because this Taoist had slaughtered too many beings, his body was infused with the resentment of countless creatures, and merely his aura was sufficient to suffocate those of the General Level.

Truly treating those of the General Level as mere ants.

"Greetings, Your Highness Blood River King!"

Someone had already been waiting to receive him, thousands of soldiers, all from the General Level of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, all Imperial Guards of Yanliu Imperial Child.

——With the conclusion of the Battle of Emperors' Descendants, more than a dozen worlds were effectively unified, countless beings once again sworn allegiance under Yanliu Imperial Child, the Imperial Guards instantly replenished.

Now, those Imperial Clan Guards, at this very moment, lacked any of the typical arrogance of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, nor the condescending attitude towards the Sovereigns of the Slave Clan; their bodies involuntarily bent forward, trembling as they saluted.

Before them, this Blood-robed Taoist had personally slaughtered dozens of Imperial Clan Sovereigns!

They were merely General Level ants; what right or ability did they have to look down upon him?

Even if their minds drove them mad, their bodies would not make a single move!

"Your Highness Blood River King, the Emperor's Descendant instructed us to come and receive you..."

The leading General Level Peak of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan knelt on one knee, trembling as he spoke.

The Blood-robed Taoist's gaze swept lightly over these members of the Imperial Clan.

He gave no response, a swish of blood light, he flew into the distance, soon vanishing into the horizon, seemingly without any intention to meet Yanliu Imperial Child, not even a gesture.

"This..."

The General Level Peak of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan stood frozen in place, not daring to curse or rebuke, only able to cast a pleading gaze toward the distant void.

There, two vast and majestic figures slowly emerged, Chenshan King and Demon Mountain King.

From beginning to end, neither dared to obstruct anything.

"What... does this mean?"

Demon Mountain King exclaimed in shock.

"Just a trip back to his hometown."

Chenshan King gestured dismissively, seeming to know something: "Blood River King's hometown seems to be a place called Mountain Suppressing Sect? His Sect, his relatives, clan members, they are all dead already, but the land is still that same land, unchanged."

"If he chose to come and meet the Emperor's Descendant, he must have already compromised."

"In actuality, whether he compromises or not doesn't change anything."

Chenshan King said indifferently.

"The outcome is already predestined."

Without the cover of the Battle of Emperors' Descendants' and directly facing the Great Emperor, a mere Slave King is but a slightly stronger ant, no longer someone of paramount importance.

Everything has already ended.