Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 989 - 960: The Young Star is Growing

"You needn't display such so-called swordsmanship to embarrass yourself,"

Jiang Ding walked within the radiant Destruction Sword Domain.

The surrounding space was foggy; the Great Sun Destroying Sword Intent spread in all directions, with heat waves steaming. The temperature had reached tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, enough to turn any carbon-based life into char and ash, already resembling one ten-thousandth of the actual sun.

Be aware, the temperature in the sun's core is just about twenty million degrees Celsius.

Calling it a juvenile star still in growth would be no exaggeration.

"Indeed, I have embarrassed myself,"

Xu Yan, retreating while vomiting blood, steadied himself in the void with his sword and said in a low voice.

He knew that his solitary two thousand-year quest to carve a path to the Void Refining stage was nothing but a pipe dream.

At this moment, let alone advancing to Refining Nothingness, he couldn't even defeat a Nascent Soul Stage Dari Swordsman and was brutally and directly crushed.

This path was a declared failure.

A solitary exploration, even with the undeserving participation of some descendants of the Xu's, ultimately proved to be a balloon full of holes, bursting open at the slightest touch.

It wasn't that he lacked talent or ingenuity.

Rather, the difficulty of forging a new path alone was tremendous!

Even someone of exceptional talent, without the orderly succession of predecessors, without external support, without the joint efforts and encouragement of numerous fellow Daoists, could not possibly accomplish the task of opening a new realm.

A Loose Cultivist, no matter how extraordinary, couldn't achieve it alone.

Buzz!

Buzz!

In the void, the space steamed like ripples in water, hazy. A Fortress covered in patchy marks slowly emerged, radiating ripple-like array patterns outward, enveloping the Air-Space Motherships, Air-Space Warplanes of figures like Immortal Tianfang, True Monarch Gui Wang, Elder Jia Nian.

The vast Army Formation slowly coalesced into one entity.

"Xu Yan,"

"Is this the true you?"

Jiang Ding looked solemnly at this Starry Sky Fortress, a model from two millennia past of the Xianmen Sect.

This was a corroded, rusty Iron Fortress, measuring tens of kilometers, crafted entirely from a certain type of silvery-gray metal.

In some places on the fortress were pavilions and terraces obviously fashioned by the Eight Great Immortal Sects, mismatched with modern Xianmen technology, both chaotic and powerful, and mad.

How should one describe it?

This Starry Sky Fortress lacked the technological beauty typical of Xianmen Starry Sky Fortresses, where power and beauty merge at the core.

This Star Fortress was akin to a local car workshop that modified cars with all sorts of cool features – manifolds, nitrous accelerators, anti-aircraft guns, and other outrageously mismatched equipment, completely disregarding the original car designs, crazily stacking various performance capabilities.

From such a workshop came items that looked quite cool, indeed possessing everything they seemed like they should.

At that moment, around the patchy and chaotic Iron Fortress, various other Air-Space Motherships, Air-Space Warships, Air-Space Fighters, all similar in disarray, with different models, production styles, and equipped Formations, clustered.

Their numbers were up to millions, densely covering the area for thousands of miles with all kinds of connecting Array Patterns, permeating the chaos.

Their collective power continued to intensify.

The power of the Army Formation nearly instantaneously surpassed the peak of Mid-stage Hua Shen, nearing the Late Stage, and did not stop there but continued to approach the Peak of Hua Shen.

A heavy oppressive force spread across heaven and earth, suffocating all living beings.

This was the Army Formation of the Xianmen!

The foundation of a Domain Overlord!

Even a model two thousand years outdated could instantly enable a Mid Stage Hua Shen Cultivator to achieve a major breakthrough, entirely different from that laughable Magic Sword Technique.

"Excellent!"

"Excellent, excellent!"

After carefully observing, Jiang Ding clapped in admiration and said, "Xu Yan, you remind me of the peasant rebel armies long submerged in the river of history."

"A messy patchwork, gathering bits here and there, large in number, commanding like a makeshift stage, with the haphazard quality of the soldiers."

"This about you highly resembles them, strikingly so."

He sighed.

"I did not expect, after Xianmen had entered the Star River for over ten thousand years, I would still see such a spectacle."

"Truly breathtaking."

"Breathtaking!"

"Hahaha, why beat around the bush?"

Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch, firing a cannon and shattering a large swath of array patterns and still keeping an eye on this battlefield, burst out laughing, "Why not just ask him where he found so many scraps to assemble this ragtag heap?"

"Senior, being too direct isn't good."

"You must know, we are all legitimate scholars with doctoral degrees."

Jiang Ding spoke sternly.

"Hahaha..."

"Scholars! We are all scholars!"

Pingyang Heavenly Monarch, Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch, Niri Heavenly Monarch, and others burst into roaring laughter, their voices wild and arrogant, echoing across tens of thousands of miles.

"You are seeking death!"

Xu Yan's eyes turned blood red, filled with raging hatred.

Indeed, his fleet was too disorganized.

There were a few warships from the Xianmen Sect's version from two thousand years ago, some low-specced warships produced by Xu Jiezhong;

Also included were warships commissioned at a high price and built in the semblance of tower ships by the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, still the lower-spec versions from Immortal Sects;

And there were flying boat treasures seized or modified from enemies by the juniors of both Xu Wang factions during their ventures in the domain.

Thus, painstakingly, bit by bit over the course of thousands of years, they finally restored this Army Formation.

The capability to fully produce warships at the Domain-Level was not something that a minor domain-level family power could aspire to; this was the Industrial capability of Immortal Dao, exclusive to Domain Overlords, and even these were inferior compared to what was commanded by the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

Those tower-like Army heavy weapons, although weaker than those of the Xianmen Sect, required a longer industrial chain and were much more costly to produce.

The selling price, naturally, was the same.

"You are merely a group of weaklings who strayed from the Starry Sky Fortress."

"Since you are seeking death, I shall send you on your way!"

Xu Yan said coldly.

He stood atop the Starry Sky Fortress, holding a pure black banner and suddenly waved it downward.

Clearly, this was a Communication Treasure of Primordial Spirit Treasure level. With similar banners aboard each warship and fighter, this must be a substitute developed by the Xu's for lost Array Spirit communication technology.

"Kill!"

Xu Yan shouted fiercely.

At his command, array patterns densely packed between the Starry Sky Fortress and the million-ships formed a complex and vast Domain, regaining control of nearly half of the Domain.

The Army Formation breathed in and out endless Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, all converging into the main cannon of the Starry Sky Fortress.

Boom!

The world suddenly blazed with brilliant white light, filling the heavens and the earth.

Then, the giant cannon of the Starry Sky Fortress thundered, followed by millions of Air-Space Motherships, Air-Space Battleships, and Air-Space Warplanes, all resounding in unison with the Formation Method, shaking the heavens and earth.

The countless cannon beams, through the massive Army Formation combined into one, instantly constructed a fifty-kilometers-wide Hua Shen Killing Formation, engulfing the green-robed youth below.

A terrifying aura that made even Nescent Soul Cultivators shudder and quake disseminated.

This was a Military Path Killing Formation of the Hua Shen Peak Level!

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword unhurriedly and split it forward.

This one strike, gathered the power of the thousand-mile Great Sun Destroying Sword Domain.

Half of the sky suddenly darkened, the Dyson Sun Sword Domain gathered infinite Great Sun rays, forming twelve hundred strands of Sun Gauze Clothing covering the hilt of the Taiqing Flying Sword, and along with the Divine Sense thought, it slashed out along the path guided by the Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Electromagnetic Cannon.

It was evident that the aura of the Taiqing Flying Sword was far inferior to that of the Military Path Killing Formation powered by a million warships and fighters.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword slashed into the Military Path Killing Formation of the Hua Shen Peak Level like a fish swimming through, instantly breaking twenty-seven Array Patterns.

The world fell silent.

Boom!

A terrifying explosion ensued, releasing countless electromagnetic Sword Qi, the Taiqing Flying Sword retreated slightly dimmed in Spiritual Light, but quickly recovered.

Hua Shen Peak Level Military Path Killing Formation was broken!

Broken by the Taiqing Flying Sword, significantly weaker in power!

Xu Yan stood on the patchy Starry Sky Fortress, his complexion dark.

"It's too chaotic!"

"Your army is too disorganized, replete with flaws in the formation; there's no need even to search for them."

"Xu Yan,"

Jiang Ding looked up, sword pointing towards the Starry Sky Fortress, "I said, I can break this patchwork, shoddy formation with just ten strikes."

"Do you believe it, or not?"