Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 777 - 758 Xianmen Sect General Military Meeting

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"Zhong Yuan, the Sect is still considering. Please wait a bit longer..."

Qingmu Taoist disciple Ji Liuyue said softly.

"Wait a bit longer?"

Zhong Yuanzi showed a hint of anger.

"It's been a hundred years since the Heavenly Palace requested an alliance, hasn't it?"

"A hundred years!"

"The Eight Great Immortal Sects originated from the same source. How can we let the inferior beings from outside our realm take over, shaming our Ancestor Master?"

"This Eastern Devil School has developed to this extent in a mere ten thousand years. What will happen in another ten thousand? Can you really not see?"

He said with heartfelt pain.

"Little sister, if we don't eradicate them now, I fear the troubles will be endless!"

Once these reasons were aired, the expressions of those around became solemn.

They were the next generation of heirs to the Immortal Sects, and their knowledge and education were far beyond that of ordinary cultivators. They were crystal clear about the overall situation and the immanent risks on such a large scale.

"Zhong Yuan, little sister actually knows all this, it's just that..."

Qingmu Taoist disciple Ji Liuyue hesitated, then seemed to finally make up her mind.

"I am young and weak, short-sighted, and I speak nonsense. Please don't take offense."

She said tenderly, "Little sister is worried about many things, tossing and turning and thus hesitant to make a decision.

Of course, little sister is just a junior, and her decisions don't really count for much. The main decisions are still made by our master and the elders. Consider it just a casual conversation between fellow disciples."

"What is little sister worried about?"

"Worried about this, worried about that."

Zhong Yuanzi chuckled derisively, "If we keep delaying for another hundred thousand years, until the Eastern Devil School's Refining Nothingness cultivation method emerges, our descendants will no longer have worries, for they will have already become servants, doomed to eternal servitude, with our Ancestor Master's inheritance stolen by thieves."

"Brother, little sister is worried,"

Ji Liuyue continued, "that in this era of great change, the Green Wood Immortal Sect might one day be like the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, obliterated overnight, our Ancestor Master's legacy extinguished, perhaps by one of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, or even by a certain sect."

Zhong Yuanzi's gaze sharpened.

"Little sister thinks that if the fate of the Green Wood Immortal Sect is to be destroyed in the future, whether at the hands of the Eastern Devil School or another sect, for us, the difference is not significant."

Ji Liuyue said softly.

To be destroyed by a certain sect in the future.

Zhong Yuanzi's complexion changed slightly.

Currently, the strongest Immortal Sect is the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.

The Xuanwu Heavenly Palace has the largest territory, the most cultivators, and is the most aggressive, with constant wars, although they are all directed against the Eastern Devil School.

If the Eastern Devil School were to be destroyed, who would be next?

"Brother, if you have worries, and so do I, can we find a way to alleviate our mutual concerns?"

Ji Liuyue made a suggestion.

"Little sister, I would like to hear the details."

Zhong Yuanzi's expression softened, and he performed a gesture of respect.

"The Xuanwu Heavenly Palace currently has forty-one Small Worlds."

Ji Liuyue spoke slowly.

"This... that's too many."

"This number is already close to that held by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion before they initiated the war to unify the Domains thousands of years ago; it really worries little sister.

In fact, it is not just little sister who is concerned. Elder Brother An of the Five Elements Heavenly Sect, elder brothers from the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, Jietian Immortal Palace... everyone is very worried."

"Brother, could we do this,"

Qingmu Taoist disciple said in a voice as tender as to break one's heart.

"For the peace of the Eight Great Immortal Sects and for the sake of the grand scheme of the Domains, could the Heavenly Palace consider ceding half of its Small Worlds? Not belonging to any power, but to be jointly managed by our Eight Great Immortal Sects?"

"With this, the covenant could be signed immediately."

"How dare you!"

Zhong Yuanzi's face turned green with displeasure, unable to hide his sentiments.

Just open your mouth and ask to cede half of the Small Worlds!

If such a covenant were proposed, he even suspected that the Divinity Transformation Heavenly Monarchs in his own sect would tear him to pieces on the spot, and no one would hold them accountable. Even the ancestors would turn a blind eye.

"You are delusional."

Zhong Yuanzi reined in his anger and spoke calmly.

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"Yes, it's foolish wishful thinking."

"Brother,"

Ji Liuyue's expression turned sorrowful as she sighed and said, "But, who would want to see the power of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion rise once again, sweeping through all directions, destroying the ancestral masters' sacrifices, and unifying the Domain?"

"Our concerns, that's how they are."

"Sister, the Eight Great Immortal Sects all stem from the same source, and it surely won't come to that. Your Sect is really worrying over nothing..."

Zhong Yuanzi forced a smile.

These words, even he found them grating to hear.

When facing the Eastern Devil School, one must look far ahead and not be shortsighted.

In Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, on the other hand, there's no need for unfounded worries.

It's quite a contradiction, to say the least.

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Time flowed by leisurely,

and another four years passed.

Under the phantom of the Sun God Wood, Jiang Ding refined a sword with Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, then using No. 10 Synthetic Gengjin and the elite of myriad golds as ink, he used Divine Sense and Sword Intent as the brush, to painstakingly etch within the Taiqing Flying Sword.

After a long while, the final Heavenly Gang prohibition rune was carved.

Hum!

The dense prohibition runes within the Taiqing Flying Sword lit up one by one, neatly orderly like chip patterns, shining with brilliant gold. Within the small area the size of a fingernail, up and down, left and right, back and forth, three-dimensional rune seals were sculpted, forming a hollow spherical shape that rotated slightly. Billions of runes flickered in and out of existence, a sight so beautiful it took one's breath away.

They were plainly just a bunch of lifeless objects drawn with No. 10 Synthetic Gengjin and elite gold.

But at that moment, with Mana and Divine Sense infused into that spherical prohibition, something akin to the vitality of life began to stir.

This was the sixth Heavenly Gang prohibition!

As it formed and shone with light, the other five rotating Heavenly Gang prohibitions emitted rays of gold light, leading the pre-set reserved structures. Billions of pure gold runes writhed, changed shape, and slowly formed a whole.

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

In that instant, the Taiqing Flying Sword rang out with clear tones, its Sword Intent tore the heavens, the earth trembled, the sword cries were incessant, and the destructive Sword Intent filled the space between heaven and earth, turning it into a world dominated by the Sword Dao.

After a while, the phenomenon subsided.

"A mid-grade Nascent Treasure..."

Jiang Ding gently stroked the Bluegold blade.

A crazed killing intent flickered in his eyes. The next second, his expression returned to a detached calm, and then the next, it turned blood red again, the color of magma mixed with blood, fluctuating unpredictably.

From a distance, it looked eerie and terrifying, sending a shiver down one's spine.

Decades of refining swords daily, tempering his own Sword Intent with the intent within the Scorching Sun Spirit Iron, this greatly changed him.

"I have a bit of a headache,"

"This is an inherent flaw of the Great Sun lineage. It seems I've overestimated my own willpower."

Jiang Ding was aware of his condition and rubbed his temples.

"I need to quickly find someone strong, with Magic Intention or Sword Intent to kill, to calm myself down.

Damnit, those Tushan maidservants show some signs of betrayal but haven't betrayed, and without solid evidence, it's not easy for me to make a move, and their strength seems to be insufficient too, not very useful, only piling up in numbers, should I guide them or not..."

"No, that's not right."

"Calm down! Stay calm!"

"Don't do this. Entrapment is wrong."

"I am a kind and naive youth; I won't kill people without reason. I should face everything with willpower, and have confidence in myself."

Jiang Ding felt restless within. He simply closed his eyes and began breathing in Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence to cultivate, chopping away bit by bit at the violent killing thoughts that kept surfacing in his mind.

But it was unknown,

whether this sword-refining secret technique from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion was eliminating the killing thoughts, or refining them into finer, more concentrated forms, integrally fusing them into his Life Flying Sword.

Ding!

Unbeknownst to him, the Central Array Spirit Computer's system notification rang.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, the hot, red color flashing and then disappearing.

"Ding!"

"Citizen 5227... Jiang Ding, the 274th Xianmen Sect's All-Citizen Military Conference is now in session. You are invited to attend. Please arrive at the venue within three days, without delay."

"Violators will be dealt with by military law."