Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Sutra Pavilion of the Falling Void Sect was a colossal octagonal tower.

The tower stood six hundred feet tall, spanning six levels, with eight sharp corners piercing into the sky, where vague Array Patterns of the void flickered intermittently.

"There's a Formation Method."

"A Nascent Soul-level Formation Method, capable of posing a significant threat even to Nascent Soul Peak Monks."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

As a fourth-grade, mid-tier Array Master hailing from Overlord-level Forces of the Domain, his judgment was beyond doubt.

Just in terms of knowledge breadth and intricacy, not even the peak fourth-grade Array Masters of this world could compare with him.

"It's been damaged by external forces, incomplete."

Jiang Ding's gaze shifted to the top of the tower as he spoke again.

Although it was fairly intact, upon closer inspection, it was still possible to detect fragments of the past—a portion of the remains suggested that above the six hundred feet, above the sixth floor, the Sutra Pavilion still existed thousands of years ago. It was uncertain whether the original structure had seven levels or eight.

They seemed to have been destroyed in an instant by a tremendous force, with the remaining fractures being smooth and neat, making it nearly impossible to notice the traces of their past existence without a careful look.

"To make an overall estimation..."

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense meticulously scanned the Sutra Pavilion before him, intermittently casting various spells and ancient Magic Tools and Treasures, specifically made for breaking formations, to thoroughly assess the Formation Method before him.

After a long while.

"Fourth-grade inferior Formation Method, roughly equivalent to the strength of an Early Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator."

Upon reaching this conclusion, Jiang Ding frowned.

The strength of an Early Stage Nascent Soul.

It would not have been an issue for his original body, but this avatar would find it quite challenging. Faced with Nascent Soul Monks, escaping required an element of luck, let alone confronting them head-on.

Unless he designed and forged a targeted Magic Tool for breaking formations based on the Formation Method's unique traits, a process for which the required materials and manpower were utterly lacking here, and the amount of time it would take was incalculable.

"No,"

"There are people."

Jiang Ding suddenly spoke to himself.

Clang!

A sword cry pierced the air, its sharp sonic waves spreading in all directions.

Subsequently, a spirit-breaking and Law-destroying Sword Intent spread out like a Divine Sense electromagnetic wave, covering tens of kilometers, as a vast will descended upon every Golden Pill Monk within this range.

Over a hundred Golden Pill Monks, sensing trouble and retreating like skittish wild dogs, stiffened, their faces overtaken by terror.

This Sword Intent was not especially strong.

After all, it was dispersed among over a hundred peers. It wasn't sufficient to restrain the Golden Pill Monks and force them to freeze in their tracks.

What really made them halt was a faint Sword Intent mark on their Divine Souls, along with a sentence.

"Fellow Daoists, it's a pleasure to meet you for the first time."

"I wish to inform you that the first ten Daoists who leave this place within sixty miles will die."

A gentle voice rose next to their ears, indifferent and devoid of murderous intent, patiently explaining, "The crime will be the slaughter of mortals, the slaughter of Low-ranking Cultivators."

"Please rest assured, fellow Daoists, if you haven't committed these crimes, I will let you go and find someone else to fill the ten spots."

"I absolutely will not, turn black into white."

"Not turn black into white?"

"Bullshit!"

The hundred-plus Golden Pill Monks cursed inwardly, not believing this promise in the slightest.

Their Mana and Divine Sense frantically worked, constantly trying to wash away the Sword Intent mark from their Divine Souls, hoping to remove it.

After a long time, it was futile.

No matter how much or how powerful the Divine Soul and Mana were that scoured it, the Sword Intent mark remained unfaded.

"Fellow Daoists, please come over for a chat."

Jiang Ding spoke indifferently.

Over the years, having interacted much with Cultivators in the Cultivation world, he had gradually figured out a method of harmonious coexistence with them.

The hundred-plus Golden Pill Monks darted their eyes around, their Divine Sense sweeping everywhere, and part of their attention was even focused inside their hearts, ready to burn Essence Blood and escape at any moment.

No one moved.

It was as if they heard nothing.

Clang!

Jiang Ding didn't waste words. Drawing his sword, he looked around, a hint of killing intent blossoming, "Fellow Daoists, must you force me to go on a massacre?"

"You're in disarray without an Army Formation to enclose you, nothing but loose sand to one another, and you don't even recognize each other. Do you truly believe you can escape?"

"Fellow Daoists, this territory of the Falling Void Clan does not seem very large…"

His voice was chillingly cold.

"We dare not!"

Many Golden Pill Monks unconsciously shivered.

They did not believe the other party was bluffing or intimidating.

Being able to slay Immortal Guichi of Rule Mountain, this man truly had the ability to do so!

It was known that Immortal Guichi was second only to the Righteous Dao Elite, Guifa Zi, in the Iron Family of Rule Mountain.

His fame was illustrious, having slain countless Magic Cultivators and Sword Cultivators in the battle against the Great Sun Sect, and he was ruthless in dealing with internal rebels.

The terror that many unrelated Diabolism Golden Pill Cultivators felt for him even exceeded that of Guifa Zi.

Such a man, had been simply slain by this Sword Cultivator.

"We will come to see you right away."

Under the immense pressure of the vast Sword Intent and murderous aura, finally, a Golden Pill Cultivator in the early stages could not bear it any longer, his legs softened, and he came flying over tremulously, performing a deep bow more than a hundred meters away, then stood still.

Jiang Ding released the oppressive Sword Intent.

The Golden Pill Cultivator's body relaxed, and he bowed deeply again, standing respectfully in his place.

"And what about the rest of you?"

Jiang Ding calmly surveyed the others.

His gaze no longer held murderous intent, no longer carried pressure; it even became warm and amiable.

Perhaps, it was necessary to take one or two heads to assert authority.

This was simple.

Upright and clear-cut cultivators from the Northern Plains were hard to find, but Golden Pill Cultivators with hands stained by innocent blood were everywhere; choosing any would do.

Since these people had killed, they should have no regrets about being killed by him now.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

Somehow, seeing him like this, many Golden Pill Cultivators panicked, a chill rising from the soles of their feet, surging into their backs and heads, their entire bodies freezing.

"We have seen you, Fellow Daoist!"

"I am coming over now."

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment, my Cultivation Method is special so my speed is slower, please bear with me…"

In an instant, a large group of Golden Pill Cultivators crowded over, each vying to be first, fearful of lagging behind, bowing deeply more than a hundred meters away, bending at the waist en masse.

Extremely clever.

Worthy of being Loose Cultivators from the Northern Plains who had struggled under family oppression.

"Fellow Daoists, truly all are cultivators keen to help others."

Jiang Ding's gaze genuinely softened as he revealed a smile, "I've called you here because there's a small matter requiring assistance."

"Rest assured, it won't be unpaid; there will definitely be ample rewards, and I won't disappoint any Fellow Daoist."

His attitude was excellent.

These Golden Pill Cultivators were useful.

In the future, if he were to control a piece of the Northern Plains, he would need people to guard vast grasslands to gather vast amounts of Spirit Stones and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.

The Tushan maiden group did not yet possess such capabilities.

Now, a small seed could be planted first.

"We have seen you, Fellow Daoist from Tushan."

A Golden Pill Cultivator at the peak with white hair and beard boldly stepped forward, inquiring with respect, "I wonder what the important matter is; as long as we can be of use, we will surely accomplish it with all our effort for Fellow Daoist."

This person was Immortal Baimei.

"Immortal Baimei, long time no see, you are as imposing as ever."

Jiang Ding stood up and slightly bowed in greeting.

As a Sword Cultivator from Tushan who had once joined forces with Immortal Baimei to hunt Immortal Tiankuang more than a hundred years ago, Jiang Ding naturally would not ignore an old acquaintance.

"I dare not, I dare not."

Immortal Baimei kept waving his hands, feeling flattered before a cultivator of the same rank.

"The matter, naturally, concerns this Sutra Pavilion."

Jiang Ding did not ask why the other was not among the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights; it was of no concern to him. Pointing at the Octagonal Tower in front of him, he said indifferently, "You all need to follow my orders and breach this Formation."

"The reward will be the right to transcribe one sutra."

"Any sutra may be chosen, but only one can be selected."