Chapter 763: Army Soul: The Multitude

The hazy space shattered, and the shadow of a steel fleet descended with stark reality.

Heavy pressure spread out, filling the star river, smoothing the dark winds of the realm's boundary, vast and mighty.

The fleet blocked the sun's light, casting a huge patch of pitch-black shadow over the Minor Thousand Worlds; night fell at noon, terrifying billions of living beings.

A terrible will appeared within the star river!

A chaotic military formation unfolded, its formation patterns spreading in all directions to form a hazy world-shadow; within it, beings were born, aged, fell ill, and died, experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, fear, and dread, finally turning to dust, from which new life arose again.

Generation after generation, endlessly repeating.

Birth and death; every life strives, fights, and changes.

Finally, they built a celestial path reaching the heavens!

Within the world-shadow of the military formation lay threads of power that Jin Dan and Nascent Soul cultivators could not observe, perceive, or identify with their divine sense.

Anyone who gazed upon it found their soul and spirit slowed immensely; their minds would frequently go blank, unaware of the passing of time or the turning of heaven and earth.

"This is the power of Void Refinement..."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, gazing at the most supreme and brilliant highest achievement of the Immortal Sect's celestial technology.

"The Army Soul: The Multitude!"

"The Multitude!"

"Three people make a multitude; a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred million people make a multitude!"

"The multitude of one heart; pressing forward, fathers dying and sons replacing them, the Foolish Old Man moving mountains; I am the multitude, the multitude is me!"

"It is precisely due to the existence of the Army Soul 'The Multitude' that the Immortal Sect's fleet formation leaped to become the pinnacle of the realm, far surpassing the status of the Jiudaxian Sect's Daoist weapons, becoming the realm's chess players rather than pawns driven by others, possessing only a noble but empty name!"

"Otherwise, the Immortal Sect's fleet could only surpass the Jiudaxian Sect's Daoist weapons by half a step."

Moments later, the world-shadow surrounding the star fleet slowly settled.

This was not disappearance, but rather complete adaptation to the space of this starry sky, enabling more concealed and concentrated bursts of power without manifesting strange phenomena outwardly.

A wave similar to divine sense emanated from the military formation.

It was so vast, like the consciousness of a planet awakening, sweeping across the entire Tian Hai Gao Jie, sensing everything, searching for everything.

And then,

Boom!

The star fortresses, sky-space warships, and sky-space fighters fired their main cannons; brilliant light instantly formed columns of destruction, blasting into the Tian Hai Gao Jie.

Before them, the seemingly indestructible boundary of the Tian Hai Gao Jie silently dissolved; the columns of destruction struck the ground, blasting away specific, suspicious targets one by one.

Better to kill wrongly than let one escape.

Explosive mushroom clouds appeared one after another in the Minor Thousand Worlds, continuously and without end.

They bombed the area a full ten times!

Any place with even a hint of suspicion was blasted by the main cannons, eliminating all risks.

"They retreated very quickly; we only found twenty-three Nascent Soul cultivators."

"Not a single Soul Transformation cultivator; they all ran away beforehand."

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun sighed.

He looked toward the direction of the Sky-Space Front Army and said seriously, "But the landing operation will certainly not be like this. Based on my understanding of these old enemies, they will not spare the lives of lower-level cultivators; it will be very cruel, and they have methods to efficiently mobilize the power of lower-level cultivators to accomplish what they wish."

"The Brother Xuanwu Sky Palace is an Immortal Dao faction that has existed for at least hundreds of thousands of years; they have complete sets of spells for control and guidance in all aspects."

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun taught Dundun diligently, fearing the juniors lacked experience and would suffer a great loss.

"Remember not to underestimate the opponent because of the illusions before you."

"Yes, Supreme Commander."

Jiang Ding saluted.

He placed his hand on his sword hilt, turned, and became a flashing blue-gold sword light, flying out toward the star fortress.

Descending,

Descending!

He flew out from the star fortress, returning to the Sky-Space Front Army's fleet and fighters.

They descended rapidly along the gap torn open by the star fortress's main cannons, penetrating the boundary, passing through the realm's thunder layer and the wind layer, arriving at the junction between the wind layer and the cloud layer.

"Still the same old trick."

Jiang Ding swept with his divine sense and discovered the Brother Xuanwu Sky Palace cultivators hidden at the junction.

This was a powerful geographical advantage.

There, hundreds of thousands of Brother Xuanwu Sky Palace cultivators were holding their breath and concentrating, waiting silently; many were eager and excited, many harbored fantasies about the outsiders, and many burned with fierce killing intent and a fervent desire to achieve merit.

Jiang Ding gazed for a moment, then his figure vanished.

After several more breaths,

His figure passed through the junction between the wind layer and the cloud layer, concealed his form, and struck outward with a sword.

Clang!

The crisp and pleasant sound of sword qi and thunder echoed in everyone's ears.

Some heard the sound of zithers and flutes, played by a master, ethereal and moving, making one forget the mundane upon seeing it.

Others, hundreds of cultivators at the late Jin Dan stage and above, heard the terrifying roar of thunder; sharp, destructive, and scorching will forcibly surged into their sea of consciousness, stirring up towering waves, leaving their souls stiff and numb.

"Great Sun..."

Countless core disciples of the Brother Xuanwu Sky Palace, inner gate Jin Dan cultivators, showed deep fear on their faces.

"The Great Sun Sword Disciple! Quick..."

They broke free from their frenzied war state, screaming hoarsely to warn their fellow sect members around them.

Then,

A blade-light of blue-gold hue filled their vision.

Boom!

Seven hundred and twenty-seven spots!

In the void, seven hundred and twenty-seven spots erupted with blood-light; countless blood mists and shattered bones splattered everywhere, all of them cultivators at the late Golden Core stage or above.

They had no time to do anything; the military formation had not even been activated when they were sliced into blood mist by blade-light from an unknown place. The formation was in chaos, with an aura of explosion faintly rising.

This is the power of a top-tier expert of the same realm in the Cultivation World!

This is the future leader of the sect that the Jiudaxian Sect strives for, cultivating with countless efforts!

Judging by paper strength: hundreds of thousands of people, how many military formations, how wondrous the formation artifacts are, from which technique related to a True Immortal the formation method was inherited, and how many Nascent Soul-level powers it represents—truly capable of destroying heaven and earth.

But,

once a flaw is found, it can be annihilated in a single strike!

Just like a city built of building blocks: powerful, massive, magnificent; yet simply by pulling out a few supporting pillars, the grand city collapses, effortlessly.

Without an equal expert to tie them down, not even a single person of the Brother Brother Xuanwu Palace's Ten Kings level, paper strength is, after all, only paper strength; it cannot change anything.

"Fellow Daoists,"

Jiang Ding revealed his form among the hundreds of thousands of Brother Brother Xuanwu Palace cultivators. A realm of annihilating blade-light nearly a hundred kilometers wide unfolded in all directions, suppressing everything around, as he quietly asked, "Are you willing to surrender?"

He believed

he was a kind, morally upright cultivator.

Since the evil leader has been removed, there is no need to create further bloodshed; letting these cultivators, who are also oppressed by the small minority at the top of Brother Brother Xuanwu Palace, lose their lives is not moral.

Of course, if they are stubborn and unyielding, they are also unworthy of pity and deserve death.

The brilliantly expansive blade realm, restraining the spiritual energy, actually eased the military formation that had lost its core and was on the verge of exploding.

The cultivators of the Brother Brother Xuanwu Palace military formation gasped for breath, having narrowly escaped death.

"Are you willing to surrender?"

A youth, in the sky, at the center of the blade realm, asked thus.

There was no threatening tone, nor coldness; it was merely a casual question, like everyday chat.

Surrender?

To surrender or not?

Every cultivator of Brother Brother Xuanwu Palace interrogated their own heart; scenes flashed before their minds.

The great grace of the Palace received since childhood,

the various warmth within the sect,

the care of teachers and elders,

the friendship of fellow disciples, the concern of clan elders...

"We are willing to surrender!"

"I am willing to surrender!"

In an instant, the vast majority of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators made their decision without hesitation, prostrating themselves on the ground and paying great respect.

"Pay respects to the Great Sun Sword Disciple!"

"Willing to serve you as a dog or a horse!"

(End of this chapter)