Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Several days later.

The Blood Spear watched the Golden Pill Cultivators like Hei Loushan, their gazes fixed silently on a person atop the mountain.

This was an elderly man with patchy white hair.

His face was full of crisscrossing wrinkles, his hair gray and disheveled, hanging messily behind him. Without using Divine Sense, just by looking with the eyes, a stark sense of exhaustion became evident on his body.

He was indeed an old man.

Many among the Blood Cloud Cavalry thought to themselves.

Even for Golden Pill Cultivators, this was the age of twilight years, no longer young, no longer at their peak.

"Do we, have any other options?"

Someone asked in an extremely despondent tone, their voice lowered.

The goal of the Great Dao they had followed for hundreds of years, the purpose for which they had been born and died countless times, had vanished in an instant. It was a hard feeling to bear.

Even the Dao Heart of a Golden Pill Cultivator shook at this moment.

"No."

The Blood Spear of Hei Loushan lowered his head to look at the blood spear in his hand and said indifferently, "This is the closest we've been to Nascent Soul. The Hei Clan, the Yin's, the Great Sun Sect, and the Great Sun Sword Sect, none will accept us or offer a Nascent Soul Opportunity."

The people around him remained silent.

"The Tushan Sword Cultivator..."

Someone murmured.

Many were stirred by the thought.

Various pieces of information on Tushan Immortal City came to mind. Since escaping from a Nascent Soul Monk, he was no longer an unknown figure.

Rumor had it that he in Tushan Immortal City had opened the path to immortality wide, not restricted by family names, and had strongly supported Loose Cultivators from all regions.

"No, it won't do, he is powerful, but there's no Nascent Soul Opportunity."

"He won't accept us either. There is no trust between us, and even if he advances to Nascent Soul, it's not certain that he will keep his promise."

Without waiting for others to speak, the person who had spoken sighed softly.

The Blood Cloud might have a thousand faults, but at least for now, it seemed still to have an exceptional reputation and valued loyalty.

The only worry,

If one failed to advance to Nascent Soul, the reputation of the powerless, the sentiments of the powerless, and the fame of the powerless, were all worth nothing.

Crack...

In a matter of moments, there was again the sound of a Blood Lotus Child blooming.

The lotus garment shattered, revealing a naked person inside, the size of a thumb, with handsome features and translucent skin.

It was the second general of the Blood Cloud, Blood Hand Demon, Li Tu!

"Big brother?"

Li Tu's eyes were full of confusion.

"I'm still alive? How could this be?"

His last memory was of the excruciating pain as his Divine Soul and flesh shattered, a terror that lingered when he thought of it.

His blurred gaze gradually became clear as he looked at the person before him.

His face was creased with wrinkles, his hair gray, and he had a distinct odor, the odor of decaying flesh, indicating that the loss was not just of two hundred years of time.

"Big brother?!!"

Li Tu was greatly alarmed, his voice trembling as he asked, "What's happened to you? Why are you like this?!"

"Second brother, don't worry about these things for now."

The Blood Cloud smiled, unconcerned, and said, "Look at your Sea of Consciousness, see how your Sea of Consciousness is doing."

As he spoke, the Magic Intention of the Blood Cloud surged up, enveloping the thumb-sized lotus seedling, ready to suppress it immediately if anything was amiss.

Of course, this was just a precaution.

He did not believe that across such a distance and after experiencing two rebirths through the Blood Lotus Child, with Divine Soul and flesh shattered and condensed, there would be any obligations left.

Li Tu instinctively did as told.

A moment later, his face turned extremely ugly, his bewildered gaze once again filled with fear and disbelief.

"It's still there, big brother, it's still there!"

"Sword Intent!"

Li Tu was panic-stricken, trembling like a child as he said, "What is this Sword Intent? Why hasn't it disappeared? Why!"

"Release the Sea of Consciousness!"

Blood Cloud roared furiously, his eyes once again becoming crazed, almost unable to resist charging toward Dizifeng Peak, recklessly attempting to slaughter his way there.

Die or live!

No longer caring about anything else!

Divine Sense surged into Li Tu's Sea of Consciousness, searching bit by bit.

Within the crimson expanse of the Sea of Consciousness—a common sight for a Blood Dao Cultivator—the core of Li Tu's Sea of Consciousness harbored his frail, semi-transparent Divine Soul, which was curled up and trembling incessantly.

Engraved on his forehead was a faint sword scar.

This sword scar, carrying the aura of the spirit-breaking and Law-destroying, although incredibly faint—weaker even than the breath of weeds—was firmly embedded at the core of Li Tu's Divine Soul, almost fused with it.

Any force that sought to eliminate it would have to obliterate Li Tu's Divine Soul first!

And this symbiotic existence was not the end.

With the help of the Divine Soul, it would slowly draw power from the Sea of Consciousness to restore itself, and once enough power was accumulated, it would immediately transform into a blade that relentlessly sought to annihilate the Divine Soul, without rest until death.

"Tushan!"

"Tushan Sword Cultivator!"

"This is too much!"

Blood Cloud's Magic Intention and Divine Sense probed to no avail, his eyes turned blood-red, and he became wildly furious.

"Big brother! Stop!"

"Don't do it!"

Startled, the Blood Hand Demon Li Tu anxiously said, "If I die, I die, but don't go after him! You might..."

The rest of his words were not spoken, but those around understood.

In terms of personal strength alone, their world-renowned leader was probably no match.

A flicker of fear passed through the Blood Spear's eyes at Hei Loushan.

Merely with a strand of Sword Intent, able to continually slay the resurrecting Blood Hand Demon, if faced in person, even fleeing might be a vain hope.

Not to mention, this person wasn't as openly and honorably as Patriarch Nascent Soul but was extremely cunning, without the slightest bit of a Sword Cultivator's face or demeanor.

In terms of danger, perhaps even more terrifying.

"I know."

Blood Cloud took a deep breath, barely calming down.

All these years, he had encountered many insurmountable foes; no matter how angry or filled with killing intent he was, even if the whole clan were to be wiped out, he had to keep a tight rein on himself.

Otherwise, death would follow.

"There's still a way."

Blood Cloud's thoughts rapidly turned, and he quickly thought of a solution, "I will first seal this strand of Sword Intent, slowing down the rate at which it draws power from the Divine Soul. It should not erupt for at least twenty to thirty years."

"Don't panic, there will be a way in the future."

...

"The Sword Intent feels a bit weaker... but it's still there."

Jiang Ding, with his Concealment, flew through the sky.

Within his Divine Sense, a tiny dot was moving, distancing itself from Dizifeng Peak, deliberately making detours, trying to hide, to evade.

All in vain.

While concentrating on distancing from Dizifeng Peak, the figure had actually gotten a bit closer to him.

"No rush."

"According to legends, is this a fate not yet fulfilled?"

Jiang Ding pondered and found it somewhat interesting.

The world is just that complex; even with murderous intent, now was not yet the time for the Blood Hand Demon to die.

If he had managed to escape, it indicated he had the strength or luck, not just a weak ant.

That meant he was useful.

People like the Blood Hand Demon Li Tu, capable of shaking the decadent rule of the Northern Plains families, would be somewhat beneficial to his future endeavor to eliminate all enemies, take over the world, gather its resources to build a super mothership, adding a one or two ten-thousandths chance of success.

Don't underestimate the small effects.

As the saying goes, "Many a little makes a mickle; without taking the first step, there's no journey of a thousand miles."

An accumulation of minor factors can eventually converge into a mighty river, destroying the world's decay and allowing his path and the world to be reborn.