Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1297: 1265: Why Not Take the Laws of the Xianmen Sect Seriously?

Chapter 1297: Chapter 1265: Why Not Take the Laws of the Xianmen Sect Seriously?

The Xuanhu King stood amidst the starry sky.

His body was as grand as a mountain, harder than ten-thousand-forged Spiritual Gold; each of his tiger whiskers stretched over ten meters long. Born from the ferocious tigers, rulers of the beasts, he had ascended all the way to the Divinity Transformation Stage, weathering countless storms of blood and slaughter.

Even the faintest release of his aura was enough to make billions of living beings quake in terror, causing them to bleed from their orifices and die in fright.

And yet, at this moment, though his form remained enormous and unchanged, he somehow exuded an impression of docile meekness reminiscent of a housecat.

“Fellow Daoist, according to the Immortal Sect Law, a grievous offense involving the massacre of citizens has occurred. You are obligated to cooperate with the investigation, including a review of your Divine Soul.”

Jiang Ding spoke lightly.

“No, Heavenly Monarch!”

“This is my Divine Soul. Even the Immortal Sects cannot…”

The Xuanhu King, visibly shaken, erupted with all his power and Essence Blood, and turned to flee in frenzied desperation.

Buzz!

Instantly, a destructive pressure unfolded across the heavens and earth. The tiger form as massive as a mountain halted mid-stride, frozen completely; his Divine Soul and Mana became rigid and stagnant, ceasing their flow entirely.

His body faltered and stumbled backward uncontrollably. His colossal head bowed low, falling before the green-clothed youth.

“Why,”

“Why is it that people repeatedly fail to uphold the laws of the Immortal Sect?”

Jiang Ding murmured softly, placing his hand lightly upon the Xuanhu King’s forehead: “Compared to the Eight Great Immortal Sects’ decree of ‘The unknown punishment lends immeasurable fear,’ and the whipping, beating, and servitude imposed by the Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s tyranny, how clear and structured the Immortal Sect Law is. Everything is codified, with all situations accounted for and remedies provided—it changes nothing.”

“Every citizen is restrained and protected by the Immortal Sect Law. No one acts savagely, and dignity is preserved for all.”

“Such kindness—why do you not cherish it?”

A terrifying Divine Sense imbued with the Power of the Six Paths’ Order surged into the Xuanhu King’s Divine Soul, utilizing the Immortal Sect’s Soul Searching Secret Technique. The immense Divine Soul and order-infused force, seven times larger than those of peers in the same realm, rendered the Xuanhu King’s resistance fragile as paper, easily torn apart.

Scenes began to flash before Jiang Ding’s eyes.

A black tiger born of the Xianghu Tribe, its growth, the humiliation endured during the reign of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, bowing and scraping, eventually obtaining fortuitous opportunities, experiencing a surge in cultivation, and evolutionary leaps in bloodline… Such events passed swiftly, revealing the Xuanhu King’s life. Among these, there were insights of considerable value even to Nascent Soul Cultivators, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, and Demon Race scriptures.

Jiang Ding completely ignored these, accelerating further, until he arrived at the time over a century ago, when citizens had been massacred.

The Shadow Demon Abyss cultivators’ cunning words, repeated assurances, and guarantees had stoked the Xuanhu King’s greed and ambition—the desire to become a Domain Ruler like the Horned Demon Imperial Clan. The promise of various benefits urged him to risk everything. Yet before he could act, he was already defeated by the deeper foundation of the Magic Rock Clan.

All these were common occurrences, bearing no guilt.

Every person harbors ambition. The Immortal Sect never condemns thoughts, only real and verifiable actions. Thus, everyone’s minds remain free.

Until one particular scene.

Tens of thousands of Immortal Sect citizens were slaughtered in a surprise attack by the Demon Mountain King at a base. The citizens perished one by one at the hands of the monarch, and the Xuanhu King coldly observed from start to finish.

He watched as the last citizen was seized by a talented youth of the Magic Rock Clan, devoured entirely. Amid wails of agony, the citizen was chewed into pulp, even their Divine Soul consumed.

The talented youth of the Magic Rock Clan bore an expression of pure enjoyment.

The Immortal Sect citizens were weak, most being Golden Pill or below; their cultivation brought little growth, but their Domain Overlord status granted the Magic Rock youth a satisfaction exceeding mere cultivation.

It wasn’t that the Immortal Sect lacked powerful figures.

One hundred Minor Thousand Worlds was simply too vast.

The Immortal Sect couldn’t dispatch enough personnel, so they opted for temporary compromise, offering preferential rights to slave clans, lighter tributes, and defined deadlines. All was conducted openly and honorably, without intent to betray.

From start to finish, the Xuanhu King watched coldly.

Until the end, he never witnessed the arrival of Immortal Sect experts. Regretfully, he sighed, turned around, and departed.

At last, all scenes settled like dust.

“Fellow Daoist, a fine pastime indeed—watching idly from beginning to end…”

Jiang Ding released his hand and spoke icily.

“Haha!”

“Your Excellency, how domineering.”

The Xuanhu King awakened from the searing pain, letting out a bitter laugh. He dared not curse or lament, for he still had other clan members. Yet with unwillingness, he said: “In this domain, powerful clans are ever-present, and elites endless. If Your Excellency encounters a fate akin to mine one day, do recall this day’s Cause and Effect.”

“As I am now, so too shall Your Excellency be!”

“If such a day comes, I will.”

Jiang Ding slowly placed his hand on his sword hilt, his tone cold: “Should the Immortal Sect encounter an opponent it cannot resist, we will seek ways to flee. If escape is impossible, we will submit. Such is the ice-cold ruthlessness of this domain.”

“But never will we, while the strength of the dominant clan remains intact, shamelessly leap forth to seize the spoils of their victory.”

“Fellow Daoist Xuanhu, what do you believe?”

“…”

The Xuanhu King paused.

Then, he revealed a look of desolation.

“Indeed, it is so.”

“Thank you for Education, Your Excellency.”

The Xuanhu King bowed deeply in respect.

Clang!

A flash of Sword-light bloomed, flickered, and vanished.

A bloodstain appeared at the Xuanhu King’s neck, swiftly widening. His mountain-like tiger head rolled down onto the ground, spurting fountains of blood dozens of meters high as his Spiritual Gold-like tiger form collapsed backward.

The king of the Tiger Clan breathed his last.

“Attack.”

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword and pointed toward the Magical Stone Minor Realm: “Within this world are still tens of millions of Magic Rock Clan members. Go—execute every single one directly or indirectly involved in the massacre of citizens. Execute every slave clan member directly or indirectly involved in the massacre of citizens. Execute all slaves who resist the Immortal Sect’s will.”

Execute, execute, execute.

The word echoed repeatedly, sending shivers through the hearts of many Minor Thousand World cultivators. This teacher, previously serene, now exhibited a bloodlust that struck terror over the slaughter of Immortal Sect citizens.

“Establish the Immortal Sect’s order upon the land.”

“Bring before me all Golden Pill Monks willing to pledge allegiance to the Immortal Sect.”

“Yes, Vice Marshal!”

Millions of Minor Thousand World cultivators responded respectfully, their voices reverberating across the Star River’s expanse.

Without hesitation, they departed swiftly, unwilling to delay even a moment. Under the guard of Nascent Soul Cultivators, the second- and third-tier Immortal Sect fleets broke through the Minor Thousand Worlds’ Barrier, pierced the Magical Stone Minor Realm, and commenced planetary landings.

Among these landing cultivators, only Golden Pill Monks and those below participated. Such was the will of the Minor Thousand World’s consciousness.

All Nascent Soul Monks and beings above the Nascent Soul realm from outside the world faced severe constraints, hampered significantly in their combat capacity. They were unable to perform effectively in landing operations, while attacks aimed at native Golden Pill Monks and below missed their mark.

At the same time, the Minor Thousand World’s consciousness did not protect native Nascent Soul Monks and those above.

This was precisely why Jiang Ding and many Divinity Transformation Sect cultivators could attack the world’s inhabitants.

If low-ranking cultivators were caught in the vicinity of high-level cultivators mid-battle, they wouldn’t face danger from collateral damage. Only those participating in landing operations could truly clear away and occupy the Minor Thousand World.

At this moment, millions of Immortal Sect conscription fleets descended upon the Magical Stone Minor Realm.

Simultaneously, within the magical realm, Nascent Soul Monks from all slave clans apart from the Magic Rock Clan obediently flew out beyond the world, arriving before the Immortal Sect cultivators, offering grand obeisance.