Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding surveyed his surroundings, silently assessing the myriad techniques of the Liudao Sect for future use against his enemies.

If things went as expected, Liudao Sect would prove to be one of the major obstacles in establishing a new order in the Northern Plains. It couldn't possibly be preserved and must be thoroughly eradicated.

This cult of Diabolism was too inhuman and didn't deserve any mercy.

"Sword Cultivator of Tushan!"

"I know your strength is spent. There's no need for trickery."

At the bottom was the Beast Dao, where creatures turned into cattle, sheep, horses, pigs, and dogs of various kinds, followed by the Ghost Dao and Hell Dao, then the Human Dao, Asura Path, and Tianrendao.

The Six Dao Saint of the Yin Dao stood at the center of Tianrendao, surrounded by divine beings of earth, fire, wind, and water, no longer bowing or scraping. He looked down with a divine radiance.

The sound was layered and the echo was continuous, solemn and reverent.

"Sir, what sect or school do you hail from? Are you perhaps from the East Sea?"

Yin Dao demanded in a deep voice.

Clearly, such displays made it hard for him to believe that the man before him was a Loose Cultivator. It seemed highly improbable.

"Why don't you guess?"

Jiang Ding said with a slight smile.

"More trickery."

"Since you won't speak, then let's pretend nothing happened."

The Six Dao Saint smirked coldly: "No matter how grand the sect, upon arriving in the Northern Plains, whether dragon or tiger, all must lie prostrate before me!"

"Please think carefully,"

he threatened. "This is the Liudao Sect's territory. I have already sent out a signal. My fellow masters will arrive in an instant. Leave now, and I can pretend this never happened, to avoid disturbing my masters' meditation."

"One move."

Jiang Ding wasn't angry, speaking calmly.

"I'll give you the chance to make one move. If you don't strike, I'll kill you."

"You're courting death!"

The Six Dao Saint was furiously enraged. With a gesture, a pitch-black Beast Dao Banner flew into his hand and, with a vigorous swing, unleashed a fierce Black Wind that turned the ground pitch-black wherever it passed, stripping it of all vitality.

On the barren ground, livestock like pigs, cows, sheep, dogs, and rabbits grew ferocious fangs and tattered wings, undergoing a horrific transformation, and charged in swarms, their numbers seemingly infinite.

The weakest of these magical beasts were only at the foundational level, and occasionally, Golden Pill beasts could be seen.

This was the Beast Spirit Black Wind!

A key inheritance of the Liudao Sect, exclusive to the Hei Clan and the controlling Yin's family.

There were rumors that if this wind blew over an enemy, it could corrupt a Cultivator's Divine Soul in an instant, warping and changing it until they truly became domesticated animals like pigs, cows, sheep, or dogs, to be driven at will, slaughtered, flayed, and eaten, without any chance of resistance.

The Black Wind howled past.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding grasped the hilt of his sword, closing his eyes to feel its effects.

The Black Wind contained endless temptation, flooding one's mind with incessant imagery of being born as a pig or dog, suckling, gnawing feed, then giving birth to piglets, in an neverending cycle, brutally overlaying a cultivator's own life experiences and memories, turning them into a true sow.

"Slash!"

Jiang Ding drew his sword, unleashing a majestic strike that filled the sky and penetrated the earth, omnipresent.

Millions upon millions, real and illusory, the transformed beasts of the Beast Dao roared and howled, then all at once stiffened and fell silent.

Each beast, no matter how numerous, whether as large as mountains or as fine as dust, had a deep blue sword-mark appear on its brow, and all the violent evil spirits vanished without a trace.

A moment later,

the countless magical beasts disintegrated, vanishing into thin air, leaving the realm of the Beast Dao empty, with the light of the Beast Dao Banner dimming significantly.

Crack!

Accompanied by the sound of cracking, a profound sword mark appeared on the banner, palm-sized, clear from front to back.

"Damn it..."

The Six Dao Saint's hand trembled.

That sword strike had hit the core of the Beast Dao directly!

Only thus could the so-called indestructible cycle of the Six Dao Reincarnation directly shatter, losing the ability to be indestructible and leaving the Beast Dao emptied.

However, could he believe that the opponent would spare his life, so as to throw away all his treasures?

Impossible!

He had stopped believing such words when he was just three years old, after slaying his own siblings to extract their Essence Blood to compensate for his own deficiencies.

"Hungry Ghost Wind!"

The Six Dao Saint unleashed all his Mana, gripping the Hungry Ghost Banner tightly, and smashed it downwards with all his might.

Whoosh whoosh...

The Hungry Ghost Banner, imprinted with countless fierce ghosts, swelled to a hundred feet tall in a single breath, swinging wildly and summoning a sky filled with black wind, amid the roaring and howling of endless evil ghosts.

Their limbs were slender, their bellies bloated, with the dark meridians faintly visible. Fine black teeth filled their mouths as they followed the Black Wind with strange cackling laughter, swooping down in a sky-covering assault.

These hungry ghosts inherently possessed the ability to devour mana. Any being with spiritual essence that they tore and consumed would be doomed to never transcendence after death.

"Is this called the 'Hungry Ghost Wind'?"

"That's putting it lightly—I really can't even begin to compliment it."

Jiang Ding, somewhat displeased, flicked his finger and a deep blue Sword Qi shot out, piercing through an ordinary-looking skinny ghost on the edge of the Black Wind.

The endless tide of hungry ghosts halted, then disintegrated. Many scattered in all directions, and in the sudden burst of deep blue Sword Qi, they were obliterated into nothingness.

"If it weren't for—"

The Six Dao Saint's face showed a furious expression, his crimson gaze fixed on Han Lin, scaring the latter into retreating several steps quickly.

"The mortal dust storm of the Human Dao..."

"No more of that wind."

"Dilly dallying."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly, no longer willing to wait. Drawing his sword, he slashed down and said indifferently, "Survive, and you'll work for me; if not, then die."

The silver Flying Sword flashed and was gone.

All things turned silent for a moment.

Then, the terrifying Sword Intent of the spirit-breaking and Law-destroying spread out in all directions, and a silver Milky Way emerged in the sky, roaring down. The river of stars rolled back upon itself, surging towards the Saint who stood at the center of the Tianrendao.

The sound of rushing water...

The silver Milky Way of the Sword Dao thundered as it flowed past. The empty Beast Dao was destroyed, the Hungry Ghost Dao collapsed, and the Hell Dao was destroyed, followed by the dissolution of the mortal dust storm, which was said to sully the world's ultimate treasures.

The Asura of the Asura Path with three heads and six arms, the war gods of hell, roared fiercely, each wielding treasures of hell capable of slaying groups of Golden Pill Monks. However, within the river of Sword Qi, they could only struggle desperately.

A moment later, they vanished without a trace.

"Kill!"

The Six Dao Saint spat out Essence Blood, which fell onto the last Heavenly Man Banner.

Thud, thud, thud!

The sound of drumbeats arose.

Within the Tianrendao, the deities of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water sat high in the sky, commanding one hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, each clad in gleaming armor, with strict discipline and an impressive bearing. Bolstered by the Essence Blood, their momentum surged even further. Amid the drumbeats, they shouted as they charged towards the river of Sword Qi.

A thunderous boom!

The two forces collided and engaged in intense battle.

What was merely a hanging river, when it surged with tumultuous force, brought the sounds of swords and halberds clashing fiercely with the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

"Now this is truly impressive."

Jiang Ding observed the Tianrendao closely for a long time and praised it.

Most of the one hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were illusory, conjured by magic, while the rest were real people—cultivators of Qi, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Pill—transformed into Heavenly Puppets, armored and stuffed into the leading Heavenly Man Banner of the Six Dao Reincarnation.

It was a testament to a profound integration of magic with formation, demonology with cultivation, fitting of the Hei Clan of the Northern Plains, the leader of the Diabolism.

"Condense."

Jiang Ding pointed with his finger.

The tumultuous, battling Silver River suddenly paused, slowly writhing and contorting into a giant sword hundreds of feet long. The spirit-breaking and Law-destroying Sword Intent coalesced on the blade, whipping up a storm of spatial ripples, and slashing towards the Four Deities of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water in the courts of the Heavenly Man.

A thunderous boom!

Under the blade, one hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were destroyed, the magically conjured soldiers disintegrated, and the corpses and armors of the physical puppets shattered together.

The Four Deities of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water showed human-like expressions of terror, each unleashing layers of earth, mountains of flame, violent thunderous winds, and oceanic shields of water to cover themselves.

Boom!

Without any surprise, beneath the giant Milky Way sword, the magic of the Four Deities shattered, their immortal spirits fell, and not a trace remained.

The mighty sword also expended all its power and disintegrated spontaneously.

Where it had been, there was no one left.

The cacophony of thunder and violent winds eventually quieted.

"Tushan Master,"

Han Lin said softly, "The Six Dao Saint is very good at escaping. Scorching Sun Swordsman chased him for a long time and couldn't find him."

"Hmm."

Jiang Ding nodded, closing his eyes to recuperate.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again.

From a distance, with flowing robes and a celestial demeanor akin to that of a Heavenly Man, the Six Dao Saint flew over from afar. Disregarding the mud and dirt on the ground, he fell to his knees with a thud: "Lord Tushan, Yin Dao is willing to go through fire and water for you, without any hesitation."

In his brow, a small silver sword was shallowly embedded, having already pierced through the brow bone.

With one more breath, it could have pierced through his skull.