Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1248 - 1216: Breaking the Formation, Returning to the Xianmen Sect

Hearing the public sentiment of the citizens, Jiang Ding did not revel in joy, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Hundreds of billions in population base..."

"That's too few, it must reach at least a trillion for it to suffice."

Jiang Ding pondered and said, "No matter which path we take, Xianmen Sect is the most fundamental existence."

"But for a star civilization, a population of hundreds of billions is far too little no matter how you look at it, insufficient to support the civilization. Indeed, we can absorb the elites from the outside, but it must be based on a sufficient populous foundation, not allowing the guests to become the hosts."

To him, the citizens of Xianmen Sect have always been the essential foundation.

"Is that so?"

An Siyan looked at him in surprise: "I thought you would be overjoyed."

"However, personally, I also do not wish to see the number of Xianmen Sect citizens increase too greatly. We have fought blood battles for so long, made so many sacrifices, without a single complaint, for the overall interest of the citizens."

"Having triumphed, can't we indulge ourselves for a while?"

"Must we sacrifice ourselves for the greater good again?"

She felt somewhat indignant.

"Hmm, that's a valid point."

Jiang Ding agreed.

The two did not continue this topic and instead turned to discuss some views on advancing to Divinity Transformation, which are of utmost concern to Peak Nascent Soul Cultivators.

After an indefinable amount of time.

Hum!

Accompanied by the bloom of countless Spatial Runes at the edge of the sky, a hazy silhouette with a single horn emerged once again in the Starry Sky.

This was the last batch of Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators.

If we include the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators annihilated in the surprise attack wars by the Nine Great Immortal Sects previously, this could almost be regarded as the last of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

Once again, a total, physical sense of the extinction of a species was about to unravel in this Domain.

Boom!

At that moment, thunder and a pair of eyes filled with suffering and fiery red pupils appeared in the Starry Sky where the Spatial Runes bloomed.

He seemed to want to strike from across the void.

And in an instant, he was obstructed by nine terrifying figures.

The faint whiff of breath that dissipated from a distance of billions of kilometers froze the rules of this space and time; the space instantly became as rigid as a steel plate. Not to mention lesser forces like order, Divine Sense, Mana, an unknown number of cultivators' brains went blank, losing their sense of resistance.

"Harmonization..."

Jiang Ding's body shivered.

He wanted to resist, but he couldn't manage it.

The surrounding spatial rules congealed, no longer flowing and comfortable, and no longer at the cultivators' whim.

The only thing he could do was to watch, alert, as that heavy, terrifying aura descended and then vanished under the obstruction of other forces.

He could only accept his destiny.

Beyond that, there was nothing he could do.

It was not until that breath that had traversed billions of kilometers dissipated that Jiang Ding gradually regained his strength, Divine Sense and Mana, and once more order spread to the surrounding world, enabling him to take control.

'Harmonization... Harmonization...'

'Such terrifying power!'

Jiang Ding did not rage about anything, silently repeating this name in his heart.

He reminded himself once again that in the face of an enemy beyond one's own league, only time and endless space could shield him; hence, only by being cautious and prudent could he have enough time to grow.

Crack!

Crack, crack...

As that terrifying breath left, the world confined by the Yama Hell Equal King Yin-Yang Inversion Array began to show cracks everywhere, with dark brown Runes emerging between heaven and earth, countless blood flowing, myriad Vital Souls and resentful spirits of the dead appeared, roaring furiously, cursing with bitterness and hate...

These were the countless souls that had perished in this battlefield, each a powerhouse in the eyes of outside cultivators and mortals, yet they died en masse, covered in rancor and blood across the battlefield.

All endless hatred and blood converged towards a central point, forming a terrifying vortex, within which a horrible black and red aura blossomed, containing an inexplicable and unknown power.

It was even a power beyond Harmonization!

Innumerable changes beyond the comprehension of Nascent Soul Cultivators took birth within that black and red vortex.

In the end, all the strange phenomena disappeared, resulting in the formation of a dreadful black and red curse arrow.

This arrow was condensed from the blood and vengeful spirits of countless beings who had died on this battlefield, carrying a certain strong directionality.

"...King Pingdeng... Equal..."

"...Judgment..."

In the void, came a vast and low whisper, following a form of 'equality' that was extremely biased, yet equality was still needed, as it was the foundation of its existence.

It made a judgment.

"Black Corner Ant Clan, defeated!"

Whoosh!

The terrible black and red curse arrow, containing the death and blood of countless beings, vanished along a certain pattern and a strong aura of cause and effect.

The turbulent world slowly recovered its calm.

The blood battleground cage that had bound numerous beings disappeared, the shattered space healed, and even the smell of blood and the remnants of resentment and Vital Souls from the battlefield vanished, leaving the cosmic starry sky tranquil.

Whew~

Whew whew~

Around, the sounds of exhaling continued one after another.

Clearly, at the moment the black and red arrow appeared, everyone's nerves were taut, fearing that death would descend the next moment.

Now, they felt the relief of having survived a calamity.

Hum!

As things settled slightly, nine flying Treasures of different shapes — some resembling the Moon Palace, others fairy mountains, and yet others verdant branch tree houses — appeared in the void, bursting forth with Refining Void Stage speed, hastening towards the direction of the Domain passage, not interested in staying even a moment longer.

They were the Nine Great Daoists of the Immortal Sects.

They felt no shame in such a display of weakness, acting with utter self-assurance.

Only Yu Qianzi tightly gripped her Taiyin Flying Sword, her face showing strong reluctance, but in the end, she did not turn back to proceed with her sword to seek her own Sword Dao.

Because, at this moment, she was unable to find a single shred of possibility to defeat her opponent in her Sword Heart.

This was not a Sword Fight, but suicide.

A Sword Cultivator would never challenge an opponent they could not overcome no matter what, as there would be no chance for breakthrough.

At the last moment, Yu Qianzi took one deep look at that green-clothed youth, etching his image in her heart.

"I, too, must leave."

Jiang Ding was not the slightest bit proud, and sighed softly.

In the presence of a Harmonization cultivator, he was frighteningly weak, possessing not the slightest resistance, and being here wouldn't help the Xianmen Sect but would instead distract Yuan Deng and others with the need to protect him.

The Jiaoming Emperor and the Great Powers of the Eight Great Immortal Sects all harbored a very strong desire to kill him.

"So do we."

"Dari Swordsman, give us a ride. We need to return to the rear to recuperate and slumber," said Gu Lin True Lord, An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng, and others as they approached with smiles.

In these times of war, without a large number of Xianmen Nascent Soul Cultivators and Sixth Order Array Masters among them, they could not form a Refining Void Stage Army Formation, making them vulnerable and dangerous in the starry sky.

"Then let's go together."

Jiang Ding glanced into the distant starry sky.

There, with the shattering of the Yama Hell Equal King Yin-Yang Inversion Array, the Harmonization Battlefield must have undergone great changes, with Yuan Deng and others certainly struggling in life-and-death battles. Now was not the time to disturb them.

Raising his hand, Jiang Ding unfolded the Great Sun Heavenly Pond in his palm, radiating its light outward, instantaneously expanding to ninety thousand kilometers in size.

The light from Great Sun Heavenly Pond illuminated the surroundings, gathering all Xianmen cultivators and spoils of the Xianmen Sect, with the eternally spinning crystal walls rotating, heading towards the Domain passage.