Chapter 734: Jin Dan Hou Qi, Leading Troops to Descend Upon the Land

Time flew by, another five years passed.

Beneath the Sun God Tree, the violent heavenly spiritual energy and solar essence dispersed, revealing a youth in green robes below.

"Peak Jin Dan Zhong Qi…"

"The seventh Heavenly Gang Sun Restriction of the Taiqing Flying Sword is complete."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes; his crimson killing intent nearly burst free, red as molten lava.

The sword-forging method using Solar Spirit Iron was too cruel and extreme—no cultivator's will could sustain it; now, everything he saw instinctively drove him to seek out the strong, craving their blood to cool his frenzy.

He took a deep breath, silently reciting the third-rank supreme secret technique, "Qingxin Jian Jue," from the Immortal Sect; after a long while, he calmed his inner agitation, his crimson, scorching eyes gradually dimming back to their original black-and-white clarity.

"Break through."

Jiang Ding gazed inward at the blue magic power in his dantian, already at two-thirds of its limit.

"I haven't even pushed to my limit…"

"This is the greatness of this genius!"

Jin Dan Hou Qi!

Occasional salvos from iron fortresses and orbital carriers bathed the heavens and earth in brilliant light, blinding spiritual senses; countless ancient immortal pavilions collapsed and shattered, their Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun reduced to dust, their spiritual souls shattered.

Around him, thousands of orbital carriers and dozens of iron fortresses slowly calmed their massive spiritual auras; the space array patterns scattered across the stars faded like bubbles.

A vast world emitting faint spiritual light appeared before him, boundless; looking down, faint traces of mountains, rivers, and the ever-present electromagnetic spiritual energy within the world's gale layer were visible—his Wan Hua Ci Yuan magic power grew livelier.

"Yes, teleportation in progress. Destination: Di Ci Gao Jie frontline battlefield."

A boom echoed within him; his dantian magic power surged chaotically, racing into previously unpenetrated fine meridian branches, widening them continuously; the Wan Hua Ci Yuan Jing's magic power pathways grew more complex and efficient, his magic power increased by a segment, his aura strengthened dramatically.

The next instant,

Among the star-reaching branches of the Shenmu Shenmu Futianrong, on a vast stellar super-teleportation array, his figure appeared; he said calmly, "Teleport."

The Wan Hua Ci Yuan magic power in his dantian surged violently; with a single roll, the seemingly unbreakable bottleneck shattered like paper, its fragments dissolving into his dantian, becoming sedimented magic power, vanishing.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

Blue-gold sword qi faintly emerged between his hands; he split them apart, tearing a gap in space, merging body and sword, diving in and vanishing.

Amidst hazy spatial white light, a youth in green robes appeared in the starry void.

…

Looking around, iron fortresses stood in rows; orbital carriers, space warships, and fighters filled the stars; hazy, chaotic array patterns spread out, forming a terrifyingly powerful great array that tightly surrounded the central illusion of the Brother Xuanwu Dengtian Array—no escape possible.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes; his killing intent was icy, the molten crimson hue unconsciously returning to his pupils.

Jiang Ding swiftly assessed the battlefield.

Boom—

"Teleporting…"

"Sixteen years old, Jin Dan Hou Qi!"

Crack!

He noticed that the flagship iron fortress of the Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, the Zhenjun Shenji Hao, remained utterly still.

Even more, a vast area of surrounding iron fortresses and orbital carriers floated silently in space, coldly observing, letting warships and celestial pavilions slaughter each other without reacting to the bloody battlefield.

Why?

Jiang Ding fell into thought.

"We're here to guard against the Brother Xuanwu Tiangong's Lián Xū great experts."

The Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun appeared before him, his body hazy—a magical projection—explaining the battlefield: "Beyond that, we wish to confine the war strictly to below Lián Xū level, avoiding all-out slaughter from the start; we're here only for profit."

"We hope that old bastard understands our intent."

Jiang Ding understood.

The Immortal Sects do not wish to trigger the final war to annihilate the Brother Xuanwu Tiangong—they only seek more Duo De Xiao Gao Jie to cultivate their own cultivators.

"Commander-in-Chief, what's the situation inside the realm?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Not yet begun. The landing forces are ready, waiting for your arrival."

The Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun spoke calmly, taking time to impart true battlefield experience: "Landing operations are typically initiated by the side with superiority in the external war; otherwise, our landing forces enter the realm and become easy prey for higher-level cultivators."

"Or multiple Jiudaxian Sects jointly land against a native force to compete—your previous involvement in Ganghan Gao Jie was exactly like that."

"No external superiority means no landing war."

"Remember this well—it will be useful when you independently command a front-line army."

"Understood."

Jiang Ding suppressed his killing intent and nodded obediently.

"The first step in realm landing is artillery bombardment to eliminate key targets."

The Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun pointed downward at Di Ci Gao Jie.

Jiang Ding felt an alien force invading his eyes; he hesitated, then did not immediately expel this strange energy infused with Taiyin and Taiyang qi.

His vision blurred.

"Look,"

An ancient voice echoed in his ear.

Jiang Ding followed the Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's finger, gazing down at Di Ci Gao Jie; his pupils subtly dilated.

What he had previously perceived as merely a boundless realm now became sharply clear: mountains, earth, rivers, oceans—all visible; the entire small realm was covered by an invisible electromagnetic wave.

At the intersection nodes of these electromagnetic waves, dozens of Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun and one Soul Transformation cultivator were clearly marked.

They hid in concealed places—deep beneath the sea, underground, shielded by numerous concealment arrays and terrain advantages—but beneath the Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's finger, they were utterly exposed.

"This technique is called Planet Magnetic Tracking Technique—a sixth-rank Lián Xū-level spell. The Jiudaxian Sects can also cast it using special artifacts and military formations, to detect and locate strong cultivators within a small realm."

"No Jin Dan cultivators?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"None,"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun shook his head: "Compared to an entire Minor Thousand Worlds, Jin Dan cultivators are far too insignificant—they're naturally masked by the Minor Thousand Worlds' spontaneous spiritual fluctuations, and with concealment techniques and concealment artifacts, the Planet Magnetic Tracing Art cannot locate them at all."

"Even if our warriors manually pinpoint locations within the realm, locking onto the spiritual souls of Jin Dan cultivators remains extremely difficult, blocked by the realm wall."

"This seems tied to the 'status' of the realm, linked to the Minor Thousand Worlds' instinctive protection of its inhabitants—not merely a matter of raw power."

"Below the Nascent Soul realm, one's 'status' is unconsciously protected by the Minor Thousand Worlds' Dao, just like plants, ants, and animals."

"At the Nascent Soul realm and above, one is deemed an adult, capable of surviving independently outside the realm for a time—the Minor Thousand Worlds' Dao no longer pays attention."

"This is the immense advantage Jin Dan cultivators hold within the realm."

"I understand."

Jiang Ding understood.

"Back to the matter at hand—the first step in the realm invasion war is,"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun continued, his voice calm, as if chatting with a young family member.

"Artillery saturation."

Boom—

In the instant his words fell, over a dozen steel fortresses' main cannons and hundreds of aerospace carrier vessels' magical main cannons fired in unison; the terrifying magical fluctuations surged into their spiritual cores, forming thunderous roars that shook every cultivator's spiritual sea into chaos, filling their vision with brilliant Bai Chong Guang.

Long after, they recovered.

"Report: Soul Transformation targets eliminated; three Nascent Soul targets remain alive, fleeing in Nascent Soul form."

"Request secondary artillery strike."

In Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's spiritual sea, subordinate reports rang out with sharp, forceful clarity—he projected them aloud to demonstrate and teach his juniors beside him.

"Approved. Execute secondary artillery strike immediately."

"Yes!"

Boom—

This time, thirty aerospace carrier vessels fired their main cannons in unison, using the massive battle array to breach the realm wall and storm into the realm, annihilating all three fleeing Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Continue."

Without pause, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun continued: "Bomb every suspicious region—every area where cultivators might be hiding—ten times over."

"Don't fear waste; all the resources we've amassed over these years are now to be used."

"Yes!"

Boom—

Boom—

……

Steel fortresses and aerospace carriers led wave after wave of salvos, bombarding every suspicious location until mountains collapsed, rivers reversed, oceans surged into waves hundreds of meters high, and destruction ran rampant.

Until no trace of Nascent Soul or higher cultivators remained.

Yet the Array Foundation Pillars, symbolizing the rule of Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace Minor Thousand Worlds, remained unharmed, still standing.

"This is the unique nature of the realm."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun pointed to the Array Foundation Pillars: "Beyond the realm wall, our artillery can shatter Shanfeng, blast open rivers—but cannot alter the earth veins or spiritual energy flows, for these are the pulse of a Minor Thousand World. Only by sending landing forces inside can they be changed from within."

"Even a Cultivation Void Great Expert cannot violate this."

"Perhaps only higher beings—true Immortals whose status equals or surpasses an entire world—could achieve such."

Jiang Ding nodded.

"Jiang Ding!"

"Commander of the Northern Theater Aerospace Forces!"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun raised a cup of tea solemnly: "The landing aerospace forces are ready. Begin your landing. I demand you return victorious."

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!"

Jiang Ding saluted, merging his body with the Taiqing Flying Sword, tearing through space and stepping into the breach in the realm wall created by relentless bombardment.

Behind him, countless warships and aerospace fighters formed a cloud-like battle array, cold and deadly, following the blue-gold glow of his sword-dash as they flew into the realm.

(End of Chapter)