Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1182 - 1150: Upper Realm Beings See Mortals as Ants

Countless evil ghost armies, Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals departing afar, heading towards the distant Minor Thousand World.

"Pay respects to the Supreme Honor..."

On the spot, the middle-aged cultivator with elegant hair, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, Mingguang Zi, and Xi Ping'an knelt down with the utmost reverence, their demeanor as lowly as could be.

But no response was forthcoming.

The Upper Realm army has arrived, with no apparent reward or reprimand for them, as if a component had finished its task, serving no further purpose, devoid of any value.

No one paid attention to them.

"Alas..."

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch still maintained his meticulous and humble etiquette, even though the Upper Realm army had departed, his heart sinking, "Upper Realm Cultivators, it seems they're extremely arrogant, as though they are higher lifeforms already, not of the same species as us, even speaking to us seems to be something they do while holding their noses, as if seeing a stinking beggar."

"If we want to get the method of ascending to the Upper Realm from them, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

He was once the invincible being of the Minor Thousand World, the progenitor of the Northern Plains Families, very aware of this abyss-like hierarchical gap, almost impossible to communicate with, no chance to establish cordial relations, no possibility of it existing.

If one shamelessly tries to approach closely, one would be instantly slain.

"Now, all we can do is wait."

Mingguang Zi also appeared very lowly, almost kneeling in worship to the Upper Realm army, changed a lot during these years of wandering in exile, said coldly via Divine Sense transmission.

"Let's see how Jiang Dingzi responds."

"The strength of the Upper Realm army, if too strong, Jiang Dingzi will die instantly, and we will not have any chance."

"Conversely, if too weak, that also won't do, it is best to be at a stalemate, at that time, these Upper Realm Cultivators will also be ants, and we might be able to communicate..."

...

"You all may go."

"There's no need to enter battle, just stabilize the Array Bases everywhere without wavering, just hold without being broken through."

Jiang Ding pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword and stood up from the Six Dao Throne.

"Yes!"

"Heavenly Monarch!"

Mu Tiansnow, Scorching Sun Immortal, Immortal Qingyun, Gong Caiyu, Hei Louxi, and over six hundred other Immortals of Nascent Soul stood at attention, ready to receive orders, dispersing in all directions, and returned among their own subordinates to deploy through teleportation Formation.

They would be stationed at various Great Sun World Defining Array bases in places like the East Sea, Southern Border, West Desert, providing mana to stabilize the Formation, and using previously refined standard Formation components to replace and repair the slightly damaged Array Bases.

That was all they could do.

Being only at the Nascent Soul Stage, they were far too powerless in the Domain wars, even in great numbers.

Jiang Ding stepped out, flew into the sky, beyond the clouds, passed the Gangwind Layer, and finally arrived within the Realm Thunder Layer, merging with an invisible Great Sun of the Boundary Formation, silently watching the two demonic and divine armies rapidly approaching the Minor Thousand World.

Before long, a terrifying shadow world of thunder light had already descended.

In the next moment, a shadow world eerie and strange, with blood water filling the sky, also arrived.

Both Army Formation worlds spread out myriad chaotic Formation Dao Runes, the thunder light glittering brightly, the blood light covering the sky, producing billions of chain-like runes that sealed the entire world, entwining, layer upon layer.

"Order, the Power of Order..."

In Jiang Ding's eyes, the furnace-like Great Sun divine splendor flickered uncertaintly, rapidly scanning these newly emerged things.

These Upper Realm Cultivators displayed the Power of Order usually reserved for emperors, applying it with such finesse, unseen and unheard of, possessing military Formation techniques not present in the Nine Spirits Realm.

The thunderous chains, blood-colored entwined evil ghost chains twined together, spread in all directions, diffused into the Star River, and even extended into the walls of the realms, completing lock after lock, ensuring that the existence of Immortal Technique could not escape, allowing for meticulous search, not overlooking any details.

Throughout this process, these Upper Realm Cultivators had no words to speak, not considering the Cultivator of the lesser realms as the same kind of species as themselves.

Until the sealing was completely finished.

"Lower Realm Divinity Transformation Cultivator!"

"Kneel!"

Among the spectral world of the Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, a Thunder God General as towering as a mountain appeared, his gaze cold and profound: "Release your Divine Soul and accept the enslavement brand of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, and you may be spared from death."

"Otherwise, your Divine Soul will be utterly annihilated!"

Boom!

A Thunderbolt Summon, like a Thunder God Spear, descended from the heavens, piercing through the realm barrier and aiming a deadly strike at Jiang Ding's brow.

This thunderbolt contained a terrifying force of thunderous destruction, not resembling an enslavement brand for the Divine Soul, more like the Divine Punishment for annihilating evil spirits from the Thunder Department.

Thunderous rain and dew are all heavenly grace!

These Upper Realm Cultivators had no desire to know what the Lower Realm Practitioners thought, nor did they need their response. Even if it were a Nascent Soul Cultivator ruling over a realm, they were nothing but ants in their eyes, unworthy of concern.

This was all so overbearing.

Release the entire Divine Soul, accept the enslavement brand, live.

Not willing to release the Divine Soul, or showing the slightest hesitation, would lead to immediate annihilation of the Divine Soul!

Boom!

The Thunderbolt Summon arrived in an instant.

At the moment when the Thunderbolt Summon was about to reach the green-clothed youth's brow, a finger, unbeknownst when, appeared in front of the Summon and casually reached out to grasp it, as naturally as catching a withered yellow leaf blown down by the gentle breeze.

"Foolish."

Many cultivators in the Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals showed a mocking expression.

Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch, bearer of the name 'Shenxiao'!

He was one of the three monarchs of the 'Shenxiao' 'Divine Thunder' 'Divine Punishment' in the Sect, one of the strongest beneath the Sect's ancestors. Although it was but a casual strike, it was enough to instantly penetrate and kill several Nascent Soul Cultivators with ease.

This short-sighted Lower Realm ant, accustomed to reigning supreme in the Small World, with such sashay and leisurely pace, as if completely unaware of the character for death.

However, it's not strange; most of the stronger ones among the Small World Cultivators are like this.

Ding!

The next moment, many cultivators of the Thunder Department narrowed their pupils in shock.

The green-clothed youth's finger accurately clamped the thunderously gleaming Thunderbolt Summon. Between his fingers, a faint Sword Qi emerged, the Summon emitting a brilliant light, as if it could destroy heaven and earth, with countless dense space rifts blooming.

But in the end, with the sound of an almost imperceptible sword cry, all anomalies of the Thunderbolt Summon disappeared, reverting back to a physical withered yellow Talisman Paper, painted with many cinnabar Runes.

"What?!"

The Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were taken aback, almost unwilling to believe their own eyes.

The Thunder God General was also stunned.

Although it was just a casual strike from him, it should not have been caught by a Small World Cultivator; he should not have such capability, just a Lower Realm practitioner.

He shouldn't be able to handle it with such nonchalance!

"How can this be?"

"Upper Realm Cultivators... not to mention anything else, just in terms of individual combat strength, seem to be no more than this?"

Jiang Ding casually crushed the Thunderbolt Summon, a puzzled look in his eyes: "This strike, surpasses the peak of Divinity Transformation by a margin, but, it's still very weak, I even suspect that the worthless Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch could easily catch it."

"What is the reason for this?"

"Is it because your status among the Upper Realm Cultivators is too low, or is it because your Sect doesn't value individual strength and doesn't care about such matters?"

"Or, the Sect you hail from,"

"is just, so weak?"

Jiang Ding's pupils flashed with the Great Sun Furnace, an icy bloodlight surfacing unconsciously: "Could it be that, Upper Realm Cultivators, are not all mighty, and there exist the weak, the useless, and weak Sects."

"Like, you?"

"Is that so?"