Chapter 1196: The Wave of Ten Thousand Clans' Independence: Great Sun Canghai Tianjun, the Xiu Shi Fa Hopes You Suppress the Rebellion

"Fellow Daoists,"

"The current Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie, the Nine Spirit Realm, is already a battlefield!"

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun said coldly.

"The Badaxian Sect and the Xiu Shi Fa are locked in slaughter. At present it still looks like a stalemate — both sides have suffered heavy casualties, but the situation has not tilted toward either party. Both sides lack the resolve to go down in mutual annihilation."

The surrounding Canghai Tianjun nodded.

When the Horn Demon Imperial Clan had not yet appeared, the Nine Spirit Domain maintained peace — this was not without reason.

Neither side could do anything to the other; they truly could not kill each other. That was why they pinched their noses and endured each other's existence — not because they were born loving to be packed shoulder to shoulder, crowding together.

After Soul Transformation cultivators appeared in the Xiu Shi Fa, the situation tilted somewhat.

But it still had not reached the point of changing things.

Because the Xiu Shi Fa's planet-class warships, Combined Dao-stage military formations, Combined Dao-realm military formation spells, attack methods, and so on were still being frantically researched and developed, had not yet formed a qualitative change, and still needed a period of peace to settle, in order to produce more Soul Transformation cultivators, more Refining Void cultivators, and major technological breakthroughs.

This settling of peace made the Badaxian Sect extremely wary, to the point of actively tearing up the alliance pact and breaking the hard-won thousand-plus years of peace among the realm's human race.

"Then, the Badaxian Sect cultivators began to use despicable methods."

"These rotten bastards!"

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun cursed: "They dispatched large numbers of scattered Soul Transformation cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators to open a second battlefield, extensively supporting various slave clans within the Xiu Shi Fa's Jiao Jiao Mingyu territory to ambush and kill Xiu Shi Fa citizens sent to receive the Minor Thousand Worlds, and to establish independent slave-clan regimes."

"Of course, calling them independent slave-clan regimes is just a front — maintaining a shred of the alliance pact's face, that's all."

"These slave-clan independent regimes are in fact all puppets supported by the Badaxian Sect. Every decision within them is made by Badaxian Sect cultivators."

"In the process of the various Minor Thousand Worlds within the Xiu Shi Fa's Jiao Jiao Mingyu gaining independence, Shadow Demon Abyss cultivators contributed a great deal of effort. This sect is indeed extremely skilled at concealment and subversion — its achievements in immortal-path technology in this area have surpassed the Xiu Shi Fa…"

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun took out documents one by one and distributed them to the many Canghai Tianjun attending the military conference.

"Slave-clan independent regimes…"

Jiang Ding took the documents one by one, murmuring.

On these, there were subtle differences from what Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun had said.

Many slave-clan regimes were indeed independent.

They had always been slaves. The Horn Demon Imperial Clan above them suddenly vanished, and the human race was locked in slaughter with the Horn Demon Imperial Clan, with no hands free to manage them. As long as they offered nominal submission and paid symbolic tribute, these slave clans rapidly transformed into the Ten Thousand Clans.

After several hundred years of slaughter, annexation, and expansion, powerful various

demon-clan forces reappeared in the Minor Thousand Worlds one after another.

The Badaxian Sect also participated, scheming and inciting, further intensifying this process.

Originally, after the war was won, the Xiu Shi Fa could free its hands and clean up its own sphere of influence.

All of this would not have been a problem.

Merely some newborn Ten Thousand Clan forces — wanting to pluck the Xiu Shi Fa's fruits of victory was truly wishful thinking.

But the problem is, the Xiu Shi Fa has always operated with legions!

Now, the legions are pinned down by the Badaxian Sect, and it truly cannot spare dozens more legions. Doing so would greatly weaken the Xiu Shi Fa's Refining Void military formations on the main battlefield, leading to a situation of destruction.

The Xiu Shi Fa's current situation is very passive.

Sending small units, they would easily be surrounded and annihilated by Badaxian Sect experts — utterly useless.

Sending large-scale star-sky fleets would weaken the frontal battlefield's strength.

Once this stalemate continues, the hundred Minor Thousand Worlds within the Horn Demon Imperial Clan will not only fail to become the Xiu Shi Fa's cradle of soaring growth, but will instead become wounds draining the Xiu Shi Fa's blood. Development speed will plummet sharply, and there may even be a regression in strength.

Because the thousand-year realm war has caused enormous damage to the Xiu Shi Fa's economy.

If sufficient war spoils cannot be obtained from the post-war victory to replenish it, the Xiu Shi Fa will fall into an economic crisis, and may need hundreds or thousands of years to recover.

"Therefore,"

Jiang Ding raised his head and looked at Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun.

"Yes."

"Great Sun Canghai Tianjun."

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun said solemnly: "The Xiu Shi Fa hopes you will lead troops to suppress the rebellion, execute all the foreign-race human cultivators who have blood debts against Xiu Shi Fa citizens, and stabilize the Xiu Shi Fa's Jiao Jiao Mingyu sphere of influence."

"These Minor Thousand Worlds must be transformed into a steady stream of supply lines for the Xiu Shi Fa, raising generation after generation of citizens for the Xiu Shi Fa, and providing all manner of manpower and material support to the front lines.

If conditions permit, courtesy demands reciprocity — go occupy even more Minor Thousand Worlds."

"The goal is so large, yet the support the Xiu Shi Fa can provide is very small."

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun's tone paused, somewhat embarrassed: "I can give you one Star-Sky Guard Group Army as your personal troops."

"Besides that, there is also enough equipment to outfit one hundred and twenty-seven Star-Sky Group Armies — all discarded Xiu Shi Fa equipment, some second-line, some third-line, and the Xiu Shi Fa's first-generation warships and fighters from the Wu era."

"The truth is, after a thousand years of war, the Xiu Shi Fa is also facing the Badaxian Sect's eight Refining Void cultivators' offensive, and must ensure the mother star is absolutely safe — it truly cannot spare any more manpower."

He said solemnly.

"This is precisely the scheme of those eight old things. I suspect they planned everything before the war, to launch it the moment the Horn Demon Imperial Clan war ended — not even a moment's interval."

"This is absolutely no coincidence."

The surrounding Canghai Tianjun looked toward that blue-clothed youth.

"Wu-era warships?"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

During the sixth-generation rule of Wu Wu Chengzhong, Xiu Shi Fa warships began to develop.

Those were simply lumps of iron.

Fragile, short-ranged, with no array-spirit intelligent automated structures — entirely dependent on cultivator divine sense and magic power operated manually. Their range was even inferior to the attack range of Xianzong cultivator magic treasures.

This kind of equipment was practically no different from scrap.

Scrap that barely had any recycling value, because the materials used were nothing precious — mostly composed of mortal-grade alloys.

These warships were entirely things developed in the Xiu Shi Fa's bitter, hardscrabble era — when one spirit stone was split in half to spend, when pills had never even been heard of, when they were so poor they nearly pawned their trousers.

Back then, having something in hand to use was the biggest merit of the first generation of Xianmen warships; beyond that, there were no other merits at all.

Defense, mobility, attack—every single statistic was inferior to the dharma treasures of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong cultivators.

These old antique warships were probably kept in Xianmen's warehouses the whole time. At first they were surely kept as war reserves, but later they were completely forgotten.

Now Xianmen has dug them out again, patched them up, and sent them back to the battlefield.

"At least they're usable, really."

"Jiang Ding."

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun said, slightly embarrassed: "You may use this equipment to arm the Xianmen conscript army, let them fight for Xianmen, use them to hold fast at every Minor Thousand World, transform them into Xianmen's resource lands, and wait for new Xianmen cultivators to be born."

"These alien-race conscript armies, although they can't beat Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong cultivators, holding fast and awaiting reinforcements, slowing down the advance of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong cultivators is still possible."