Chapter 486: General General Heishi's Khanate

Cluster Heavy Cannon Bombardment of Cultivators, Main Text Volume 518, Chapter: General General Heishi's Khanate. The wind howled, sweeping patches of grassland past his feet.

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense in all directions, continuously collecting and recording the various landscapes, languages, and customs of the Northern Plains, cross-referencing and verifying them against the memories of Tian Kuang Daoist, Lady Thousand Serpents, and others.

On the grassland, tribes and yurts appeared from time to time, with people driving cattle and sheep, moving according to the water and grass.

Occasionally, a small hill could be seen on the horizon.

This was often a strategic location that surrounding tribes would fight for at the cost of life and limb; the timber on the hill could serve as fuel, as the frame for yurts, for making bows and arrows, and the bark could be made into ropes... its uses were endless, a matter of life and death.

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense and discovered that these small hills standing abruptly in the grassland seemed to have the effect of gathering spiritual energy; the concentration of spiritual energy was slightly higher than elsewhere, so the plants and animals within grew better.

This natural phenomenon of gathering spiritual energy could potentially give birth to a spiritual vein.

Not rushing to travel, after silently journeying across the sky for over ten days, a bulge appeared on the earth again, and a magnificent mountain city emerged on the horizon.

It was built entirely of massive stones, rugged and towering, over thirty meters high, almost exceeding the limits of ordinary human capability.

It stood abruptly upon the grassland.

Heishan Holy City!

This was the holy land in the hearts of all herdsmen, priests, and warriors across the vast surrounding grasslands; it was passed down by word of mouth, and even in death, one would pray in this direction, beseeching the Eternal Heaven for wealth in the next life.

Surrounding the Holy City, various fields were densely packed, planting crops such as wheat and millet; the soil fertility was sufficient, restoring part of the farming production method, and the growth was vigorous, inconsistent with the barren grassland.

"A second-tier, lower-grade spiritual vein..."

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense and discovered the root of all this.

"There are a few Foundation Establishment cultivators who actually did not flee but remain in their stronghold; it seems what Han Lin said about the Zhengmo Alliance's defeat is not true."

"Hah!"

"Brother Heng, today we shall not stop until we are drunk!"

In the most magnificent palace of the royal palace, the current Black Ta Khan carefully kept them company and offered wine, but he was not strong in wine; after drinking a little, his face turned red, he swayed unsteadily, and he had an implicit urge to vomit.

"You may leave."

A Foundation Establishment cultivator with a muscular chest frowned, swept his sleeve, and flung him out, leaving only a hall full of beauties gathered from all corners of the grassland, and two other Foundation Establishment cultivators drinking together.

"It is the Little Khan's fault."

The Black Ta Khan kept apologizing with a smile, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and stepped back step by step facing the great hall; only after a long while did he turn and leave.

The sounds of flutes, drums, and music in the great hall, and the laughter of beauties, continued; from time to time, coquettish laughter and panting sounds came through.

After a long while, the panting sounds calmed down a bit.

"Brother Heng, although this Khan is a mortal, he is of the main lineage; will there be any trouble if we treat him so disrespectfully?"

A man with a pale face and no beard pushed away several beauties lying on him and said with some worry.

"Even if he is of the main lineage, he is just a mortal; no one will care about him."

Before the muscular Foundation Establishment cultivator could answer, another thin and small cultivator disagreed, revealing a faint, barely perceptible cold smile: "Furthermore, the Dari Sect will attack at some unknown time; we will all die. What meaning is there in talking about main lineage or collateral lineage?"

"Main lineage, hehe."

"Do not speak of such things."

The pale-faced, beardless cultivator frowned, manipulated a spell, and ant-like runes flew out from his hand, falling into the foreheads of the beauties around him.

Some were confused, while others were greatly terrified, realizing something.

"Let us drink!"

"Our path is already like this; there is no hope for Jin Dan. Why think about these things?"

The man known as Brother Heng did not answer the two; he just gulped down wine in large mouthfuls, embraced several beauties around him, and provoked screams.

Suddenly, inside the palace, the three Foundation Establishment cultivators and many beauties stiffened, their eyes vacant.

After a few breaths, they returned to normal.

The panting sounds and coquettish laughter continued unabated, resuming their drunken, dreamlike existence.

"Location of the Beast Spirit Tushan Xiancheng confirmed."

"Those three know very little."

Jiang Ding flipped through the memories in the souls of three collateral General Heishi members: "In their minds, this war has been going on for nearly two hundred years; from time to time, cultivators from the Dari Sect sneak in to destroy and kill; the Foundation Establishment cultivators guarding Heishan Holy City die every few years."

"In recent years, there has been no difference."

"The level is too low; even if some major change occurred, they would not know."

After traveling for another five or six days, the concentration of spiritual energy in the surrounding heaven and earth suddenly rose, and cultivators began to appear; Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators were encountered from time to time.

The security was quite chaotic.

Ambushes, ambushes, killing to seize treasures—these happened frequently; internal strife among scattered cultivators, conflicts between large and small families, and struggles between collateral and main General Heishi lineages; revealing one's identity no longer worked; the war had lasted too long, and all aspects showed signs of collapse and loss of control.

Barren spiritual fields and spiritual tree gardens were seen from time to time; the grassroots production of the Cultivation World was nearly stagnant.

At this time, farming was just making a wedding dress for others, turning oneself into fat sheep in the eyes of many bandit cultivators; any single duel affecting the area would cause all efforts to go up in smoke.

Strife, death.

Flesh and blood, and souls, were collected into Mo Dao Fa treasures, wasting nothing.

Jiang Ding silently watched all this, concealing his form.

If no one saw him and no one interacted with him, no cause and effect or trouble would arise; he was just a passerby.

After another seven or eight days, the spiritual energy concentration in the surrounding heaven and earth rose another level, barely reaching the appearance of a micro spiritual vein; every place was like this.

"This spiritual energy concentration..."

Jiang Ding calculated: "If the General Heishi do not possess the means to span vast territories and regulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like a cultivation sect, then at various spiritual vein nodes, there should be many second and third-tier spiritual veins; the probability of a fourth-tier spiritual vein existing is very high."

"Give me three or four days, and I should be able to calculate the locations where a fourth-tier spiritual vein might exist."

"Of course, there is no need for such trouble; one can simply ask people."

Three or four days later, Jin Dan cultivators began appearing in the surroundings from time to time.

Along the way, they had encountered five or six third-grade spirit veins, an extremely high density.

The order, which had been chaotic to the point of collapse, began to recover in this vicinity. General General Heishi cultivators were once again the object of everyone's respectful deference; no one dared provoke them, and production activities at spirit fields, mines, spirit lakes, and other places were still being maintained.

"This aspect of cultivators is not bad."

Jiang Ding praised: "The Beiyuan family has ruled for nearly ten thousand years now, haven't they? Still, they cannot enslave them in thought like mortals—cowed when they should be cowed, but the moment an opportunity arises, they immediately turn into starving wolves."

"The existence of people like Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun is not without reason."

In the distance, a black city with terrifying aura appeared on the horizon. Even separated by several hundred kilometers, one could still faintly sense the pressure it leaked out in its elusive way; even Jin Dan cultivators' hearts would tremble at the sight.

"Tushan Xiancheng—this is the place."

Jiang Ding's footsteps paused for a moment.

"A place General General Heishi has managed for several thousand years, relying on a fourth-grade spirit vein—who knows how many protective formations and traps have been laid. Within the immortal city, Divine Crow Master Dinghai Zhenjun may be able to fight above his level."

"Find a place and wait."

Jiang Ding Zi murmured.

"A few years, a few decades, all are fine. In this era of turmoil, he can't possibly stay indoors forever."

"The super warship can monitor a radius of one thousand kilometers. The moment he steps out, beat him to death."