Chapter 1266: Sun-Slaying Canghai Tianjun: Those Who Disrupt My Immortal Sect Shall Be the Great Sun Itself

This Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie Red River Rabbit Town is absolutely not a barbaric tribe, but a part of a civilization, a part of modern civilization, the tail end of the vast Immortal Dao industrial system of the realm.

Jiang Ding's gaze slowly swept across the entire Red River Rabbit Town.

There were the poorest rabbit demons, who could only survive by eating large amounts of wild weeds, and could only obtain a little sub-grade spiritual grass as payment by doing odd jobs for other rabbits.

There was a reason for this.

He was very stupid, unable to master the first-tier Frost Spiritual Grass planting skill.

There were also other rabbits as poor as he was, for reasons such as falling ill themselves, their clansmen falling ill, or failing to Break Through Realm, going astray in cultivation, or being addicted to gambling, being lecherous, or having their planted spiritual grass suffer natural or man-made disasters, and so on.

Being lecherous did not mean brothels — the Immortal Sect forbade that.

This was because, trapped by physiological instinct, he had poured too many resources into courting, to the point of destitution.

These demon cultivators fallen into poverty made up about twenty percent of the entire Red River Rabbit Town; the rest were mostly able to live normally and cultivate slowly.

Life was just like this, utterly unremarkable.

The law enforcement office of Red River Town had nine people; the highest in cultivation and rank was a Tiger Race cultivator at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, Hu Dali, whose ideological and moral character score was much worse, only ninety-six points.

Still, it was a passing grade.

This was the basic requirement.

Demon cultivators whose ideological and moral character failed to pass, no matter how talented or extraordinarily gifted, could not become any public official in the Immortal Sect's Minor Thousand Worlds.

Even if they performed military service, they could not hold any officer position.

Even the various private companies among the myriad races were extremely cautious about cultivators whose ideological and moral character failed to pass; unless absolutely necessary, they would certainly not let them hold any management position.

This was a typical small town in an Immortal Sect Minor Thousand World.

Unlike the rough-and-ready style of the Horn Demon Imperial Race and Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, the Immortal Sect's ruling tentacles reached into every corner, tirelessly — even the lowest small town had all kinds of Immortal Sect institutions, calculated to the extreme.

At the same time, this management method also brought extremely rich returns to the Immortal Sect.

Compared to a thousand years ago, Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie's annual output had increased by five hundred and twenty-seven percent; year after year, endless resources were supplied to the mother star and the front lines, laying a solid material foundation for victory in this thousand-year war.

"This is the righteous path."

"For the myriad races and demon cultivators of the Minor Thousand Worlds, it is also a tremendous benefit."

Jiang Ding murmured.

Society was stable; although work was hard — twelve hours a day, one day off per week, normal holidays — diligent households had a surplus every year, which could be used for cultivation to improve themselves; if one's aptitude was extremely good, one might not be unable to advance to a higher realm.

In addition, channels for advancement were provided.

Those with excellent ideological and moral character and outstanding aptitude could become management personnel at various levels of the Immortal Sect's Minor Thousand Worlds; advancing to Foundation Establishment, Jin Dan, or Nascent Soul was all very possible, and there was even a slim chance of becoming a King.

Like this, was it not better than the Horn Demon Imperial Race era of constant blood sacrifices, massacres, and soul extraction and refinement?

Moreover, if these Rabbit Race, Tiger Race, and Ox Race were left to breed and develop independently on their own, would they not still constantly slaughter each other, enslave their own kind, and have noble lineages wantonly oppress and slaughter their own kind?

It was not as if the mere words "same race" meant added love and mutual care and help.

This was an indisputable fact.

The Immortal Sect brought peace and happiness to the cultivators of the myriad races; it was the radiance of humanity within the realm.

Naturally, there were also cultivators of the myriad races who did not acknowledge these things.

Intelligent beings were always insatiable; some Minor Thousand World beings saw the huge gap between citizens and the myriad races, and harbored resentment, or those with extremely poor ideological and moral character but outstanding aptitude conceived ideas of subverting the Immortal Sect's order, and took action.

For these, only destruction and death were their destination.

The hegemonic power of the realm possessed not only mercy and magnanimity, but also the wrath of Lei Ting.

Jiang Ding's gaze left Red River Rabbit Town and looked toward the broader heavens and earth, and the beings within them, and the modernized Immortal cultivation cities one after another.

His gaze fell on a city of bone-white color.

Black Earth Bone City.

This was a modernized city, with high-rise buildings rising and falling; Ox Demons, Tiger Demons, and Skeletal Blood Vine Demons in suits and leather shoes came and went from various office buildings, holding phones and discussing commercial trade matters.

Various factories were distributed around the city.

Spiritual plant processing factories, ore processing factories, talisman processing factories, spirit beast flesh and blood processing factories… and so on; the Immortal Sect had fully delegated low- and mid-level Immortal Dao industries to the Minor Thousand Worlds.

These factories with no technical content placed in the Minor Thousand Worlds were even cheaper than using automated array spirit production lines on the mother star — far cheaper, in fact.

The workers and management of Immortal Dao factories had relatively high requirements.

This was precisely the reason the Immortal Sect established Immortal Dao vocational and technical universities in every Minor Thousand World, delegating many technical inheritances to allow Minor Thousand World cultivators to unleash higher productivity.

Of course, everything had its limits.

Restricted only to mid- and low-end industries.

No high-end industry was allowed to leak out, nor was anyone allowed to upgrade themselves; outside the mother star and the Nine Spirit Realm, technological blockades existed at every moment.

Once any citizen or Minor Thousand World cultivator violated the prohibition, the central array spirit computer would issue an alarm, and a terrifying destructive strike like heavenly punishment would arrive in an instant.

Even citizens could die under such charges!

Immortal Dao industrial cities similar to Black Earth Bone City were distributed throughout Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie, providing the Immortal Sect with vast wealth year after year; the benefits reached down to mortals and up to Void Refining True Reverents, benefiting every citizen.

"Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun said,"

"This carries considerable hidden dangers, enormous hidden dangers; the opposition was extreme, cursing me as a little brat who only cared about immediate interests, short-sighted, far too myopic."

Jiang Ding recalled some unpleasant arguments and sighed inwardly.

"This is fact."

"The vast numbers of myriad race cultivators, trillions of myriad race cultivators, have now mastered mid- and low-end Immortal Dao industrial technology and industrial organization, and have formed a 'myriad race Immortal Dao worker group.'"

"If the Immortal Sect experienced a great decline in power, this would become a destructive force."

"At that time, no myriad race cultivator would remember that the Immortal Sect had rescued them from the bloody terror of the Horn Demon Imperial Race, from a hell of constant slaughter and soul extraction and refinement; no myriad race cultivator would remember that without the Immortal Sect, they would have fallen into internal terrifying racial vendettas and cruel oppression within their own race."

"No one would remember the past."

"They would only remember the Immortal Sect's evils — this is the nature of intelligent beings."

"However, is this a reason to give up?"

Jiang Ding thought coldly in his heart: "Five times, nearly six times the revenue of the Minor Thousand Worlds—equivalent to the number of Minor Thousand Worlds in the Immortal Gate instantly multiplying by five!"

"The wealth of all citizens has multiplied by five! It has surged fivefold!"

"Who could give up?"

"No one can!"

"A massive vested interest group has already formed within the Immortal Gate, benefiting everyone; Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun cannot persuade anyone to abandon this national policy."