Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

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"The target is now in the territory of the Black Stone Sect."

"Estimated arrival in four days."

Jin Lingfeng took over the command authority of Air-Space Journey, stating in the Temporary Travel Department Channel, "Before that, we will pass by Ancient Wood Sect and cleanse this sect en route to minimize the risk of unexpected factors in the final battle."

"During the rebellion of Liyun Sect, all three sects—Ancient Wood Sect, Black Stone Sect, and Tianhai Sect—refused to travel to Canghai's Steel Floating Island for an audience, each citing ample reasons. However, unquestionably, they all bear significant suspicion."

"No action was taken previously to temporarily stabilize them; now is the time for reckoning one by one."

"Understood!"

In the lesser realms of Xianmen Sect, it's difficult to encounter other accidents."

Two days later, they smoothly arrived one hundred kilometers outside Ancient Wood Sect.

Trail upon trail of Air-Space Warplanes streaked across the sky, totaling three hundred and sixty, forming the number of stars in Zhou Tian, each configuring a Third-order Military Array.

Ten terrifying auras spread out in all directions, stirring the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, and exerting oppressive might on the land.

Advancing slowly, they entered within a combat radius of just over ninety kilometers, soaring continuously.

"Xianmen Sect!"

"Disaster, it's a huge disaster!"

Numerous cultivators of Ancient Wood Sect trembled with fear, sensing the dreadful pressure even from more than a hundred kilometers away and becoming extremely anxious.

"Where is the Old Ancestor? Where is the Old Ancestor?"

The cultivators were so frantic that they broke into a sweat, searching chaotically within the Mountain Door Formation; many others went directly outside the sect formation, prostrating on the ground to show their innocence and that they certainly hadn't engaged in any illicit activities.

People like these kept increasing.

Soon, the inside of the sect gates became deserted, with only a few Spirit Beasts moving about in the mountains.

Outside the sect, a large crowd of cultivators was deathly silent, so much so that one could hear a pin drop.

"First Temporary Air-Space Journey, summoning the Ancient Wood Sect, Big Tree True Person."

Jin Lingfeng said indifferently.

The voice, carried by the Army Formation, spread across hundreds of kilometers, impossible for any formation to block.

"Sigh!"

After a long while, a deep sigh was heard.

"The Immortal Path is so harsh to us, cultivators of the lesser realms."

"Xianmen Sect suppresses us, drawing a line we must not cross, untouchable, doomed never to advance even a single step further. Xuanwu tiangong, relying on its profound legacy, toys with us like monkeys."

An elderly man with streaks of white in his hair emerged.

Fondly looking at every blade of grass and every tree around him, he slowly flew up to the sky from the highest peak of the Mountain Gate, his Golden Core aura extremely conspicuous.

"Old Ancestor!"

The eyes of many cultivators from Ancient Wood Sect reddened, and they couldn't help but cry.

Clearly, this True Person was genuinely revered within the sect, caring greatly for the junior disciples and not implicating them in his affairs, nor had he placed any restrictions or control over life and death.

"Big Tree True Person, have you concocted the Blood Life Pill?"

Jin Lingfeng asked.

"Yes,"

the Big Tree True Person replied candidly. "I am older than even Tianhai. Although my Cultivation Method can extend life, I am nearing my limit. After the cultivators of Xuanwu tiangong provided the method to concoct the Blood Life Pill, it did not take long for me to believe."

"Believing earlier than the rest, I was the first to take it, and then as a living example, I enticed them to be moved by it."

"Hundreds of thousands of mortals and Loose Cultivators died by my hand, all for me personally, without involving any sect disciples or auxiliary Elixirs."

"But it was all in vain."

He said bitterly.

"Xuanwu tiangong wouldn't even offer a genuine Longevity Pill to entice us to fight to the death, even if it only extended life by twenty or thirty years."

"Why not join forces with the cultivators of Xuanwu tiangong for one final stand?"

Jin Lingfeng asked curiously.

"Without faith, there's no foundation."

The Big Tree True Person sighed. "No matter what the cultivators of Xuanwu tiangong say, I will no longer believe them."

"There is logic in that."

Jin Lingfeng looked at him and fell silent, a chill arising in her demeanor.

Gazing at the pitiable figure of a white-haired, kindly elder.

Yet, he was in fact the one who had personally slaughtered hundreds of thousands of cultivators and mortals—did he really think someone would forgive him?

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Were the hundreds of thousands before spared?

"Immortal envoy, I could still fight for Xianmen Sect..."

Jiang Ding's face stiffened, as he shamelessly pleaded.

It wasn't as carefree as he had made it look. Even with the Blood Life Pill making his Life Energy less than a year, he was still extremely reluctant to part with it and unwilling to leave.

Buzz!

The ten Air-Space Camp military arrays activated, with Hunter missiles poking out of their silos, the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi whistling as it converged, spreading a terrifying aura of suppression.

Uncertain Golden Core Battle Power,

Not needed!

"Immortal envoy, if that's the case, then let it be."

Jiang Ding's heart was ashen.

A Corner Dragon Shield Treasure emerged from his Elixir Field, with three dark green menacing horns on its surface – a lower-grade magical treasure suitable for both offense and defense.

"Ancestor!"

Many disciples from the Ancient Wood Sect trembled, holding back their grief as they looked up.

"Disciples, there's no need to worry. Life and death are but natural; I have more than enough reasons to die, and my retribution is within the cycle of reincarnation. Don't entertain any other thoughts."

"Let us part ways here!"

At the end, Jiang Ding became resigned. His head crashed into the glimmering Corner Wood Shield, shattering like a piece of tofu, scattering red and white all over the ground.

A headless corpse fell from the sky, twitched for a moment, then lay still.

Several drones flew in from a distance, collecting his artifacts and body, and flew off into the distance. After passing through several layers of checks, they fell into the midst of the Air-Space Warplane group.

"The Spiritual Aura is correct."

"The flesh and blood scent is correct."

"We can basically ascertain that Jiang Ding is dead, and the main culprit of the Ancient Wood Sect has been eliminated."

The commanders of the ten Air-Space Camps judged in succession.

"Whether other people from the Ancient Wood Sect are involved or not, his word is not final. We must conduct Divine Soul verification on each one, and only those truly uninvolved may be spared."

"This matter can be dealt with later; for now, we just need to reclaim control over the Ancient Wood Sect Formation."

Numerous drones and quadrupedal robots entered the Ancient Wood Sect to thoroughly check the premises. After confirming there was no threat, over a hundred people descended from the Air-Space Warplanes in an orderly manner to begin the process of changing and replacing the Ancient Wood Sect Formation.

"Let's leave it at this for now."

Dozens of minutes later, the Air-Space Warplane group roared away into the distance.

The cultivators of the Ancient Wood Sect heaved a sigh of relief.

They stood up with mournful expressions, collecting the few fragments of Jiang Ding's skull to make a Clothes Tomb.

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Two days later,

The Air-Space Warplane group arrived over the territory of the Black Stone Sect, entering the combat radius of ninety kilometers from their mountain gate.

This was a land of yellowish-brown Gobi desert, where no grass grew, and large, jagged boulders and mountain peaks were visible everywhere. Occasionally, the wind would whip up clouds of sand, filling the sky.

In the midst of the Gobi, a mountain range rose up like black obsidian, inside of which was hidden a Third Stage Lower Quality Spiritual Vein, the location of the Black Stone School Mountain Gate.

"Is the target still at the Black Stone Sect?"

"If so, Zhen Shi must have despaired and surrendered to the enemy, or has been controlled," Jin Lingfeng speculated.

In accordance with Xianmen Sect's protocols, a summons was issued to the Black Stone School Mountain Gate, calling forth the Black Stone Sect's Supreme Elder, Zhen Shi.

"It's indeed here."

Jiang Ding glanced at the compass Artifact in his hand, which pointed straight towards the Black Stone School Mountain Gate.

After ten breaths.

The summons received no response.

Instead, the Black Stone Sect's Mountain Door Formation ramped up to full power, as numerous pitch-black slabs emerged along the formation's patterns, wrapping the mountain gate's shield in layer upon layer.

"Confirmed rebellion."

"Eliminate."

Jin Lingfeng issued the order.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Amidst piercing whistling sounds, three hundred and sixty Hunter missiles streaked across the sky, blanketing the sky in an instant, crisscrossing tracks of white lines that engulfed the Black Stone School Mountain Gate.