Chapter 1216: Suppressing Eleven Realms

Jiang Ding carefully examined the bodies and divine souls of more than twenty thousand Immortal Gate citizens, discovering that they had merely been sealed for a very long period and had not died, and that some citizens bore traces of having their lifespans forcibly extended by external heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Some lifespan-extending heavenly materials and earthly treasures of the Foundation Establishment and Jin Dan ranks were not too difficult for the lord of a world to obtain.

Coupled with Soul Transformation-rank sealing methods, the passage of lifespan was partially slowed, so the citizens were generally still in a healthy state.

"You two, not bad at all…"

Jiang Ding said joyfully.

This was the happiest he had been since setting out on campaign.

However, this absolutely did not mean a clean slate.

He was not the sort to have masochistic tendencies, letting Immortal Gate citizens get beaten, waiting until they despaired before giving them hope, only to have them thank their abusers in return.

"Canghai Tianjun…"

Many cultivators of the Minor Thousand Worlds, seeing this scene, were moved in their hearts.

An invincible commander, an invincible Canghai Tianjun, upon seeing some Foundation Establishment and Jin Dan cultivators intact, actually displayed heartfelt joy.

This made them yearn greatly for the identity of 'Immortal Gate citizen.'

Although this ideal seemed to be a moon in a mirror, a flower in water.

"Open your divine souls, you two."

Jiang Ding's smile abruptly faded, and he said lightly.

There was no threat, just words like casual small talk, yet the two Minor Thousand Worlds Canghai Tianjun felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

They did not dare delay this command in the slightest, immediately opening their divine souls, allowing the foreign divine sense to enter and flip through all the information within like pages of a book.

The two Canghai Tianjun's heads ached faintly, their bodies trembling.

After several breaths.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

He pondered for a moment, flicked his fingers, and two sword qi shot out, silently tearing through space, cleaving order.

"Not good!"

Bone Blaze Canghai Tianjun and Soft Stream Canghai Tianjun were greatly horrified.

They instinctively tried to channel their magic power to resist, but it was utterly useless; they were sent flying dozens of kilometers by the two light, drifting sword qi, crashing heavily onto the ground, vomiting blood incessantly, their auras withering, even fragments of liver spraying from their mouths.

Yet both felt a surge of wild joy in their hearts.

"Fellow Daoists,"

"Being indecisive, hedging your bets—this is not permitted under Immortal Gate law."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "Considering the current critical battlefield situation and the urgent need for personnel, this Canghai Tianjun gives you two the chance to atone for your crimes through meritorious service. If your performance is good, past crimes can be wiped clean; if you earn even more merit, there will be corresponding battle merit rewards."

"Is this understood?"

"Many thanks to Great Sun Canghai Tianjun for his mercy!"

Soft Stream Canghai Tianjun and the other struggled to rise, bowed deeply, their hearts filled with gratitude.

This gratitude came not only from strength, but from the heart.

If any Nascent Soul cultivator among their subordinates had committed an act of betrayal, death would be the most likely outcome—not any talk of meritorious service or mercy, which would all be useless.

Of course, this was under the condition that the other party was strong enough.

If the other party's strength remained this overwhelming, the gratitude of the two would persist, absolutely never turning sour.

"Go, go cooperate with the Immortal Gate fleet's takeover work, and conscript a new army."

Jiang Ding waved his hand, dismissing the two.

Among this, divine soul prohibitions were naturally also planted; he would not trust the two's moral character—their past equivocating experiences had already proven that such a thing simply did not exist in them.

Finally, Jiang Ding's gaze fell upon the remaining seven Minor Thousand Worlds envoys.

Their eloquent promises, their words of offering up countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, came to a halt.

Their faces were deathly pale, anticipating some extremely cruel outcome, a dim, lightless future for their race, cold and without light.

"You lot, go back as well."

Jiang Ding would not kill envoys before the battle, he said lightly: "Tell your kings to wait for death, or meet us in battle, or flee—but I guarantee, they will all die."

"Canghai Tianjun…"

Many envoys showed bitter expressions.

But they saw the blue-robed youth in the radiance wave his hand, the surrounding space reversed, and the seven envoys of the Minor Thousand Worlds ruling races' vision blurred; looking around again, they were already in a pitch-black, deathly silent starry sky.

The seven exchanged glances, each able to see the other's ash-gray face.

After that, these envoys said nothing further, gathered their delegations, and staggered off flying toward their own Minor Thousand Worlds.

……

Several months later.

When the envoys of these seven worlds returned to their races and bitterly reported the results of their journey, several envoys, without waiting for others to reproach them, took their own lives in despair, unwilling to face the terrible ending that was to come.

They wanted to die in the glorious, flourishing prime of their race.

"Alliance army!"

"We must form an alliance army!"

A king with blood-red eyes roared.

"Go seek Shadow Demon Abyss, go seek Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace, go seek Wuxingtian Sect…we no longer need any conditions, we are willing to unconditionally become their vassals, their slaves!"

"Is the Demon Sect truly invincible?"

Another king, full of killing intent, said.

Many kings mustered great armies, bristling with murderous aura, allied with the surrounding Minor Thousand Worlds kings, determined to fight to the death, unwilling to sit and wait for doom.

At the same time, even more kings left behind a shell to deceive their clans, while themselves silently fleeing toward the distant

They flew into the starry sky, completely abandoning their illustrious Laozu Sect status, seeking only to survive.

Clang!

After these fleeing monarchs had put a certain distance between themselves and their own worlds, they all saw together a flying sword radiating brilliant light, emanating a heavy, chaotic aura, as boundless destructive might pressed down upon their divine souls.

Silently warning them.

Retreat, or die?

All the fleeing monarchs chose to retreat.

They had no courage to face that terrifying sword-light, and even subconsciously dared not speculate whether it was real or false. Trembling all over, they retreated back to their clans, facing the cold, mocking gazes of many of their clansmen.

These fleeing monarchs fell silent.

……

Ten years later.

The General Staff Headquarters of the Second Expeditionary Army informed Jiang Ding of a piece of news.

"Deputy Commander!"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun saluted: "The eleven Minor Thousand Worlds of the Blazing Stone Star Region have been recovered. All Hua Shen cultivators who committed capital crimes, and all cultivators who directly or indirectly participated in the slaughter of citizens, are dead. This star region has now been thoroughly brought under our control."

"We currently possess a total of twelve Star-Summoning Army Groups, all of which have strength at Hua Shen Zhong Qi or above. The higher the ranking of a Star-Summoning Army Group, the stronger it is."

"Regarding political work, the achievements of the Ideological and Moral Education Department under Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun have been tremendous. The resistant and hostile sentiment toward the Immortal Gates within the army has now largely dissipated, replaced by feelings of longing and respect."

This kind of miracle was partly due to Huateng's outstanding talent in political work.

More importantly, however, it was profit.

The original ruling species of these Minor Thousand Worlds had mostly been wiped out. The current Nascent Soul, Jin Dan, and Foundation Establishment cultivators of the myriad races were originally slaves among slaves.

Although they remained subordinate forces of the Immortal Gates, one layer had been removed, and their racial status had in fact been greatly elevated. Not to mention that the war and military merits had brought many myriad-race cultivators even greater benefits.

With all these conditions combined, winning the goodwill of the myriad-race cultivators was not difficult.