Chapter 1211: The Troops of the Jiao Jiao Mingyu Second Expedition Army Group Are Being Finalized

Jiang Ding gazed at the several hundred Nascent Soul cultivators kneeling before him.

Some were of the Tiger Race, some of the Vine Demon Race, some of the Human Race, some of the Stone Race… all manner of races, every kind imaginable — all that the Mo Yan Race, the former rulers of this Minor Thousand World, had required, serving in various roles of production, attendance, and the like, or simply as food.

Some were older Nascent Soul cultivators who had lived through the era of the Immortal Gate.

Some were Nascent Soul cultivators born in recent years.

The older Nascent Soul cultivators should have had prohibitions branded into their soul-spirit — traces left behind when the Immortal Gate's great army swept through back then. It was impossible to act on empty words and let these Minor Thousand World slave races move about freely, relying solely on their own self-awareness and morality.

Of course, the Immortal Gate's prohibitions only stipulated that as long as one did not trigger violations of the relevant laws, they would not activate.

Immortal Gate citizens could not bully Minor Thousand World cultivators as casually as members of the Jiao Mo Imperial Race.

Immortal Gate citizens were bound by their own laws. Even figures like the Great Sun Canghai Tianjun and the Sun-Slaying Canghai Tianjun had to spend time in the clink from time to time. Ordinary Immortal Gate citizens wanting to act arrogant and domineering, ruling over a kingdom in a Minor Thousand World with a host of powerful cultivators at their beck and call, casually killing servants — such things were absolutely impossible.

The soul-spirit prohibitions should have existed, yet they did not.

"Everyone, where are the prohibitions in your soul-spirits?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Canghai Tianjun…"

The many Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun trembled, their bodies going cold, unable to even finish their words.

"Open your soul-spirits. I need to examine them."

Jiang Ding lost interest in communicating with them and said flatly.

"Yes!"

"Canghai Tianjun!"

The many Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, having witnessed kings die one after another, did not dare refuse in the slightest.

Jiang Ding's vast divine sense unfurled, enveloping the soul-spirits of several hundred Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and began a relatively gentle soul-search. With their active cooperation, the damage caused was very slight.

Scene after scene appeared within Jiang Ding's Sea of Consciousness.

The information transmitted each second was enough to burst a Jin Dan cultivator, but for him it was no more than a breeze brushing his face, and he quickly completed the gathering and sorting of information.

"Did cultivators from Shadow Demon Abyss break the Immortal Gate's prohibitions?"

Jiang Ding furrowed his brow.

Soul-spirit prohibitions could naturally be imposed and naturally be lifted — especially by a sect like the Badaxian Sect, which was well-versed in soul-spirit prohibitions for servants. They had deep accumulated foundations in this area.

Compared to them, the Immortal Gate fell far short.

Merely a few thousand years ago, among the many Minor Thousand Worlds ruled by the Immortal Gate, the number of native Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun was fewer than ten. Having deliberately sealed off the relevant inheritance, and having little need for the path of soul-spirit prohibitions, naturally they would not invest massive manpower and resources into researching it. The Immortal Gate had always been quite poor — resources could not be wasted.

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"Those who directly or indirectly participated in the slaughter of citizens must die."

Jiang Ding tapped his finger lightly.

Bang!

Bang, bang!

The sound of skulls bursting rang on without end. One after another, the slave-race Nascent Soul cultivators collapsed without a sound. In accordance with the requirements of Immortal Gate law, several dozen Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun had their soul-spirits utterly destroyed.

These Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, as servants of the Mo Yan Race, had been accomplices in the slaughter of citizens.

Forget any talk of them merely following orders, merely being weapons. A crime like the slaughter of citizens demanded a price even for the slightest involvement.

The remaining Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun shuddered, not daring to make a single sound.

"That is all."

"Fellow Daoists who remain,"

Jiang Ding put a period on this expedition: "are naturally innocent, are meritorious contributors to the Immortal Gate, and all deserve reward. I hope all of you will work together with one heart to build Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie well. The Immortal Gate is watching, and will not overlook your meritorious deeds. When the Boundary-Setting Formation is established in due time, all of your contributions will be recorded."

Too much killing had been done. From here on, a policy of gentleness would be adopted.

"Canghai Tianjun is merciful!"

"Thank Canghai Tianjun for your great kindness and virtue…"

The many Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun kowtowed, each one with hot tears in their eyes. Having escaped from a great calamity of life and death, their bodies relaxed, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"The Immortal Gate's policies, Fellow Daoists, you all know."

"They are not harsh. So long as you abide by Immortal Gate law, nothing will happen. Fellow Daoists may cultivate and produce in peace."

Jiang Ding said with a smile.

His vast divine sense unfurled, transforming into brand after brand of divine-sense prohibitions that fell into the soul-spirits of these Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun. They were the standard Immortal Gate soul-spirit prohibitions for Minor Thousand World cultivators, partially improved, with some of his Six Paths Order imprints added on top — making them far more difficult to break.

This was as it should be.

The Immortal Gate had never fully trusted human nature and morality, whether internally or externally.

These Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun kowtowed repeatedly, then flew into Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie and began cooperating with the Immortal Gate's conscripted legions to purge all remaining Mo Yan Race elements within the realm.

Those criminals who deserved death were killed; those who deserved imprisonment and reform through labor were imprisoned and reformed. Every living being in the entire world had to be cleansed, ensuring that all who had participated in the slaughter of citizens paid the price.

In addition, there were matters such as formation construction, restoration of production, and teleportation array construction.

All matters were completed.

It took over a year.

And that was only the initial completion. Many things had merely been started — for instance, the formations only included the ultra-long-range teleportation array; the related protective formations and restoration formations were still under construction.

"Next, we must divide our forces."

Jiang Ding thought calmly.

He looked ahead.

Before him.

Over three million ships of the Nine Spirit Domain conscripted fleet stood silently in the starry sky. Beside them was the Jiao Jiao Mingyu Second Expedition Army Group's Second Star-Sky Conscripted Army Cluster — abbreviated as the Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie Star-Sky Army Cluster — which had undergone preliminary training for several months.

Compared to the disciplined and solemn military might of the Nine Spirit Domain conscripted legion beside them, the fleet of the Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie Star-Sky Army Cluster was crooked and askew, its formations broken and fragmented; called an army, it was in reality just a mob of cultivators gathered together, like loose cultivators brawling—utterly without organization or discipline.

Although dozens of Nascent Soul and Jin Dan cultivators from the Immortal Sects served as high-ranking officers among them, shouting orders in succession, it seemed to be of no avail.

"Vice Marshal,"

The commander of the Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie Starry Sky Army Group, a cultivator at the early Nascent Soul stage, said with extreme shame: "I am incompetent; I cannot make them form even the most basic military formation."

For the cultivators of the Immortal Sects—a domain-dominating power that rose through military formations, where everyone was a formation master—such a "military formation" was simply an insult!

"It matters not. There is no time; we shall train while marching."

"This is not your fault."

Jiang Ding was extremely patient, teaching Dundun Sect-style: "Never underestimate the cultivators of the Minor Thousand Worlds. Although they lack our superior Immortal Dao education, they are outstanding figures who fought their way up; their talent and comprehension are not bad. As long as one is patient in teaching, they can still learn."

"Then, through continuous campaigns and slaughter, constantly replenishing the ranks, one will eventually lead out a powerful army."

"Yes, Vice Marshal!"

The commander of the Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie Starry Sky Army Group saluted.

A total of two million troops were conscripted from Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie; half garrisoned the Minor Thousand Worlds, while the other half followed the Immortal Sect's main force to campaign in all directions, rotating once every ten years.

Each time a rebellion in a region was suppressed, new conscripted legions from the Minor Thousand Worlds would be raised and armed with Immortal Sect equipment, repeating this cycle endlessly.

Rolling up like a snowball, the number of legionaries surged continuously. The Immortal Sect's Second Wing, the Jiao Jiao Mingyu Expeditionary Army, would rapidly fill out all organizational structures, truly forming a massive Starry Sky Army, no longer just an empty establishment, firmly guarding the Immortal Sect's rear supply lines.