Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1304: 1272: The tedious suppression of rebellion without the strong is finally about to end.

Chapter 1304: Chapter 1272: The tedious suppression of rebellion without the strong is finally about to end.

“Fifteen years, the Flame Stone Star Domain has been pacified.”

“That’s acceptable.”

Jiang Ding, who was cultivating, opened his eyes and gazed into the infinite starry sky in the distance: “Continue the offensive. Use directional teleportation formations to transport troops, split into three armies along the East, West, and North routes. The Eastern route led by Hua Teng, the Northern route by Huo Baosan, and the Western route combining Blood River King, Gu Yan Heavenly Monarch, and other ordinary God-Transformation practitioners. Continue suppressing rebellions and expanding the army.”

“Bring the will of the Xianmen Sect into every corner of every Minor Thousand World.”

“Fully cleanse all living beings that deserve judgment.”

“Yes!”

The strategists of the General Staff, including Shanjian True Monarch, saluted in unison.

…

Under the will of the Great Sun Celestial Lord, all twelve group armies of the Xianmen Jiao Ming Domain’s Second Expeditionary Army mobilized, split into three forces, each with millions of troops, showcasing their intimidating might as they swept in all directions.

Time flowed neither swiftly nor slowly.

No matter how the frontline fared, the Great Sun Heavenly Pond never proactively launched a single attack. It merely traversed the starry sky, following the advancing suppressive armies while maintaining its central position among all the forces.

Jiang Ding remained in cultivation, continuing to accumulate the massive mana required to transition from the mid-stage to the late stage of Spirit Transformation.

Meanwhile, news from the frontlines constantly arrived.

In the third year, Hua Teng’s Eastern Army reported success in conquering Cangyan Star Domain’s Cloud Flow Small World. Without putting up a fight, the ruling Blue Cloud Giant Whale clan fled before the suppressive army’s arrival, carrying a handful of their strong clan members and immediate family into the unknown starry sky.

Hua Teng, using her bloodline-inherited tracking secret technique, collected the aura from the Blue Cloud Giant Whale clan’s palace. She reported confidence in tracking down the Giant Whale King, although the timeframe was uncertain, and asked for instructions from the High Command.

The High Command’s reply arrived swiftly.

“No need for pursuit.”

Jiang Ding annotated: “Occupy the Flowing Cloud Small World, implement the established strategy to resume production, construct teleportation formations, establish protective formations, and conscript troops from the Flowing Cloud Small World.”

“God-Transformation practitioners without the Refining Nothingness essence or objects cannot survive independently in the starry sky for more than three hundred years. These Ten Thousand Clans practitioners lack the ability to live outside Minor Thousand Worlds autonomously, so no concern is necessary.”

“Understood, Vice Marshal’s order!”

The various Nascent Soul-stage generals of the Eastern Starry Sky Corps, along with Hua Teng and other Minor Thousand World cultivators, strictly implemented these orders.

They advanced relentlessly.

If the enemy fled, they occupied the Minor Thousand World, conscripted armies, and established formations to ground Xianmen’s rule firmly.

If the enemy resisted, under the hands of an Emperor-level Skull Blood Vine Demon, all resistance crumbled swiftly and was entirely eradicated.

Even if multiple Minor Thousand Worlds united to form an allied army, or dozens of God-Transformation practitioners joined forces for encirclement and slaughter, the outcome was unchanging.

Moreover, as battles continued, the Xianmen conscripted army’s strength rapidly grew. Army formations began demonstrating proficiency, and they gradually attained God-Transformation peak-level combat power.

The cultivators who managed to survive until this point were no mere amateurs. They were survivors of countless brutal battles and possessed formidable ability and good fortune. Once their doubts, hesitations, and lack of trust were resolved, their combat effectiveness swiftly surged.

Furthermore, Xianmen generals served as the core instructors.

In fact, Gun Xuan Monarch and others already began feeling ripples of apprehension and dread in their hearts.

Some talented God-Transformation practitioners among the Ten Thousand Clans demonstrated prowess far surpassing the rank-and-file soldiers of Xianmen, albeit in rare instances—though even a one-in-thousand or one-in-ten-thousand chance, among millions to tens of millions strong, seemed strikingly prevalent!

Training them was surprisingly easier than guiding Xianmen citizens who had undergone years of compulsory education. These geniuses exhibited remarkable intelligence, exceptional comprehension, hard work, staunch perseverance, and a broad sense of purpose… their virtues were uncountable, grasping lessons instantly.

At first, Gun Xuan Monarch and other Xianmen generals felt delighted, but later, fear crept into their minds. For the first time, they entertained thoughts of withholding talents and setting obstacles, especially when teaching fellow God-Transformation Nascent Soul practitioners the army formations.

However, this was an order from the Great Sun Celestial Lord, one they would not disobey.

The Eastern suppressive army made smooth progress, and so did the Northern suppressive army. With Huo Baosan, a Human practitioner of the Fire Spirit Body and transformation stage, in their ranks, rebellious Minor Thousand Worlds—whether faced individually or gathered in multi-clan allied forces—found their resistance futile.

At most, they managed to temporarily defeat one or two group armies, inflicting heavy casualties.

But when elite fleets ranking near the top among the conscripted forces finally arrived, all hindrances were annihilated. Whether Huo Baosan appeared on a battlefield or news of his arrival spread, the associated rebel army would collapse entirely in despair.

This revealed the terrifying might of an Emperor-class existence at the God-Transformation Phase.

Lacking Refining Nothingness, these Emperor-tier beings were nearly invincible. Without mobilizing dozens of God-Transformation practitioners, victory was an unattainable fantasy.

Compared to the Eastern and Northern suppressive armies, the Western suppressive army under Blood River King progressed more slowly. Unlike Emperor-class forces, they relied on overwhelming numbers of God-Transformation practitioners for attacks, advancing step by step, stabilizing their footing with each move, and killing their way forward amidst intermittent encirclement by multi-clan rebellious forces.

Yet, as the suppressive army’s formations became increasingly adept, and reinforcements from the rear filled the gaps with skilled officers and soldiers, the army’s power surged dramatically. Subsequently, they broke the enemy defenses, pursued their retreat, and achieved victories in their suppressive war formations.

Although this route required the heaviest sacrifices and suffered immense casualties, it sharpened the army to perfection. Among their forces was the Ninth Starry Sky Group Army, its combat strength far surpassing any other unit among the conscripts, earning a slight remark of praise from the Great Sun Celestial Lord.

The three suppressive armies continued their steady advance.

In mere forty years, they recovered over fifty Minor Thousand Worlds. Xianmen’s logistics and transportation routes were tentatively established, allowing the frontline fleets of Xianmen’s billions of citizen fleets—currently at a standoff with the Eight Great Immortal Sects’ powerful practitioners—to receive troops, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, spirit stones, and other supplies once again.

During this period, some minor incidents occurred.

After spending decades in the Dead Silent Starry Sky, rulers like the Giant Whale King, who had abandoned their tribes to flee, grew discontent. Seizing the opportunity, they returned to strike at the rear Minor Thousand Worlds, attacking the defensive formations and stationed armies of these worlds, achieving quick victories.

The rear defensive corps was undeniably weak, unable to fend off the likes of the Giant Whale King, even with the help of defensive formations against these destitute remnants of royalty.

However, when the teleportation formation deep within the layered defenses flashed with radiance, a delicate green vine-haired woman appeared at the center of the formation. The Giant Whale King revealed a terrified expression, burned his essence blood, and frantically fled into the distant starry sky.

Unfortunately, his escape proved futile.

Once he entered Hua Teng’s line of sight, his fate was sealed. There was no other outcome but death, as the Giant Whale King hadn’t even reached the peak of Spirit Transformation, remaining merely at the mid-stage.

Not only the Giant Whale King, but other royal figures attempting to harass the rear amid the frontline suppressive campaigns met similar fates—killed if not fled, utterly intimidated, left without the bravery to approach any Minor Thousand World again.

The disappearance of these instabilities allowed the newly reclaimed Minor Thousand Worlds to solidify their stability completely.

At this juncture, the Eastern, Western, and Northern suppressive armies ceased their outward expansion and began assembling with great solemnity.

The reason was clear—the rebellion’s most formidable figure, Steel Bone King, ruler of the Skull Blood Vine Demon Imperial Court, had made his move.

He amassed armies and royalty from over fifty Minor Thousand Worlds, approaching with extreme confidence. No longer passively hiding, he initiated an attack, catching Huo Baosan’s Northern Army off guard, defeating them and slaughtering tens of thousands of conscripted practitioners.

The Northern Army narrowly escaped into a Minor Thousand World, relying on formations to hold their ground. However, they faced relentless day-and-night sieges, teetering on the brink of destruction.