Chapter 1095

Jiang Ding looked up at the sky, using the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie array to direct his gaze toward the distant, pitch-black starry void.

There, at a certain moment, tens of thousands of li of space shattered completely, giving birth to boundless Lei Ting blooming across the stars, Lei Chong Guang illuminating all directions, dazzling and brilliant.

This celestial phenomenon of Lei Ting lasted for several days, then countless malevolent ghosts and zombies wailed, and blood-red clouds filled the heavens, as if an entire Diyu Hell had descended, and all living beings would be cast into the Eighteen Layers of Hell to suffer eternal torment, forever unable to transcend.

After an unknown length of time, all the lights receded.

Jiang Ding focused his spirit, fully activating the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie array's reconnaissance and detection techniques, directing them toward that dark stretch of starry void.

It was too distant to scan in detail; he could only make out fragments of scenes.

Among the Lei Chong Guang were countless armored cultivators, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, still increasing endlessly, lifted by boundless Lei Chong Guang and Lei Yun, each exuding profound, inexhaustible authority, radiating merciless power over life and death.

The cosmic starry void trembled with their arrival, occasionally splitting open with jagged black fissures.

They resembled the Tian Bing and Tian Jiang of the Heavenly Court's Lei Bu!

Descending from the heavens above, their immense authority purged demons and monsters, cleansing the sins of the mortal realm.

Wuwuwu…

On the other side, it was the opposite extreme: piercing wails of ghosts and howls of wolves echoed everywhere, even the endless star rivers could not block them; when cultivators saw them, illusions flooded their divine souls, as if they would instantly plunge into Hell.

From a single void point, endless peeled ghosts, zombies, and white-boned skeletons poured forth like a tidal wave, instantly spreading in all directions.

Each step these demons took left a bloody footprint; blood dripped, trembled, and converged, rapidly forming vast blood lakes that spread outward.

In the pitch-black cosmic void, a dark red blood lake appeared!

On one side stood the awe-inspiring, unfathomable Tian Bing and Tian Jiang of the Heavenly Court's Lei Bu,

on the other, the piercing wails of countless malevolent ghosts and demons.

These were two extremes, both radiating terrifying energies far beyond the imagination of all Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun in the Minor Thousand Worlds.

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Li Qingyun, Master Dinghai Zhenjun Disciple Yin Dao, Gong Gong Caiyu, Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun… these peak Nascent Soul cultivators of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting had originally been full of confidence, for their military formation, honed over centuries, was strong enough to easily suppress past Bing Yuan Tian Jun and others.

Yet now their faces were utterly pale, their eyes filled with terror.

These descending Lei Bu Tian Bing and Tian Jiang, these countless demonic ghosts—even a single thread of their aura, even across the vast starry distance—could be clearly felt by them; their own formation seemed like ants before them, utterly incomparable in level.

Even the Da Ri Jianxiu, the bloodthirsty, frenzied sword cultivators, now fell silent, no longer agitated, gripping their sword hilts tightly, knuckles white.

All Master Dinghai Zhenjun suppressed the urge to tremble, looking upward.

All the Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun suppressed the urge to tremble and looked upward.

"Dong Xue Dao…"

Jiang Ding's pupils blazed like solar furnaces, his gaze piercing several inches as he stared into the distant stars, murmuring to himself: "Could this… be coincidence?"

He flipped his hand, revealing two jade slips; his divine sense probed into them, studying and pondering.

A sharp-eyed Master Dinghai Zhenjun who also favored the library felt a sudden stir.

These two jade slips were the entirety of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting's library collection; they had studied them repeatedly before, seeking to draw analogies and gain understanding.

These two jade slips contained the entire collection of the Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting library; they had studied them many times before to draw inferences and gain some understanding.

From ancient sects that once flourished in this world between thirty thousand and one hundred thousand years ago, their Gen Ben Gong Fa were named the Jiu Tian Shen Lei Dian and the Dong Xue He Mo Yan Dian, among the strongest legacies of this world's past.

These two ancient sects, now long extinct, were the Tianshenlei Sect and the Dong Xue He Men!

These two ancient sects that had long since perished were named the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect and the Blood River Gate!

Instantly, countless Master Dinghai Zhenjun's gazes fixed on Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun.

Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun, a powerful cultivator who rose from the Northern Plains' wandering sects.

His rise was largely due to a miraculous encounter in childhood, when he obtained the legacy of the ancient Modaoda Sect, Dong Xue He Men!

"My fellow cultivators, I do not know."

Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun let out a bitter laugh: "The Dong Xue He Men legacy I received was extremely fragmented; even the Dong Xue Yun Qi was damaged, and I only received the Nascent Soul-level transmission—otherwise, I wouldn't have had to fight to the death just to ascend to Nascent Soul, barely succeeding."

Blood Flow Cloud gave a bitter smile: "The Blood River Gate I obtained was extremely incomplete; even the Blood Cloud Flag was broken, and it only held Nascent Soul-level inheritance. Otherwise, back then, I would not have had to fight for life and death to advance to Nascent Soul, and only by sheer luck did I get my wish."

He shook his head, unable to judge anything—it was pure fog.

At this moment, the green-robed boy on the six Wang Zuo retrieved the two Gong Fa jade slips.

"Ancient sects… Tianshenlei Sect, Dong Xue He Men…"

Jiang Ding pondered.

In his mind, his divine consciousness operated beyond capacity, repeatedly calculating and comparing.

He had already studied these two Gong Fa hundreds of years ago; he loved all forms of Immortal knowledge and spent vast amounts of time reading Immortal texts—this was merely a review, reaffirming something, ensuring no past oversight.

He had actually studied these two Gong Fa hundreds of years ago; he loved all kinds of Immortal Dao knowledge and usually spent a great deal of time reading Immortal Dao literature. This time was merely a review, to confirm things again and prevent any past oversights.

"These two ancient sects of this world and the suddenly appearing external army share similarities."

Jiang Ding's calculations yielded results; he declared firmly.

Although the Gong Fa of Tianshenlei Sect and Dong Xue He Men were vastly weaker than the external army, the similarities were too numerous to be coincidence.

It was as if these were the lower-tier Wei Gong Fa!

Jiang Ding's gaze shifted to Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun, paused briefly, then moved away, finally settling on Master Dinghai Zhenjun Li Qingyun, Han Lin.

"Senior Senior Chen He, please guide me."

Jiang Ding sent a divine sense message, his voice low and grave.

Master Senior Chen He!

In the Jiu Tian Mi Jing of Yue Kingdom in the Three Kingdoms region, a remnant soul of Tianshenlei Sect once existed—this remnant soul was named Senior Chen He Qing Daoren, who had dwelled within Han Lin since childhood, aiding him greatly.

At this moment, although Jiang Ding spoke of "senior" and "guidance," his tone unconsciously carried a thread of icy killing intent.

This Minor Thousand World held many friends he cared for, immense wealth, and everything tied to his future Dao path.

If someone was a traitor, deliberately sabotaging, digging up his roots, and killing his old companions, then past bonds might mean nothing.

This Minor Thousand Worlds holds many friends to whom he has feelings, possesses his vast wealth, and concerns his future Dao path.

If someone acts as an inside agent, deliberately sabotaging, intending to dig up his foundations and kill his other old acquaintances, then the past friendships might count for nothing.

"Master Tushan Daoist, this has nothing to do with me."

"I am but a wisp of a remnant soul; how could I possibly summon a great army from the Upper Realm?"

Daoist Chen He smiled bitterly: "However, when our sect, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect, flourished, an ancestor ascended to the Upper Realm. There is a vague record of a name. The ancestor spoke of it with deep reserve and extraordinary awe, daring not to mention it casually, not even in jade slips..."

"That name is the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect..."

In the star river, space constantly churned; armies kept appearing, surging in endless streams.

In the end, the great army of the Thunder Department's heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals broke through a million. Lei Chong Guang crackled; billions of thunder runes bloomed. Their aura was deep as a tidal wave. Lei Chong Guang filled heaven and earth, possessing immense majesty and immense power.

The sea of blood of hundreds of millions of demons gradually stabilized, forming a terrifying hell of fierce ghosts, zombies, and skeletons in the starry sky, projecting the shadow of a hell.

Two utterly different forces faced off, as if bearing old grudges.

"Immortal Arts!"

"Immortal Arts!"

"Go seek the Immortal Arts..."

In the void, a low roar like a great bronze bell suddenly rang out. Two voices alternated: one destroyed the world and all beings like thunder; the other was gloomy and eerie, appearing and disappearing.

"Yes!"

A million heavenly soldiers and generals of the Thunder Department, and hundreds of millions of ghosts, zombies, and skeletons roared. Countless military formation runes bloomed. They ceased their standoff and transformed into a tide covering the sky and earth, spreading toward the Minor Thousand Worlds.

Every meteorite and the dark yang wind currents along the way were shattered before them.

The Minor Thousand Worlds, like a helpless dancer in a realm, possessed no power to resist!