Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding concealed his form, flying through the Soulless Desert.

All around were yellow sands and tornado storms, a desolate expanse void of life, not a hint of green or vitality existed, and there was not the slightest trace of Spiritual Energy.

This environment was naturally a sanctuary for evading the search of cultivators, even those not skilled in Concealment magic would find it extremely hard to be discovered here.

All sorts of tracking by aura, causality, or bloodline would see their range and precision severely weakened.

In the world of cultivation, no matter what method, it all ultimately depended on the existence of Spiritual Energy.

At the same time,

Above Beast Spirit Immortal City, space was repeatedly torn asunder, and powerful presences emerged one after another in the sky, their daunting pressure rippled in all directions, Domains enveloped the surroundings, and the Spiritual Energy was imprisoned so densely it was like iron.

"Paying respects to... Immortal!"

"Paying respects to Immortal!"

Below, over a hundred thousand cultivators had not yet fled, primarily from the Hei Clan's Direct Lineage Qi Practitioners and Foundation Builders, who were still embroiled in a conflict, with bodies continuously falling to the ground, desperate to seize control over Beast Spirit Immortal City, especially its wealth and third and fourth-rank Spiritual Veins, battling fiercely beyond measure.

The moment they witnessed the presence of Nascent Soul Stage energies appearing in the sky, they turned as pale as death, trembling in fear.

These six Immortals of the Nascent Soul were from different Northern Plains families, including age-old adversaries of the Hei Clan, bound by blood feuds from millennia ago during the Northern Plains internal war, that could not be washed away even after nine lifetimes.

But now, upon receiving the plea for help, they rushed over immediately.

"Tushan!"

"Good, very good..."

They watched coldly over the ravaged Beast Spirit Immortal City below, their Divine Sense brushing past the Sutra Pavilion, clan treasury, and secret vaults, especially when they saw the Hei Clan Ancestral Shrine that was beaten into ruins and then incinerated by fire, their eyes filled with surging anger and icy killing intent.

The Qi Practitioners and Foundation Builders below felt an icy dread, their bodies could not stop shuddering, filled with terror.

After a moment,

Finally, someone mustered the courage to lift their head, taking a fleeting glance and revealing an expression of ecstatic joy, moved to tears.

"Paying respects to Immortal Guifu!"

"Paying respects to Heaven Transformation Immortal!"

"Paying respects to Joyous Union Immortal, paying respects to Ice Rain Immortal..."

The many Hei Clan's Direct Lineage Qi Practitioners and Foundation Builders were overwhelmed with joy, once again making grand gestures of respect, not merely kneeling, but rather spreading a pair of pitch-black Mana Crow feathers, prostrating and flapping them.

The greeting for each Immortal of the Nascent Soul was different, depending on the Immortal's loyal power, it was a form of ancient visiting etiquette.

As members of the Hei Clan's Direct Lineage, from a young age, they were taught about the appearances, characteristics, and progeny of the great powers' Immortals of the Nascent Soul, to avoid inadvertently offending someone, which could lead to their own death and bring disaster to the clan.

"Immortal, please stand up for our Hei Clan!"

"Immortal! For the sake of our ancestors, please save our Hei Clan!"

At this moment, these Hei Clan's Direct Lineage Foundation Builders, having dared to look up, cried inconsolably, "Old thief Tushan vilely harmed our ancestor, killed our uncles, destroyed our Hei Clan ancestral lands, the worship of our ancestors for ten thousand years now interrupted; his sins are monstrous and against all conscience, an extreme act of betrayal!"

"Without the extermination of this vile thief, peace cannot return to the Northern Plains, nor can our line of ancestors rest in peace!"

"And there are many vassal families that do not recognize their place, committing regicide, an appalling act; such beings who do not know their place and are ungratefully treacherous should all be executed, their entire clans eradicated, to serve as a warning to others!"

For days, every single descendant of the Hei Clan's Direct Lineage lived in constant fear, apprehensive that the next moment might see Golden Pills storming into the Immortal City to slaughter them all, always walking on eggshells.

Now, all their pent-up emotions burst forth, as they related their grievances in succession, imploringly looking up at the Immortals of the Nascent Soul in the sky.

These Northern Plains family Immortals exhibited varied reactions: some showed compassion, empathizing with their suffering, some were angry, and some were indifferent.

The one thing they had in common was that not a single Immortal of the Nascent Soul paid any heed to the Qi Practitioners and Foundation Builders below, not even offering a word of comfort.

No matter their attitude, be it malicious or benevolent, without the level of Golden Pill, in their eyes, these cultivators didn't even warrant the right to conversation; they were no more than mere clumps of grass.

Compliance and obedience are sufficient, no words are needed.

The Hei Clan, regardless of the name, had already lost its standing within the Council of Righteous and Diabolic alliances in practice.

"It has been confirmed, the Divine Crow is indeed dead, not even the Nascent Soul could escape."

Someone whispered.

"In just a few decades, another family's ancestor worship has ceased."

For two hundred years, such events had occurred one after another, causing the hearts of Immortals to fluctuate, unable to remain calm.

This generation was doomed not to live as leisurely as the previous generation of cultivators, facing threats of life and death, they had to continuously strive, continually fight, until they eradicate their enemies and restore the ancestral lands.

"But!"

"This time, it is not the Great Sun Sect, not the Great Sun Sword Sect!"

The Heaven Transformation Immortal of the Tianrendao from the Liudao Sect's Yin's, said furiously, with killing intent ice-cold, "It's just a rogue cultivator who appears out of nowhere, audaciously bold indeed!"

"If even such a person can brazenly provoke our Northern Plains' families, then we might as well slit our own throats and wait for death, without any need to vie for the dominance of the Northern Plains."

"What do you all think?"

He scanned his surroundings coldly.

"This thief deserves death."

"Take his head, take his Nascent Soul, proclaim it to the world, to serve as a warning to others!"

"Kill Tushan..."

Each Nascent Soul, whether from a Righteous or Diabolic family, no matter their political stance, voiced out ferociously at this moment.

"Rule Axe brother..."

All the Nascent Souls looked towards the Mid-stage Nascent Soul Rule Axe True Monarch.

The Iron Family from Rule Mountain, as a Righteous family responsible for executing rituals in the Northern Plains, had the duty of exterminating runaway slaves and preserving the unshakable rule of the Immortal breed's bloodlines throughout history, each adept at tracking magic.

In the past, whenever there were newly advanced Nascent Souls from outside families, or Nascent Souls wandering from other cultivation realms causing chaos in the Northern Plains, it was always the Rule Mountain Iron Family who tracked and locked on, then gathering various family Nascent Souls to hunt and kill them, with hardly anyone able to escape.

Unexpectedly, at a glance, everyone's expressions slightly changed.

"Pfft!"

"Impossible..."

The Rule Axe True Monarch's complexion suddenly darkened, forcibly suppressing something, and after a few breaths, he ultimately couldn't withstand it and suddenly spurted a mouthful of dark red blood, his face deathly pale, his aura weak.

"Rule Axe brother?!"

The exceedingly beautiful, neither male nor female Heaven Transformation Immortal had a bad premonition, manipulated the mana technique, and waves of cleansing light dispersed, the Liudao Sect's curse expelling magic.

"It's nothing."

"There's no curse trap."

Rule Axe True Monarch's face was grim: "This place, it's too clean! Not only is there no trace of Old Thief Tushan, but even the traces of the Golden Pills from the many vassal families are missing, as if it has been swept by the Nine Heavens Gang Wind, without any residue."

"I used some tracking magic that greatly drained my vital energy, but unexpectedly, it was all in vain."

"That old thief must be highly skilled in the Hiding Cleaning Skill!"

The faces of the numerous Nascent Soul Monks darkened.

Within the vast Northern Plains, within the vast cultivation world, a Nascent Soul skilled in the art of Concealment could simply hide anywhere, as tough as finding a needle in a haystack, who could find them?

Even with ten times, a hundred times the strength, if one cannot find the person, what can be done?