Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1124 - 1092: This Lord Has Great Merits Towards the Beings of the Flame Stone Star Domain

A streak of blood-red light flew from the sky, descending into the heavens above Mountain Suppressing Sect.

A Blood-robed Taoist revealed his figure, silently gazing upon the land below, and the people therein.

Hundreds of years have passed, that pillar from the past has perished long ago, his Life Energy exhausted, unable to advance to the Foundation Establishment Realm, even if he had advanced, survival would have been difficult in the centuries of chaotic times.

In these centuries of chaos, the Horned Demon Imperial Clan weakened, order across the realms collapsed, clans attacking and slaughtering non-stop, killing one's own kind, killing other races, killing the Horned Demon Clan, endless riots and rebellions continued, countless beings from the Ten Thousand Clans died amidst them.

Despite undergoing such chaotic times, although the people of Mountain Suppressing Sect have completely changed, and the area of control greatly reduced, the Sect still exists, Ancestor worship persists, one cannot deny it's a huge stroke of luck.

However, even having gone through such times, do beings from the Ten Thousand Clans yearn for peace?

No.

Not at all.

A clear fact is, in these hundreds of years of chaos, due to various riots, many beings from the same or different races were killed, right?

These individuals who died due to wars and disorder, are far less than one-tenth of those from the era under the rule of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan!

During the peaceful era under the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's rule, each race had its use; strong souls were refined into ghosts, the flesh of the Demon Race served as food for the people of Horned Demon Clan, along with being raw materials for Alchemy, Artifact Refining, and Body Refinement; there wasn't even a single Slave Clan being that could eat without producing something needed by the Horned Demon Clan.

No exceptions whatsoever.

Humans refined minerals with Essence Blood and Life Energy, the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan refined blood wine with their life essence, and the Fragrant Meat Tiger Tribe itself was used as food…

Most beings hardly lived past half of their lifespan.

It can be said, the Horned Demon Imperial Clan was slaughtering and discarding countless beings in a systematically planned manner, operating in an ultra-efficient order to maximize output, and the thoughts of beings of the Ten Thousand Clans were inconsequential.

How could the deaths from mutual slaughter amidst chaos exceed those from such extremely efficient and orderly slaughters?

The efficiency difference here is at least tenfold!

Don't be fooled by the fact these hundreds of years have been chaotic; despite constant fighting amongst the Ten Thousand Clans, this has been the best era for the beings of Magical Stone Minor Realm in who knows how many tens of thousands of years.

The people of the Ten Thousand Clans didn't always need to offer their Essence Blood, Life Energy, or flesh; they truly owned some of their property, and for the first time, the strong among them lived freely past the limits of their lifespan, dying naturally amidst their families who grieved for them.

Such events were unthinkable in the old years!

The people born and those who died during these hundreds of years are fortunate, having a time better than that of their ancestors and forefathers, even if they have to face constant racial strife.

"No doubt about it."

"This Monarch,"

"has accrued great merit for the countless beings across more than ten Minor Thousand Worlds of the Flame Stone Star Domain…"

As Jiang Ding journeyed, observing the survival and development of different races, he found his answer, murmuring to himself.

Right.

He has slaughtered billions.

He has killed many beings, absorbing their fresh blood for cultivation.

But, he is a good person.

How can some people call him hypocritical?

Regardless, he fought for hundreds of years of relatively happy and lenient lives for countless beings across more than ten Minor Thousand Worlds, even though it was not his intention, and it did not continue.

But facts are facts, achievements are achievements.

In this world, what one thinks is not important, what the outcome is, that is what matters most.

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense swept over Mountain Suppressing Sect.

Here, everything had reverted to its original state; the Human Race continued to refine minerals with their own Essence Blood and Life Energy, enhancing the essence, where Qi Practitioners could live up to fifty years, Foundation-building cultivators could live up to one hundred years, dedicating their whole lives to serve the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

The previous Supreme Elder Firm Stone True Person, and the last generation Black Soil True Person are dead, now the strongest in Mountain Suppressing Sect is a Golden Core Early Stage Cultivator named Purple Stone True Person, who barely maintains the foundation of Mountain Suppressing Sect.

Letting the name of Mountain Suppressing Sect continue to exist fortuitously.

No matter how many wars and disasters, how many times the people within the Sect had died and were replaced, this title persisted, existing through thousands of generations.

This was not merely luck.

Jiang Ding walked silently through the Mountain Suppressing Sect, passing through each flower, each tree, and every piece of rocky mountain, brushing past various disciples, walking by Foundation Establishment Realm elders of various sects.

Just like the Blood River King thousands of years ago, grew up here without any changes.

Finally, Blood River King came to the Ancestor Temple and silently offered nine sticks of incense to the Ancestors.

The light blue smoke curled up, spreading in all directions.

"Ancestor..."

"The Sect might be thoroughly destroyed."

"There is no longer any luck."

Jiang Ding sighed softly: "But, you surely won't blame me, a slight chance at the Imperial Realm lies right before me, if it were you reincarnated, you too would forge ahead without regard for anything."

"This is our common path, our shared fate."

Nostalgic voices echoed in the smoke-filled grand hall of the sect.

"Who?"

In the Ancestor Temple there was another person, an elderly man with grey whiskers, it was Purple Stone True Person, the Supreme Elder of the Mountain Suppressing Sect, his gaze was shocked as he looked at this Blood-robed Taoist who had suddenly appeared within the sect, igniting the incense.

This Blood-robed Taoist had a beautiful and somewhat demonic appearance, extremely young.

A shiver of terror, fear, and a familiar emotion involuntarily surfaced in the heart of Purple Stone True Person.

"Ah,"

"Who else could it be?"

Jiang Ding said with a sigh: "Didn't you receive the sect's Blood God inheritance? Well, that's also understandable, the inheritance has been fragmented over the years, surviving has been good enough, expecting it to be complete is impossible."

Blood God inheritance.

This was the main reason why the Mountain Suppressing Sect had not perished over nearly ten thousand years, established by the ancient Ancestor Masters of Blood River King's era.

The Ancestor Master of the Mountain Suppressing Sect had a fortuitous encounter and obtained a fragmented inheritance named "Blood God Sutra," thereby establishing and surviving in one place.

Yes, just surviving, that's all.

A scripture merely, not something you could understand just by obtaining it, and definitely not with many accompanying resources or guidance, being able to practice a little, under the cruel oppression of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, was already considered good in a small place.

The Mountain Suppressing Sect continued accumulating knowledge and exploring, until the time of Blood River King when a prodigy appeared. Not only was he extremely gifted, but also flexible in managing relationships and good at financial matters, enabling him to earn the favor of the Flame Stone Family under various conditions and opportunities, and finally a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch emerged.

"You…"

"Pre... predecessor are..."

Purple Stone True Person's voice stuttered and his body couldn't stop shivering.

His fear and the familiar feeling intensified, but he was unable to confirm it; he could only affirm that the opponent was far stronger than him, thus he dared not show any hostility.

At this moment, the ground was dimly lit, and a patch of earth rose up, revealing an honest-looking, grey-whiskered old man whose body couldn't stop trembling, involuntarily radiating dense Nascent Soul Stage aura.

"Ancestor? You didn't die?!!"

Purple Stone True Person was shocked.

This was unmistakably his master's master, Firm Stone True Person, who had been dead for who knows how many years!

This grey-whiskered old man completely ignored Purple Stone True Person's intentions, his body trembling non-stop with excitement, he staggered past Purple Stone True Person, and with a thud, knelt on the ground crying out in a drawn tone, "Old Ancestor!"

"Your old self has finally returned!"

"It's been almost a thousand years, our sect has been bullied daily, we have no place to seek justice, and many generations of Supreme Elders have died!"

"Old Ancestor... sob sob sob..."

Despite being a Nascent Soul Monk and quite aged, upon seeing Blood River King, the grey-whiskered old man burst into tears, crying uncontrollably like a child of seven or eight years old.