Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding walked slowly through the streets of the Beast Spirit Immortal City, occasionally swinging his sword and slashing towards distant foes.

The sword-light traveled dozens of miles, whether it be slicing through members of the Hei Clan or the Shang Clan, or a direct lineage Golden Pill Monk from the Northern Plains Family who had independently joined the battle—slaughtering them.

In this regard, despite the endless battles and civil strife among the direct lineages of the Northern Plains Family clans, with countless Nascent Souls and Golden Pills fallen in battle, all were desperate for a higher realm, sparing no effort.

But similarly, they possessed a strong spirit of mutual aid; even during the cruelest internal conflicts, they preserved and protected the final sanctuaries of incense fire for each family.

It was much like the numerous vassal states in Zhou Tianzi's era, scattered and fragmented, yet capable at times of exhibiting unity.

After fifteen consecutive slashes of his sword, the enemy Golden Pill Monks were all dead.

Jiang Ding ceased his action, closed his eyes to recuperate, healing the mana and Divine Sense which had been damaged in the previous battle.

"Immortal, we are unable to handle the formation at the Sutra Pavilion. We fear that disrupting the formation would trigger the self-destruction of the cultivation method scriptures..."

After a while, Yu Zhong's respectful voice reached him.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and gazed with his Divine Sense towards the Sutra Pavilion over ten kilometers away.

As the object of deepest desire for all Golden Pill Monks, the Sutra Pavilion attracted over thirty of them. After some tentative assault attempts, they were thwarted by a top-tier third-order formation, not daring to make any further moves.

Naturally, the true power of this formation was even greater.

In its prime state, relying on the Hei Family's Protective Formation, even a Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator would pay a steep price of serious injury if caught off-guard.

However, the power of the formation was diminished after the protective formation it depended on was broken.

"Very well," Jiang Ding said.

He swung his sword.

Whizz!

The Taiqing Flying Sword ripped through the air, leaving a straight line in space before vanishing from sight.

Golden Pill Monks like Yu Zhong and others stood idly by the formation.

In their eyes, there was only a fleeting flash of Blue-Gold Sword Light, and then, quietly and without warning, several sword marks appeared on the shield of the top-tier formation that had resisted numerous attacks without any result, located at several key points corresponding to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches of the formation.

The immensely powerful and thundering formation faltered.

It came to a halt.

Subsequently, countless Spiritual Lights scattered, silently disintegrating, leaving behind the book pavilions within, exuding an ancient and weathered aura as well as a faint scent of books.

Every now and then, within a certain library, there were flashes of destructive Spiritual Light: the Hei Clan had set up self-destruct mechanisms, preferring to destroy everything rather than let the enemy have it.

At this moment, there was only a slight flash, silently collapsing without causing any damage.

"The Immortal's mastery of Formation Dao is truly earth-shattering and capable of moving the heavens..."

Yu Zhong, Wei Qingqing, and other Golden Pill Monks took in a sharp breath.

They were knowledgeable; indeed, an Immortal of Nascent Soul could break a third-order formation with a single strike, but to do it so effortlessly and without any damage indicated an extremely profound mastery of Formation Dao.

'A Nascent Soul elder enjoys a lifespan of one thousand and two hundred years. With such accumulation over the ages, who knows how much they surpass us...'

Someone felt a tremor in their heart, despairing at the chasm-like gap between them.

At once, everyone earnestly dispersed into the Sutra Pavilion like a gluttonous beast, indiscriminately bagging all the cultivation method scriptures the Hei Clan had accumulated over thousands of years into their storage bags, not daring to secretly keep any or read ahead, even though they were eager and excited.

"Immortal, the treasury within the Lingbao Commerce Association..."

"Immortal, we've discovered the Hei Clan's secret vault, it may contain treasures of significant value to the Hei Clan..."

"Immortal, we've discovered the Hei Clan's family treasury. It contains the accumulation of tens of thousands of years, filled with vast amounts of first-order, second-order, and third-order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures. The expenditures of the Beast Spirit Immortal City were all drawn from here..."

Jiang Ding strolled down the streets of the Beast Spirit Immortal City, admiring the different scenery of this otherworld, occasionally casting a sword strike into the distance, slicing through one third-order formation after another with each breath. The heavenly and massive accumulation of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures filled different storage bags.

Heavenly and massive!

This was by no means an exaggeration!

Especially the Hei Clan's family treasury, which served as the logistics hub for this vast power of the Hei Clan, inhabited by billions of commoners. It contained a spatial formation, piling up copious amounts of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures like mountains, stretching as far as the eye could see, with a dazzling array of Spiritual Lights and treasures shining brightly all around.

If someone extremely greedy arrived here, it's possible they'd be so excited that their heart might burst right open.

The visual and psychological shock is far too terrifying!

Golden Pill Monks have a Divine Sense range of over ten kilometers. With Divine Sense deployed and mana flowing, a single person can have the production power of at least tens of thousands of ordinary people.

More than a hundred Golden Pills, that's equivalent to the efforts of several millions of ordinary people working together!

The mobility and efficiency far surpass anything else.

These Golden Pill Monks weren't slacking off; they were seriously working. The speed at which they erupted was horrifying, as vast amounts of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures as well as Cultivation Methods and scriptures were collected into storage bags in just a few minutes.

Like a myriad of streams flowing into the sea, even mountains of treasures didn't amount to much before their eyes, as they were swiftly collected.

"Hei Clan's secret vault..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself. With a flash of Sword-light, he broke through the air and arrived in front of an underground palace guarded by many layers of protective formations.

More than ten Golden Pill Monks stood by respectfully.

In front of the underground palace, a sinister old man lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, still showing signs of extreme terror and a strong sense of unwillingness, resentment, and spite.

At the proudest moment of his life, when his lifelong ambitions were about to be fulfilled, he fell at this last step.

In the brief time he had lain there—which wasn't even a land cursed with deathly shades—a substantial amount of pure resentment had already formed on this Golden Pill-level corpse.

This resentment almost seemed to surge into the heavens, and if left here for several more months, it wouldn't be difficult for a zombie with infinite potential to be born from it.

This was Hei Chengwu, the former Patriarch of the Hei Clan.

After calculating and scheming, he brought about the Rule Mountain Iron Family and, at the cost of the Hei Clan's power plummeting to an all-time low, he paved his own path to Nascent Soul.

Unfortunately, in the end, he didn't get his wish and died among the Internal Demons, suddenly succumbing to cultivation deviation.

"Greetings, Immortal!"

The ten-plus Golden Pill Monks greeted him with respect.

"Hmm."

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and delivered a slash.

Under the Blue-Gold Sword Light, the palace's formation defense layers crumbled, and some of the aftermath spilled out, turning Hei Chengwu's body into dust. The doors of the underground palace slowly swung open.

"So many..."

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense swept over the area, and his Sword Heart skipped a beat.

No longer high above, looking down at the Golden Pill Monks with a sense of superiority.

Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures!

All of them were Nascent Soul Stage Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures and Nascent Treasures!

Filling up this entire underground palace, as soon as the formation broke, the treasures' glow couldn't wait to burst forth from the underground palace, shining onto the clouds above and forming a spectacle of radiant treasure-light that could be seen clearly throughout the city.

Inside, there was nothing else,

All of them were Fourth-order items!

"Seven Nascent Treasures, and a multitude of Nascent Soul Stage Elixirs, Fourth-order minerals, Spirit Woods, Elixirs, Talismans, and so on, valued at..."

"Around 3.2 billion Low-grade Spirit Stones!"

"A pure sum of 3.2 billion Low-grade Spirit Stones made up of Xianmen Sect's Fourth-order Legal Spirit Coins!"

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and estimated in his mind.

"Divine Crow, I forgive you."

"When you shattered my Tushan Immortal City years ago, it must have truly been an accident."