Chapter 1210: Why Do They Not Take the Immortal Sect's Laws Seriously?

The Xuanhu King stood in the starry sky.

His body was as massive as Shanfeng, harder than ten-thousand-times refined spirit gold, a single tiger whisker over ten meters long; born of the fiercest tigers among the kings of beasts, he had risen step by step all the way to Dao Hua Shen Qi, weathering countless storms of blood and slaughter.

The mere idle leak of a wisp of his aura was enough to make hundreds of millions of living beings feel their gallbladders about to burst, bleed from every orifice, and be scared to death on the spot.

Yet at this moment, though his body remained just as vast, unchanged, it gave people the illusion of a tame, gentle cat.

"Fellow Daoist, according to the Immortal Sect's Management Regulations, a grave incident of citizen massacre has occurred; you are obligated to submit to investigation, even to the inspection of your Shen Hun He Fa."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

"No, Canghai Tianjun!"

"This is my Shen Hun He Fa—even the Immortal Sect cannot…"

The Xuanhu King panicked, suddenly erupting with all his magic power and essence blood, turning to flee in mad desperation.

Hum!

In an instant, a destructive pressure bloomed between heaven and earth; the Xuanhu King's tiger body, vast as a mountain range, had only just taken a single step when it instantly froze solid—his Shen Hun He Fa and magic power stiffened, congealed, no longer flowing in the slightest.

His body staggered, involuntarily retreating; his enormous head lowered and dropped before the blue-robed youth.

"Why,"

"is it that there are always people who do not take the Immortal Sect's laws seriously?"

Jiang Ding murmured, his hand resting lightly on the Xuanhu King's forehead: "Compared to the Badaxian Sect's 'when punishment is unknowable, its might is unfathomable,' or the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's practice of enslaving kings, beating and scolding them on a whim, whipping them—how clear and explicit the Immortal Sect's laws are. Everything is set down in advance; every situation has its handling method, its response measure; nothing will be changed."

"Every citizen is restrained and protected by the Immortal Sect's laws; they will not commit acts of cruelty, and all your dignity is preserved."

"Such generous treatment—why not cherish it?"

A terrifying divine sense, interwoven with the order of the Six Paths, surged into the Xuanhu King's Shen Hun He Fa using the Immortal Sect's soul-searching Mi Fa; the seven-fold Shen Hun He Fa and power of order of one at the same level made all of the Xuanhu King's resistance as fragile as paper, easily pierced through.

Scene after scene appeared before Jiang Ding's eyes.

A black tiger born of the Fragrant Tiger Tribe, who endured the humiliations of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's era by bowing and scraping, then seized a great opportunity that sent his cultivation soaring and his bloodline leaping forward; the Xuanhu King's entire life flashed by in an instant, revealing insights precious even to Hua Shen Qi cultivators, along with heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and demon clan scriptures.

Jiang Ding ignored all of this completely, accelerating again and again, until at last he arrived at the period over a hundred years ago when the citizens were massacred.

The Shadow Demon Abyss cultivators' honeyed words and fair promises, repeated assurances; the greed in the Xuanhu King's heart, his longing to become a realm dominator like the Horned Demon Imperial Clan; benefit upon benefit—these drove him to resolve to stake everything on one throw, but in the end he never even set out before being defeated by the even more deeply founded

Magma Rock Clan.

All of this was ordinary, and not a crime.

Ambition—everyone has it; the Immortal Sect has never convicted by thought alone. As long as one does not take real, substantive action, everyone's mind is free.

Until—one scene.

Over ten thousand Immortal Sect citizens had their base suddenly raided by the Demon Mountain King; the citizens died one after another in the hands of the king, while the Xuanhu King watched coldly, watching all the way to the end.

He saw the last citizen seized by a Magma Rock Clan young prodigy, devoured; the citizen, amid wailing, was chewed into a paste of rotten flesh, his Shen Hun He Fa swallowed as well.

This Magma Rock Clan young prodigy revealed an expression of enjoyment.

The Immortal Sect citizens were not particularly strong, mostly Jin Dan and below, offering little increase to cultivation, but the status of realm dominators gave this Magma Rock Clan young prodigy a satisfaction beyond what cultivation alone could provide.

It was not that the Immortal Sect lacked strong cultivators.

A hundred Minor Thousand Worlds was simply too vast.

The Immortal Sect could not dispatch so many personnel, and so chose temporary compromise—granting the various slave races more favorable rights, less tribute, and setting a time limit; everything was done openly and aboveboard, with no intention of breaking faith.

From beginning to end, the Xuanhu King watched coldly.

Watching to the end, he still did not see any strong cultivator of the Immortal Sect arrive; with a sigh of regret, he turned and left.

At this point, all the scenes settled into dust.

"Fellow Daoist, what fine spirits you have—watching the show from start to finish…"

Jiang Ding released his hand and said coldly.

"Ha ha!"

"Sir, how overbearing."

The Xuanhu King awoke from the intense pain, gave a bitter laugh, and did not dare to curse or vent his resentment—because he still had his kin—so he merely said, unwilling: "Within the realms, strong races emerge without end, and prodigies are without number. If in the future you, sir, encounter a fate like mine, please recall the karma of today."

"As I am now, so shall you be!"

"If such a day comes, I will."

Jiang Ding's hand slowly rested on the sword hilt as he said coldly: "If the Immortal Sect truly encounters an opponent it cannot resist, we will find a way to flee; if we cannot flee, then we submit—that is the cold cruelty of the realms."

"But we would absolutely never, while the strong race's strength remains undiminished, eagerly leap out to pluck the fruits of the strong race's victory."

"Fellow Daoist Xuanhu, what say you?"

"……"

The Xuanhu King was stunned.

Then, a look of bleak misery crossed his face.

"Indeed it is so."

"Many thanks for your instruction, sir."

The Xuanhu King bowed in salute.

Clang!

A sword light bloomed, flickered, and vanished.

A bloodline appeared on the Xuanhu King's neck, rapidly

widening; then his Shanfeng-like tiger head rolled with a gurgle to the earth, a blood fountain spouting dozens of zhang high, and his tiger body—hard as ten-thousand-times refined spirit gold—toppled backward.

The king of this tiger clan was thus dead.

"Attack."

Jiang Ding returned his sword to its sheath, pointing at Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie: "This world still has over ten million Magma Rock Clan members. Go and execute to death every Magma Rock Clan member who directly or indirectly participated in the citizen massacre; execute to death every slave-race member who directly or indirectly participated in the citizen massacre; execute to death every slave-race member who resists the Immortal Sect's will."

Execute, execute, execute.

This term kept appearing, causing a faint tremor of dread to rise in the hearts of many Minor Thousand Worlds cultivators; this gentle teacher had shown terrifying bloodshed when citizens were slaughtered.

"Establish the Immortal Sect's order upon the earth."

"Bring all Jin Dan cultivators willing to pledge allegiance to me."

"Yes, Deputy Commander!"

Hundreds of thousands of Minor Thousand Worlds cultivators bowed in solemn obedience, their voices shaking the Star River space.

Then, they departed without delay, not wasting a single moment; under the watch of Soul Transformation cultivators, countless second- and third-tier Immortal Sect fleets pierced the barrier of the Minor Thousand Worlds and stormed into the Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie to launch their landing assault.

Among these landing cultivators, only those of Jin Dan rank and below were permitted—this was determined by the Minor Thousand Worlds' consciousness.

All external beings of Nascent Soul rank and above were repelled, rendered severely weakened, unable to carry out landing operations; all attacks directed at native Jin Dan and below beings were deflected.

Likewise, the Minor Thousand Worlds' consciousness would not protect native Nascent Soul or higher cultivators.

This was precisely why Jiang Ding and many Soul Transformation cultivators could attack the inhabitants of the Minor Thousand Worlds.

Low-rank cultivators not near higher-rank ones would not be endangered by collateral attacks; only by executing the landing assault could the Minor Thousand Worlds be fully purged and occupied.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of Immortal Sect conscripted fleets descended upon the Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie.

At the same time, within the Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie, all non-Mo Yan Clan slave-clan Nascent Soul cultivators flew reverently outward from the world, arriving before the Immortal Sect cultivators and paying full homage.