Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 827 - 807: The Seven Great Daoists Break Through the Barrier and Land

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to rest and recuperate.

At a certain moment, he opened his eyes.

Eight familiar targets began to scatter, one target with the aura of Five Elements Reincarnation vanished from sight, while the other seven targets started moving towards the direction of the Spirit Fire Realm.

"They left? Where are they going?"

"Is there another battlefield? Xianmen's Mother Planet?"

Jiang Ding's brow furrowed slightly, clearly displeased.

Five Elements Reincarnation, an endless source of mana, was crucial for him as it could enhance his endurance in combat, increase the speed of his Cultivation, and improve the efficiency of refining his Flying Sword... More mana for Cultivators meant that there were no inconveniences in handling affairs.

He then closed his eyes again.

Such matters regarding strategic changes in domain warfare were not within his purview; his vision and experience were too limited to support his own decisions.

"Jiang Ding, there's some good news."

Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch came to Jiang Ding with a sound transmission that sounded like he was bearing good tidings, "Thanks to our diplomatic efforts, and the Five Elements Heavenly Sect's own inclinations, the Taoist of Five Elements, An Tuzi, has been reassigned to the Eastern Front Group Armies, where he will join Taiyin Swordsman Yu Qianzi in the attack on the Bone Forest Group Armies."

He looked expectant of praise.

The young man before him should say thank you to Senior Divine Mechanism, express heartfelt gratitude to the seniors of the diplomatic department... and then he could respond with humble words about how Xianmen was unified in life and death, devoid of distinctions between you and me.

"What?!!!"

"Why on earth!"

Jiang Ding was startled, lost his temper, and blurted out without thinking.

"Why is it always like this!"

"Don't let him get away!"

"Huh?"

Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch was taken aback.

"It's nothing, thank you, Senior."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, regained his composure, and expressed his thanks.

Rationally speaking, this was extremely correct, the potential of fighting nine on one had changed to seven on one, greatly reducing the pressure.

After all, he was not the Great Sun Swordsman from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

The heritage and resources of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion were actually at the Realm Domain Master level; their disciples naturally ranked half a level above the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

What Zhong Guangzi and other Great Sun Swordsmen could achieve, he might not necessarily be able to do.

Perhaps in the future, he could, but right now, it was uncertain.

The gap between the inheritance of Xianmen and that of a Domain Ruler was still significant.

"The Spirit Fire Realm, right?"

Jiang Ding asked again.

"Yes, this is a critical node of our 'Formation of Myriad Stars of the Northern Dipper from the Heavens', relying on the entire Minor Thousand World as support. Should we lose it, the entire Great Formation would collapse significantly."

"The bigger problem is, we are at a disadvantage in the Outer Realm battlefield and cannot prevent their landing," Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch continued gravely. "But this is not certain either, the landing party has the initiative, and they can choose any Minor Thousand World they can reach to land on."

"The only good news is that we can maneuver through the Boundary Formation; wherever they land, we can be prepared in advance."

Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch explained the battlefield situation, his thoughts drifting, contemplating other matters, feeling a mix of relief and shame.

If there were no Great Sun Swordsmen pressuring the Taoist disciples of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, they would never have chosen to converge. Instead, they would have split into eight armies, each landing simultaneously on eight different Minor Thousand Worlds. Xianmen could rely only on the Bone Forest Group Armies to hold off one Minor Thousand World invasion.

The remaining seven Minor Thousand Worlds, even if they could rely on Forbidden Nuclear Weapons to buy time, could not avoid inevitable defeat.

At that time, the only chance for victory would be a desperate attack by the Immortal Sect Fleet in the Outer Realm battlefield, taking the initiative to strike at the Great Experts of the Eight Great Immortal Sects and hoping to defeat them and repel them in direct combat, thus winning the war.

But this would undoubtedly switch from defensive to siege warfare, and the casualties would inevitably increase manyfold. The chances of victory would be slim, akin to hoping for a miracle, a choice born of desperation.

This was also the reason for his profound guilt.

He believed that these people had shifted enormous risks onto a little child not yet three hundred years old.

"The situation has changed, it's the Spirit Fire Realm."

Suddenly, Divine Mechanism received a new report and his expression slightly shifted. "They have begun to sweep all Nascent Soul and higher beings in the Spirit Fire Realm using Refining Void Dao Soldiers and their magic. Next, they will begin breaking through the domain and landing."

Military intelligence was the same as orders.

"Yes!"

Jiang Ding saluted and grasped the hilt of his sword. He disappeared in the light of the teleportation formation.

...

Opening his eyes amidst the faint space runes, Jiang Ding looked up.

The sky was a crimson like the sunset, the clouds of the Spirit Fire Realm aflame. Mixed with the blood-red in his eyes, it was impossible to distinguish illusion from the reality of this world.

Reality and the specter of slaughter slowly merged.

"Comman, Commander..."

Ouyang Hui had waited for an unknown length of time, her voice trembling slightly.

She witnessed such a scene.

A youth, his eyes deeply bloodshot, with a nearly tangible murderous frenzy that provoked a primal fear in all living beings, stared silently into the sky. His gaze was vacant and extremely abnormal.

It was becoming more and more alike,

More and more alike.

It was just like the Dari Swordsman recorded in the historical annals of Xianmen!

They were extremely chaotic and fond of slaughter, unable to differentiate friend from foe. If there were no enemies, they would go mad during their cultivation, lose control, until they had killed another powerful being, which would bring them a period of calm. They would then revert to being calm and refined, switching back and forth between these two extremes.

Every Dari Swordsman was like this, without exception.

Now, this person from Xianmen was also gradually becoming like this, making people wonder whether some fundamental aspect had been passed down.

Although it was said that this person from Xianmen had always been normal and had never harmed others by mistake...

But it was truly frightening!

When even a slight tremor of Sword Qi leaked from his Flying Sword, it meant death for a swath of Golden Pill Monks, their Divine Souls reduced to nothingness.

It was no different from being next to an uncontrollable nuclear reactor at any moment, like accompanying a tiger.

"Commander."

Ouyang Hui forced herself to calm down, quickly recalling those years of teaching at Qingfeng University, the sixteen-year-old naive youth she had first met. She strove to overlay that image with the person before her now.

After a moment, her instinctive fear had subsided, and she steadied herself.

"The Eight Great Immortal Sects' Air Space armies have begun breaking through and landing from the east, south, west, and north, totaling over eight million, including seven Daoist disciples, the same as over thirty Inheritance Disciples of the Ten Kings of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace."

"My division's fleets stationed in the Spirit Fire Realm have received substantial reinforcement, totaling two hundred forty group armies, divided into four group army clusters in the east, south, west, and north, commanded by eight deputies like myself. I am ranked as the first deputy commander, and in a critical moment, I can assume command."

"That many?"

Jiang Ding suppressed the crimson illusions in his eyes and asked normally.

"Yes, Xianmen has begun the fifth and sixth rounds of conscription; many are from the second-line corps and unmanned fleets."

Ouyang Hui explained, "Xianmen's human resources are nearly exhausted. One can hardly see any adult Cultivators on the Mother Star; they are all at various battlefronts. This is also the main reason Xianmen has stopped expanding."

"The current recommendation from the staff is to strike in mid-transition between the cloud layer and the Gangwind Layer as the four Immortal Sects land."

"You will sit at the Boundary Formation and once we detect the location of a Daoist disciple, you will teleport to the spot."

"Don't worry about the Daoist disciples' Concealment abilities. We are in defensive warfare. Our large Spirit Particle Sonar arrays greatly enhance our search capabilities, allowing us to lock onto their positions."

"What do you think?"

She pulled out an operation plan.

"It's acceptable."

Jiang Ding signed his name on the operation plan and then continued to stare vacantly at the sky.