Chapter 1593: Hundreds of Millions of Mountain Peaks Puppet Grand Array

This stretch of earth split open.

The Thread-Pulling Celestial was forcibly severed of one arm, and layers of lava surged forth, drowning him.

This was surface lava from the Upper Realm, hot enough to melt Soul Transformation cultivators; he was blasted even deeper, drawing close to the planet's core, where terrifying core azure flames spilled out and burned him black all over.

"Ten Thousand Mountain Puppets!"

From deep within the lava came the Thread-Pulling Celestial's voice of furious rage.

Boom!

Boom boom!

Jiang Ding looked back in all four directions.

With a single sword he cleaved apart the web of puppet destiny laws; the many strands of that web had originally been deeply rooted in the earth of the several realms, and now, brutally hacked free by him, the web caved inward toward its center, instantly stirring countless mountain peaks into agitation.

These mountain peaks, dragged along by force by the puppet destiny threads, charged toward the battlefield over here.

These Upper Realm peaks varied in size — the small ones only a few hundred meters tall, while large ones of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of meters were common; all were famed mountains and great rivers of the several realms, places where spiritual veins and spiritual essence gathered thickly, who knew how many scholars and poets, how many Immortal Dao powerhouses, had been born there since ancient times, and how many living beings' thoughts had been entrusted to them.

Moreover, on many of these peaks there still dwelled numerous Void Refinement sects, Soul Transformation clans, and Nascent Soul schools — all of these powers belonged to the Immortal Weapon Sect, administered a region under its rule, and ceaselessly paid up blood-and-flesh puppet raw materials, spirit medicines, and heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

But at this moment, with a single thought from the celestial, they together with their own sects were ripped out by force and sent flying toward this battlefield.

"Ancestor…"

"Spare me, spare me…"

Some of these power-holders, who had countless ties to the Immortal Weapon Sect, realized what was happening and pleaded without cease.

These pleas swiftly turned into shrill, wretched howls.

Countless tentacles and countless threads sprouted from the mountain peaks, and like an execution they sliced every living being upon them into the finest blood-mist; the blood of hundreds of thousands, millions of cultivators rained down upon the peaks, gathered into streams, flowed down from the peaks, and formed vein-like channels one after another.

"Roar…"

Within that vast, desolate sound, fierce spirits were born from the mountain peaks.

"Roar!"

"Roar roar roar!"

One peak after another grew arms, limbs, heads — granite was their faces, forests and grasslands their skin, lakes their pupils, streams their sinews and bones, soil their flesh and blood…

One towering mountain-peak giant puppet after another appeared between heaven and earth!

Their eyes blood-red, they roared and formed a great array of ten-thousand-fold mountain-and-water puppets, charging shoulder to shoulder toward the blue-robed youth.

"Kill!"

Hundreds of millions of mountain-peak giants roared and threw a punch together.

Heaven and earth suddenly froze.

A terrifying force was born between heaven and earth, forming a

A star-like rocky giant arm, its fist tightly clenched, descended from the sky with ultimate force; the power reached its peak, shackling space and trapping the living beings within—like amber, they could only watch helplessly as the fist fell.

Ten Thousand Mountain Puppets!

This was the Thread-Pulling Celestial's art — using the celestial's hundreds of millions of mountain peaks as puppets!

"Haha!"

"Worthy of a celestial senior, indeed!"

Jiang Ding laughed wildly.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation revolved around him; amid his delight, the Six Paths turned, the divine splendor of the sun condensed, and amid rumbling operation a hazy, resplendent sword-light was slashed forth.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation belonged to him!

This was not a sword stroke unleashed at the absolute limit, but a conventional one—the Six Paths of Reincarnation had reached their peak in offense, gathering everything together to form a sword-light of destruction.

The instant this hazy sword-light left its sheath, the frozen heaven and earth were torn apart, impossible to hinder.

The sword edge, bearing the vastness of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, cut against the tide toward the star-like rocky giant arm in the sky; amid thunderous roars, it forcibly blasted it back tens of thousands of kilometers, leaving deep gouges across the arm as the rock shattered to reveal the puppet-destiny laws within like sinews and bones—and even those laws were severed beneath the sword.

"Weak!"

"So weak!"

"You cur — already gravely wounded, how dare you appear before me?"

Jiang Ding roared.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation revolved around him, gathering all the light of heaven to slash out sword stroke after sword stroke; each stroke was a masterwork of the Six Paths structure upon the Dao of the Sword, each stroke the pinnacle Immortal Dao achievement of the Immortal Gate's exploration of Immortal arts and the formation of its own embryonic Immortal techniques, slashing the Five Phases of heaven and earth into extinction.

Boom!

Rumble!

The youth within the sun and reincarnation waged a death-grinding slaughter against the hundreds of millions of mountain puppets.

The hundreds of millions of mountain puppets formed a mysterious great array, drawing on the endless power of heaven and earth, charging again and again like primordial spirits of old — yet they were blocked by the hazy Six Paths sun sword-light; each sword-stroke that fell would forcibly blast their great array back head-on, and even though the ten-thousand-fold mountain great array stretched on for hundreds of thousands of kilometers, it was shaken without cease.

Countless low peaks, beneath such terrifying force, were ground to dust, their spiritual essence utterly extinguished, unable to bear the aftershocks.

This battlefield became a stretch of yellow sand where all life was extinguished!

Peak after peak, beneath the sword, became lifeless gravel that drifted down in clouds, layer upon layer upon layer upon layer upon the earth, covering the once-emerald land and permanently altering this Upper Realm domain.

Within the yellow sand, one towering peak after another trudged with heavy steps, roaring as they charged furiously at the blue-robed youth — yet their strength grew ever weaker, and soon they neared their limit.

The steps of one towering mountain-peak puppet after another teetered on the brink of collapse, yet still they charged.

"Nothing more than this."

"This sovereign has yet to be fully satisfied…"

Within the solar divine halo, Jiang Ding slashed out his final sword-stroke.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation gathered the power of heaven and earth, all of it pouring into his sword, forming a formless, intangible hazy sword-light that in an instant pierced through every obstruction of the ten-thousand-fold mountain great array and imprinted itself into the brows of every towering mountain-peak puppet.

Every mountain-peak puppet's body stiffened.

Then, the spiritual light of the lake-formed pupils dimmed, becoming flowing water that scattered upon the earth; the sinew-and-bone mineral-rock collapsed, forming mountain peaks; the flesh-and-blood soil scattered in all directions, forming patches of oasis; only the remaining forests and grasslands were distributed among the oases...

In this realm of endless yellow sand, oases had formed naturally one after another, rich with spiritual energy, flowing water, spiritual plants and spiritual veins all present, like scattered emerald pearls distributed across the four directions, bringing the only remaining vitality to this dead, silent realm of yellow sand.

All of this had formed so naturally, without any interference from anyone.

A miracle of nature, breathtaking to behold.

Clang!

From within reincarnation and the sun, Jiang Ding once again unleashed a sword.

One sword tore open heaven and earth, slashing through the puppet's web of fate and rules, blasting out one of the refined cultivators who had been hiding and fleeing, sending him crashing deep into the earth once more; his once-perfect body now bore crack after crack like a wooden puppet, no longer perfectly natural.

"You! Don't—run!"

"You still have power remaining, quite a lot of it in fact—face this lord in a fight to the death…"

Jiang Ding's gaze burned blood-red, somewhat furious: "The supreme glory of slaying a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Child is right before me! The brilliance of leaving my name for ten thousand ages in the annals of history is right before my eyes!"

"You don't have to die yet—why run?"

"Is this because you look down on this lord?!"