Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1303: 1271: Suppressing the Eleven Realms

Chapter 1303: Chapter 1271: Suppressing the Eleven Realms

Jiang Ding carefully inspected the physical and Divine Soul conditions of over twenty thousand Immortal Sect citizens. He discovered that they had merely been sealed for a prolonged period and were not dead. Furthermore, some citizens bore traces of forced life extension using external Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures.

Life-extending treasures at the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Stage were not particularly difficult to acquire for a realm’s ruler.

Coupled with God-Transformation Phase sealing techniques that slowed the loss of life energy, the citizens were overall in a healthy state.

“You two are… not bad at all…”

Jiang Ding said joyfully.

This was the happiest he’d felt since he set out on his expedition.

However, this did not mean everything could be wiped clean.

He wasn’t masochistic, nor would he let Immortal Sect citizens get beaten down to despair only to offer them hope, and then expect gratitude in return from the victims.

“Heavenly Monarch…”

Many cultivators from the Minor Thousand Worlds, upon seeing this scene, felt a pang of emotion in their hearts.

An invincible commander, an unrivaled Heavenly Monarch, expressing such genuine joy upon seeing Golden Core Foundation Establishment cultivators safe and sound, made them yearn greatly for the identity of an “Immortal Sect citizen.”

Even though this ideal seemed as unattainable as moonlight in water or a flower in a mirror.

“Release your Divine Souls, you two.”

Jiang Ding’s smile vanished abruptly as he said indifferently.

There was no threat in his tone, just the casual ease of conversation, yet the two Minor Thousand World Heavenly Monarchs felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

Not daring to delay his command in any way, they immediately released their Divine Souls, allowing his Divine Sense to enter like flipping pages in a book, searching through all the information recorded within.

Their heads throbbed slightly, their bodies trembled.

After several breaths.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

He pondered briefly, then snapped his fingers, sending out two streams of Sword Qi. They silently tore through space and ripped apart the natural order.

“Not good!”

The Gu Yan Heavenly Monarch and Rouxi Heavenly Monarch were horrified.

Instinctively, they attempted to resist with mana, but it was completely useless. The two faint streams of Sword Qi effortlessly knocked them back dozens of kilometers, sending them crashing to the ground, coughing up blood incessantly, their spirits waning, and even fragments of their livers spat from their mouths.

Yet, despite this, their hearts were filled with wild joy.

“Fellow Daoists,

“Your ambivalence and indecision are absolutely forbidden under the Immortal Sect law.”

Jiang Ding said calmly, “Given the urgency of the current war, this Monarch will grant you both the opportunity for redemption through battle merits. If your performance is satisfactory, your past crimes can be absolved. If your contributions are significant, you may even receive additional rewards for your merits.”

“Do you understand?”

“Thank you, Great Sun Heavenly Monarch, for your mercy!”

Both Rouxi Heavenly Monarch struggled to their feet, bowing deeply with heartfelt gratitude.

This gratitude spanned beyond mere strength, reaching deep into their innermost hearts.

If any of their own subordinates, Nascent Soul monks, committed acts of betrayal, death would have been a near certainty — not redemption, not mercy, none of these luxuries.

Of course, this would only hold true if the other party’s strength were sufficiently overpowering.

As long as the other retained such unparalleled power, their gratitude would never waver, their loyalty would remain pure.

“Go now, assist with the Immortal Sect fleet’s integration efforts and organize new armies.”

Jiang Ding waved a hand, dismissing them.

Naturally, Spirit Soul Restrictions were planted within them—he had no inclination to trust their moral integrity. Their countless ambiguous actions in the past had already proven such things utterly nonexistent.

Finally, Jiang Ding’s gaze fell upon the remaining seven envoys from the Minor Thousand Worlds.

Their eloquent promises and offerings of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures came to an abrupt halt.

Pale-faced, they sensed an unbearably cruel fate looming over them, envisioning an existence shrouded in dim, icy despair.

“You may leave as well.”

Jiang Ding would not slaughter emissaries on the battlefield, speaking indifferently. “Tell your kings this: await death, or prepare for battle, or attempt to flee. But I assure you, they shall ultimately perish.”

“Heavenly Monarch…”

The emissaries revealed bitter expressions.

Before they could react, the radiant figure of the green-clothed youth waved a hand. Space around them reversed, and their vision blurred. When they regained clarity, they found themselves in a pitch-black, lifeless starry sky.

The seven envoys exchanged glances, seeing the ash-gray expressions of despair reflected upon each other’s faces.

Without a word, they reconvened with their delegations and staggered back in the direction of their respective Minor Thousand Worlds.

…

Several months later.

When these emissaries returned to their realms and bitterly recounted the outcomes of their journeys, several emissaries, unable to bear reproach or shame, chose to end their lives in despair rather than face the forthcoming, dreadful fate.

They sought to die during the peak of their race’s prosperity.

“Allied forces!”

“We must form allied forces!”

Several kings roared, their eyes crimson with rage.

“Search for the Shadow Demon Abyss, seek the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, approach the Five Elements Heavenly Sect… We no longer require any terms; we’re willing to unconditionally become their vassals, their slaves!”

“Are the Demon Schools truly invincible?”

Other kings growled with overwhelming murderous intent.

Mobilizing massive armies, they banded together with other kings from nearby Minor Thousand Worlds, preparing for a desperate fight rather than resigning to their doom.

Simultaneously, many kings abandoned their roles, leaving behind shells to deceive their people, and secretly fled into the distant starry skies, renouncing prestigious ancestral titles solely for survival.

Clang!

However, as these fleeing kings distanced themselves from their worlds, they collectively witnessed a brilliant flying sword emanating heavy chaotic auras. An immense destructive pressure descended upon their Divine Souls.

Silent yet oppressive warnings.

Retreat—or perish?

All fleeing kings chose to retreat.

None dared face the terrifying sword-light, unable to even fathom its authenticity, trembling uncontrollably as they retreated, returning to their people, enduring the cold ridicule in their clansmen’s eyes.

These fleeing kings remained silent.

…

Ten years later.

The Second Expeditionary Army’s General Staff delivered news to Jiang Ding.

“Vice Marshal!”

Shanjian True Monarch saluted. “The eleven Minor Thousand Worlds within the Flame Stone Star Domain have been recovered. All Spirit Transformation cultivators guilty of capital crimes, and all cultivators directly or indirectly involved in slaughtering Immortal Sect citizens, have been eradicated. This star domain is now fully under our control.”

“We currently possess twelve Star Sky Recruitment Army Groups, each commanding Spirit Transformation experts at mid-stage or above. The higher-ranked Groups exhibit proportionally greater strength.”

“In political integration, Hua Teng Heavenly Monarch’s leadership of the Moral and Ethical Education Department has yielded tremendous results. Resistance and hostility toward the Immortal Sect within the army have largely faded, replaced by emotions of yearning and respect.”

This miraculous change stemmed partly from Hua Teng’s outstanding political work.

Even more crucial, however, was the appeal of benefits.

The ruling races in these Minor Thousand Worlds had mostly been annihilated. Now, the majority of Nascent Soul monks, Golden Core Foundation Establishment cultivators, and other cultivators within the territory were once from the Slave Clan.

Although they remained subordinate to the Immortal Sect, shedding a layer of hierarchy dramatically elevated their racial status. Furthermore, merits won in warfare brought significant rewards to many cultivators from the Ten Thousand Clans.

With such conditions stacked together, earning the goodwill of the cultivators was no challenge.