Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Hei Louxi, Blood Hand Demon Li Tu, Iron Bone Vajra, and others watched solemnly as Blood Cloud ascended the high platform to offer sacrifices to Heaven. Many people dared not even take a breath.

"Can it be done?"

Hei Louxi asked in a low voice.

"Since ancient times, it has been recorded that only the direct lineage of the twenty-eight families can initiate the sacrifice to Heaven in the King's Court War, and only the direct lineage can be named chiefs or higher officials. Successful families would be granted the Royal Court Command Token after the war,"

"For those of outsider bloodlines who rashly take this on, they will immediately suffer a backlash from the Dragon Qi, leading to their Divine Souls being torn apart and death."

Her heart was filled with trepidation.

Even the Hei Clan's original plan, which was from the collateral lineage, was merely to promote a puppet from the direct lineage or to adopt and raise a child of exceptional talent from the direct lineage, not for one to ascend personally.

No one dared to defy the strict command set by that invincible ancestor of bygone years.

In history, there were no lack of collateral family members who, discontented with their lot, attempted to go against Heaven through the King's Court War. They made a determined gamble only to die soul-shattered at the very moment of offering sacrifices, without exception.

"Perhaps it can be done, or perhaps not."

Blood Hand Demon Li Tu shook his head and said indifferently, "This is the only path for us loose cultivators, there are no others."

"After scores or even hundreds of attempts by the Great Sun Sword Sect and the Great Sun Sect, many Golden Pill monks perished, but they succeeded by using a trace of ancestral blood within their bodies to deceive the restrictions placed by that invincible mighty one from the past."

"Perhaps, it can be done."

"After all, ten thousand years have passed. No matter how strong the enforcer of the restrictions was, loopholes will have emerged over time. There is still hope."

"Indeed..."

Hei Louxi fell silent.

Surrounding Golden Pill monks, including Iron Bone Vajra and Immortal Baimei, all sighed, steadying their slightly unsettled Dao hearts and showed no more hesitation.

For these Golden Pill monks, the youngest were over four hundred years old, and the eldest were more than five hundred, nearing the end of their Life Energy.

They had nothing to fear.

In the end, everyone dies, sooner or later.

"If there needs to be a second one, then let it be me."

Hei Louxi took a deep breath, "The Hei Clan has been planning for the King's Court War for a long time. Many of the Formation instruments, soldiers, and cultivators are ready to go, I am quite familiar with these and might have a slightly better chance than others."

"Sister..."

Hei Loucheng started to speak, then paused, eventually staying silent.

The surrounding Golden Pill monks did not object. It was all the same to them.

A gust of wind suddenly blew.

Then, the wind roared, and Gold light covered the sky, descending from above.

An unimaginable pressure appeared between Heaven and Earth, heavy as mountains, causing all the Golden Pill monks' Divine Souls to freeze, suffocating everyone.

"Descendant, He Liuyun..."

An ancient voice appeared in the sky, slowly spreading in all directions.

His words stopped.

It seemed he was confused, like he noticed some disorder and couldn't make an instant judgment as usual, hesitating for quite some time.

"Causality?"

Jiang Ding, concealed, with his Sword Intent of Destruction severing the inside from the outside, shielding everything, mused lightly.

In that instant, he sensed the scent of Golden Causality.

In these past five years, the Xianmen Sect had invested a lot of manpower and resources to research the Golden Emperor Map. There were no major breakthroughs because the time was too short, but many subsidiary results had already appeared, which he had absorbed, making his knowledge in this area not so new.

Even though it was just a subsidiary part.

One must know, these were the research achievements of the Domain Overlord, numerous Heavenly Monarchs, in conjunction with the Central Array Spirit Computer—enough to surpass the total research of thousands of years of an entire world.

Had it not been for the suspected anomaly that occurred with Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch's Immortal Technique, resulting in some kind of fusion, this mere five years of research would have been enough to crush the explorations of half of Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch's Immortal Path.

"Yes, it is Golden Causality."

"Using the Formation Methods around the region, along with some curse techniques or what's called destiny, they form this large Causal Skill array that covers the entire Northern Plains."

Jiang Ding's gaze flickered.

"As expected, the Array Base should be in places like Beast Spirit Immortal City, Rule Mountain's Iron Family, Yin's, and Ice Snow Palace owned by the Mu Family. With the previous battle involving the Great Sun Sect, more than a dozen families were exterminated, not sparing even their chickens and dogs. Ancestral graves were plundered clean, and parts of the Formation Methods have been damaged, revealing loopholes."

"This thing, spanning countless miles and thousands of years, is still functioning, and it's strong," Jiang Ding suddenly felt a palpitation.

"It seems like I need to..."

He once again recalled the past.

Over a hundred years ago, when he enrolled at Qingfeng University, the Central Array Spirit Computer performed a 'Yan Dao' for him, predicting the future of the incoming students.

It was a True Immortal Sword Holding Picture.

Behind the True Immortal were nine pitch-black, chaotic black holes, and a circle of golden clouds surrounded him, each bearing a different name.

Some had already been verified, such as the Dyson Mirror Surface sword-shaped drones.

Among them, behind the True Immortal holding a sword, one chaotic black hole was named,

Destroying Golden Sword!

At this moment, his Divine Soul trembled, his innate Sword Dao instinct exploded, and a tide of inspiration surged forth, all converging into an incredibly vague, pillar-like object that faintly bore a gold color, resembling a Sword Embryo of a Flying Sword, yet also akin to something else.

Jiang Ding could no longer care about anything else.

He seized the once-in-ten-thousand-years opportunity, his Spirit Soul operating in overdrive, striving to chase, to remember, to think about everything related to the Sword Dao, extending to the Cultivation Method, Formation Method, Talisman, and all else that could contribute to the birth of this sword.

Unfortunately,

The target was too elusive and distant.

The inspiration and enlightenment came swiftly and left just as quickly; it was a concentrated outburst of past accumulation, and no matter what he tried to recall, he couldn't retain even a shred of it.

Only some seemingly plausible, yet upon closer inspection, absurd and irrelevant remnants remained in his Sea of Consciousness.

"It's gone."

"Just like that, it's gone."

After a long time, Jiang Ding unwillingly opened his eyes and committed these remnants firmly to memory.

"Whether it was Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch's aberrant fusion or his peerless innate talent, the legacy he left behind may be of help to me."

"The Cultivation Methods passed down by the twenty-eight families of the Northern Plains are useful to me."

"They should hand them over to me, for me to lead and distribute, to alleviate the sins they have committed against the billions of mortals and cultivators of the Northern Plains."

After taking some time to calm his Lake of Heart, Jiang Ding continued to look in the direction of the altar.

The overwhelming gold light hesitated for a long while, uncertain and hesitant.

Neither dissipating nor meting out punishment, unable to make a decision.

The numerous Golden Pill Monks, and hundreds of thousands of cultivators practicing Qi and building foundations, watched intently without daring to shift their gaze in the slightest, growing increasingly anxious as time passed.

"Descendant, He Liuyun."

Finally, the ancient voice continued, and the millennia-old Formation Method and Causal Skill had made a judgement.

"You shall be king!"

"I bestow upon you the Dragon Qi of the Northern Plains, in the hope that you will strive and fight courageously, fearful neither of hardship nor death, and not tarnish the glory of your ancestors!"

"Liuyun, receive the command!"

Blood Cloud suppressed his excitement and knelt deeply with great reverence.

Roar!

In the sky, the boundless gold light converged, forming a thousand-foot-long three-clawed Golden Dragon, whose roar shook hundreds of miles. After circling nearby, it descended into Blood Cloud's chest and left a three-clawed Golden Dragon mark on him.

The sky full of gold light faded, and all returned to calm.

"Success!"

The surrounding cultivators rejoiced ecstatically.

"A collateral line, no, not even a collateral, at most a mere trace of ancestral bloodline, such a person can be king, we too can become Immortals of Nascent Soul!"

Many were stirred in their hearts.

"We greet the Blood King!"

"May our king live for a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years!"

Around the circle, whether Foundation-building cultivators or Golden Pill Monks, all bowed their heads, kneeling and paying their respects, completing the next phase of the heaven-worshiping ritual.

All cultivators were filled with hope.

From this moment on, as long as they endured for another hundred days without the altar of kingship being destroyed,

Thereafter, Blood Cloud and the high officials he appointed to the grasslands would have the protection of the Blood King's Dragon Qi. Those not of equal level who killed them would suffer misfortune, especially aimed at Immortals of Nascent Soul.

If successful, from then on, their safety would be guaranteed, no longer as lowly as ants.

"Good, my bait..."

Jiang Ding too was pleased and looked up into the distance.

"My crows,"

"And Shang Sanwu, who dares to traffic people, Lingbao Commerce Association of Beast Spirit Immortal City, where are you?"