Chapter 1096: The Beings of the Upper Realm Regard All Living Beings as Ants

Hundreds of millions of demon-ghost armies, the Thunder Division's heavenly soldiers and generals departed into the distance, heading toward the distant Minor Thousand Worlds.

"Greetings, Supreme Honored One…"

In place, the handsome-bearded middle-aged cultivator Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun, Mingguang Zi, Xi Ping'an, kowtowed reverently, their posture humble to the extreme.

But received no response whatsoever.

The Upper Realm army had descended, with no intention of rewarding or rebuking them, as if a component had completed its task and was no longer useful, possessing no value at all.

No one paid them any attention.

"Sigh…"

Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun still maintained his meticulous, humble etiquette, even though the Upper Realm army had already departed, yet his heart sank: "Upper Realm cultivators are indeed exceedingly arrogant, as if they are already superior beings, no longer the same race as us; even conversing with us is something they must hold their noses to do, as if seeing a foul-smelling beggar."

"If we wish to obtain a path to ascend to the Upper Realm from them, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

He had once been an invincible figure of the Minor Thousand Worlds, the progenitor of the Northern Plains family, and knew all too well this abyss-like chasm between superior and inferior ranks—nearly impossible to bridge, impossible to build connections with, no possibility whatsoever.

If one brazenly forced one's way closer, one would be slain on the spot.

"Now, we can only wait."

Mingguang Zi likewise appeared exceedingly humble, nearly kowtowing in worship toward the Upper Realm army, having changed greatly during these years of exile, and said coldly through divine sense transmission.

"Let us see how Jiang Ding Zi responds."

"And how strong the Upper Realm army is. Too strong, and Jiang Ding Zi dies instantly—we would have no chance either."

"Conversely, if too weak, that won't do either. Best it remains at a stalemate; then, these Upper Realm cultivators will also be ants, with the possibility of communication…"

……

"You may go."

"No need to engage in battle. Simply stabilize the array foundations everywhere so they are not shaken or breached."

Jiang Ding pressed his hand on his sword hilt and stood up from the Six Paths Wang Zuo.

"Yes!"

"Canghai Tianjun!"

Mu Mu Tianxue, Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Li Qingyun Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Gong Gong Caiyu, Hei Hei Louxi, and over six hundred other Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun received the order with solemnity, each dispersing in different directions, returning to their own subordinates, and distributing themselves in all directions through teleportation arrays.

They would garrison individual Da Ri Ding Gao Jie array foundations in the East Sea, Southern Frontier, Western Desert, and other places, providing magic power for them, stabilizing the formations, and using pre-refined standard formation components to replace and repair the slightly damaged array foundations.

This was all they could do.

Because they were only at Nascent Soul stage, far too powerless in an inter-realm war, no matter how numerous.

Jiang Ding stepped out, flying into the sky, through the clouds, through the gale layer, finally arriving within the realm's lightning layer, merging with an invisible Da Ri Ding Gao Jie

boundary array sun, separated by the realm wall, silently watching the two divine-demon armies rapidly approaching the Minor Thousand Worlds.

Not long after, a terrifying phantom world of Lei Chong Guang had already descended.

The next moment, a sinister and eerie demon world of blood-water flooding the skies likewise descended.

The two military formation world phantoms emanated countless chaotic formation dao runes, Lei Chong Guang dazzling and resplendent, blood-light blanketing the heavens, generating hundreds of millions of chain-like runes to seal, entangle, and wrap the entire world, layer upon layer.

"Order, the power of Order…"

In Jiang Ding's pupils, furnace-like solar divine radiance flickered unsteadily as he rapidly scanned these newly appeared things.

These Upper Realm cultivators displayed from the outset the power of Order that only quasi-Emperors possessed, and its application was exquisitely refined to the extreme, unheard of—military formation techniques absent in the Nine Spirit Domain.

Lei Ting chains and blood-wrapped demon-ghost chains intertwined with each other, spreading in all directions, extending into the star river, and further extending into the realm wall, completing seal after seal to ensure no immortal techniques could escape, facilitating meticulous search without missing any oversight.

From beginning to end, these Upper Realm cultivators uttered not a word, not regarding the Minor Realm cultivators as a race equal to themselves.

Until the sealing was entirely complete.

"Lower Realm Soul Transformation cultivator!"

"Kneel!"

Within the Thunder Division's heavenly soldiers and generals world phantom appeared a towering, mountain-like Lei Chong Guang divine general, his gaze cold and profound: "Release your divine soul, accept the slave imprint of the Nine Heavens Divine Lei Zhen Sect, and you may be spared death."

"Otherwise, your divine soul will be utterly destroyed!"

Boom—!

A Lei Ting talisman edict, like a Lei Ting divine spear, descended from the heavens, piercing through the realm wall in an instant, coming to nail and kill toward Jiang Ding's brow.

Within this Lei Chong Guang was contained terrifying Lei Ting destructive power—not like a divine soul slave imprint, but more like the Thunder Division's heavenly punishment for destroying demons and evils.

Lei Ting rain and dew are both heavenly grace!

These Upper Realm cultivators had no desire whatsoever to know what Lower Realm cultivators thought, nor did they need their answer; even a Soul Transformation cultivator who was master of a realm was like an ant before them, and they did not care.

All of this was so domineering.

Release your entire divine soul, accept the slave imprint, and live.

Refuse to release your divine soul, or hesitate even slightly, and your divine soul will be utterly destroyed on the spot!

Boom—!

The Lei Ting talisman edict arrived in an instant.

Just as this Lei Ting talisman edict was about to reach the brow of the blue-robed youth, a single finger—appearing at some unknown moment before the talisman edict—gently reached to grasp it, naturally, as if plucking a withered yellow leaf blown down by a clear breeze.

"Foolish."

Many cultivators among the Thunder Division's heavenly soldiers and generals revealed mocking expressions.

Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun, bearing the name 'Shenxiao'!

He was one of the three lords of 'Shen

xiao,' 'Shen Lei,' and 'Shen Fa' of the sect, one of the strongest beneath the sect's ancestors; though merely an ordinary strike, it was more than sufficient to instantly pierce-kill several Soul Transformation cultivators.

This short-sighted Lower Realm ant-cultivator, accustomed to acting as king and tyrant within his minor realm, striking such a carefree, leisurely pose—truly does not know how the character for 'death' is written.

However, it was hardly surprising; the strong among Minor Realm cultivators were mostly like this.

Ding!

The next moment, the pupils of many cultivators of the Thunder Department constricted.

The blue-clothed youth's fingers precisely pinched the thunder-lightning-flickering Lei Ting talisman edict; between his two fingers, sword qi faintly surfaced, and the Lei Ting talisman edict erupted with dazzling radiance, as if it would destroy heaven and earth, as countless densely packed spatial cracks bloomed open.

But in the end, as an indistinct sound of sword-chime appeared, all the strange phenomena of this Lei Ting talisman edict vanished, and it reverted to a solid, withered-yellow talisman paper, upon which were drawn many cinnabar patterns.

"What?!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals of the Thunder Department were stunned, almost unable to believe their own eyes.

The Thunder General was even more taken aback.

Although it was only his casual strike, it still should not have been received by a cultivator of a small realm; he should not have such ability — merely a cultivator of the lower realm.

And even less should it have been done so casually!

"How could this be?"

"Upper-realm cultivators… setting other things aside, just speaking of individual combat power, it seems they are nothing more than this?"

Jiang Ding casually crushed this Lei Ting talisman edict, a look of doubt surfacing in his eyes: "This strike exceeded the peak of Soul Transformation by a notch, but it's still very weak; I even suspect that trash Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun could receive it casually."

"What is the reason for this?"

"Is it that your status among upper-realm cultivators is too low, or that your sect does not excel in individual strength, and does not care about such things?"

"Or is it that the sect you come from,"

"is simply this weak?"

The solar furnace in Jiang Ding's pupils bloomed, and a cold blood-light unconsciously surfaced: "Could it be that upper-realm cultivators are not all strong either, that there also exist the weak, the trash, the feeble sects."

"For example, you?"

"Is that so?"