Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 967 - 938: Establishing the Unified Front of the Human Race

The most illustrious individual in the Diabolism of the Northern Plains, the Six-Fingered Old Demon, along with eleven Nascent Soul Immortals of the Northern Plains Diabolism, and hundreds of thousands of Golden Pill and Foundation Establishment Qi Cultivating disciples.

Together, they knelt thrice and kowtowed nine times before a young man in green, performing a grand ceremonial homage, declaring themselves unworthy and willing to go through fire and water for him.

Such respect, such humility.

The thunderous uniform sounds of their worship and praise were filled with unparalleled loyalty.

Han Lin took a deep breath.

He considered himself a man of unwavering Dao Heart, having risen from a mere herb-gatherer's son at the Qixuan School in the mortal realm of Yue Country to attain the prestigious position of an Immortal. He had always held disdain for so-called glory and riches, enchanting beauties, and the allure of power, deeming them as fleeting as passing clouds.

Yet, at that moment, the sight of the chieftain of the Northern Plains Diabolism, the entire sect including many Immortals, hundreds of thousands of cultivators bowing down in such a formation, it intoxicated him for an instant, and he was deeply addicted, feeling a tumultuous upheaval within his heart.

Utter silence.

With no response, none of the Liudao Sect cultivators dared to speak up, leaving the hundreds of thousands in total silence.

It was indeterminable how much time had passed.

"The twelve of you, release your Divine Souls,"

Jiang Ding pondered briefly, then spoke indifferently.

He was not swayed by the overwhelming influence before him, harboring neither grand ambitions of ruling the world, nor showing any signs of disgust, hatred, or overt pride resulting from a major victory.

Many Immortals trembled.

Release the Divine Soul.

To release the Divine Soul, to allow Soul Searching, permitting an adversary to grasp the most secret thoughts within one's heart, and to let the opponent impose Spirit Soul Restrictions, with life and death hanging on their whim.

To be a slave or a servant couldn't fully describe this immense humiliation.

In the world of cultivation,

this was even more terrifying than defeat in battle!

Many cultivators would rather self-destruct than open their Divine Souls to enemy scrutiny.

"Heavenly Monarch, this…"

Someone hesitated.

Bang!

The speaker, known as Immortal Tianchou, was at the Nascent Soul later-stage.

He was the father of the Six Dao Saint, Yin Dao, and the son of the Six-Fingered Old Demon. He held a high position within the sect, often exercising the Sect Master's authority when the Six-Fingered Old Demon was in seclusion, frequently engaging in deep discussions with the Great Sun Sect's Tianyang Immortal, Jianyang Immortal, and others about the grand scheme of the Northern Plains, and he was highly respected there.

He managed to utter three words.

Then,

his head exploded.

A burst of blood mist sprayed outward, and the headless body thudded heavily to the ground, twitched for a moment, then lay completely still.

From the neck, blood profusely poured out, creating a pool resembling a smooth, blood-colored mirror, soaking the soil around it extensively.

There was no Flying Sword, no Mana fluctuation, no Spirit Consciousness Fluctuation.

The head of the Nascent Soul later-stage Immortal Tianchou suddenly exploded.

The scattering of the blood mist seemed natural.

This was as if it were a naturally occurring event in nature, an inevitable fact that could not be hindered in the slightest.

All Nascent Soul Immortals trembled in unison.

"...Heavenly Monarch,"

"We will obey, Heavenly Monarch's command!"

The Six-Fingered Old Demon spoke gruffly, and then sent a covert message to his grandson who had just lost his father, the Six Dao Saint, Yin Dao.

"We obey,"

Six Dao Saint Yin Dao paused momentarily, "Heavenly Monarch's command."

He released his Divine Soul.

He released the most important Divine Soul of a cultivator, allowing others to search his soul, examine, and even set life and death restrictions, letting others alter his memories and more.

"We obey the Heavenly Monarch's command…"

"We obey…"

The remaining Liudao Sect Immortals bowed their heads one by one, releasing their Divine Souls, showing utmost respect, utmost humility.

Jiang Ding remained expressionless.

He extended his Spirit Consciousness, delving into every Immortal's Divine Soul and Nascent Souls of the Liudao Sect, inspecting their pasts, the Magic they cultivated, and various affairs within the families of the Northern Plains, particularly those involving the Golden Causality technique.

And so on, down to the minute details.

With his current Divinity Transformation-level Divine Soul Computational Power, these were not particularly difficult tasks.

A quarter hour later, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

"Let me state my rules,"

"Some will die, some will survive."

Jiang Ding withdrew his Spirit Consciousness and spoke flatly, "According to my Tushan Law, you all ought to die. There's no doubt about it. Your strength, talent, and flair are not sufficient to counterbalance the Tushan Law."

"It would take factors beyond Divinity Transformation to possibly make a difference."

He casually gave directions, treated Nascent Souls as mere pigs and dogs, and decided life and death with a single word.

The surrounding Six Dao Sect Immortals Body shook uncontrollably, but not one dared to speak out, let alone express anger and fight back, risking their lives.

"Now, things are different."

"The Demon Race has invaded, and I have a deep affection for the billions of mortals in the Northern Plains, I do not wish them to suffer more pain, thus I will establish a united front of the Human Race to resist the Demon Race together until all the Cannibal Demon Tribe are executed, and they receive the punishment they deserve, only then will the war end."

"That is the reason some will survive."

Jiang Ding said indifferently, "In this united front, the Tushan Law remains the essential bottom line, not to be violated."

"Besides, in order to unite many Cultivators, a law will be added, those Cultivators who have merits in killing demons will be united, their past sins, unless outrageously heinous, will be temporarily pardoned."

"This temporary period is set for one hundred years, during which criminals must slay a certain number of Same Level and Lower Rank Cultivators."

"Otherwise, after one hundred years, they will enter the list of unforgiven."

"Do you understand now?"

With these words, some people were ecstatic, while others turned pale, their bodies shaking like sieves.

In the trembling crowd was the first person of Diabolism, Six Fingered Old Demon.

"Six-Fingered Immortal,"

"Blood Saber True Lord,"

"Poison Cloud Immortal…"

Jiang Ding casually pointed out the names of seven Six Dao Sect Immortals, indifferently saying, "I've seen your memories, within a hundred years, none of you have killed a Demon Monarch or a hundred Demon Kings, nor have you objectively done significant deeds that benefit the Human Race."

"Therefore, you cannot be pardoned."

"Will die."

"I, Tushan, have practiced Cultivation Practice all my life, valuing promises. Since I let you let go of Divine Souls, I will certainly not take the opportunity to lay underhand tricks, Spirit Soul Restrictions, or sneak attacks, just merely looking."

"Now…"

Jiang Ding looked at them.

"So, make your move to fight for your lives, because a breath later, I will kill you."

"This may be an opportunity."

"Perhaps I was seriously injured in the fight with Wan Zhu?"

"Opportunity?"

The Six Fingered Old Demon's face showed misery.

The surrounding six Six Dao Sect Immortals also displayed a look of despair.

Clang!

Jiang Ding wouldn't wait for anything, courteously drawing his sword, emitting a crisp and pleasing sword melody.

"Heavenly Monarch, spare us!"

"We can kill demons, we can indeed…"

The six Nascent Soul Immortals' bodies trembled, pleading timidly.

"Kill!"

Six Fingered Old Demon made a decisively contrary decision.

He instantly burnt Essence Blood, burnt Mana, turning his body into ashes without leaving any trace.

All his Mana and Essence Blood surged into his six fingers, which were his body but also his Life Treasure he had refined all his life, his lifelong glory, even his Taoist name.

At that moment, everything sublimated, forming six chaotic black holes, faintly adorned with secret golden Runes.

"Kill!"

"Six Meridians Annihilating Heaven Finger!"

Six Fingered Old Demon roared, the last bits of flesh turned to ash, utterly resolute.

Six chaotic black holes loomed over the young man in blue clothes, eerie and sinister, radiating an infinite attraction, their power even exceeding the Nascent Soul peak, barely breaking through the limit, reaching another realm.

Black light obscured the view.

"Six-Fingered Immortal, you are not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Clang!

The drawn sword slashed out.

Sheathed back the Sword Scabbard.

The six chaotic black holes stiffened.

At the same time, inspired by the Six Fingered Old Demon to muster courage, five Nascent Souls used their desperate secret techniques, wielding their own treasures.

And one Nascent Soul Immortal, completely despondent, motionless.

Regardless of resistance or not.

Their bodies stiffened, along with their Life Treasures.

Bang!

The next moment, all Treasures shattered, all Magic split open, Nascent Soul Immortals and their bodies exploded into a mass of blood light, Divine Souls utterly destroyed, leaving no trace of bones.