Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

If there is an immortal realm in this world, the landscapes of the Geomagnetic Realm in the East Sea would undoubtedly be the closest to it.

The geomagnetic forces and the abundant veins of magnetic spirit mines converge here. The power of spiritual magnetism bursts forth, distributed unevenly across various locations.

When the repulsive force of magnetic spirit concentrates in one area, sometimes spanning mere dozens of meters and sometimes hundreds of kilometers, the seawater under its influence would rise thousands of kilometers into the sky, forming a colossal orb of water.

Under the sunlight, the water orb is crystal clear, teeming with seaweed, fish, and not lacking in ferocious Exotic Beasts—whale-sized Demon Beasts hundreds of meters in length.

Crustaceans take on a myriad of shapes, schools of fish dazzle with vibrant colors, and merfolk make their homes here—it’s naturally a top-tier oceanic park.

If the repulsive force of magnetic spirit concentrates on a massive seabed rock, then, an island floating in the sky would rise out of nowhere.

Its surface is densely wooded, flowers blooming in proliferation; flocks of Spirit Birds nest and multiply here, their melodious chirping is incessant to the ear, truly a fairy mountain amidst the sea.

In the span of a glance between heaven and earth, countless water orbs of various sizes float in the sky, some as small as a thumb, others spanning hundreds of kilometers, each crystal clear, their colors differing due to the minerals in the seawater.

Life proliferates within them, and Demon Beasts of second-order strength or higher shuttle between the water orbs and floating immortal mountains—a scene brimming with vitality.

Yet amidst the beauty, a grim killing intent also lurks in secret.

The geomagnetic force within the earth’s heart manifests not only as repulsion but also as attraction, which is even more concealed, concentrated, and dangerous. From above the sea surface, there’s no sign to detect whatsoever.

The Exotic Birds and Demon Fish living here appear to fly and swim in disorder, but in reality, there are some places no creature ever crosses.

Sometimes, a young life wanders near—it’s a strange species of whale several kilometers long, faintly exuding an aura of the Golden Pill Realm. Its eyes are frenzied and chaotic, unable to find a female of its size, tormented by mating instincts.

In a moment of carelessness, it passes a hidden current, where the spiritual geomagnetic repulsion and attraction intersect.

”Woo...”

Its enormous pupils instantly bulge and clear, revealing terror.

Boom!

Under the terrible squeeze of the earth’s heart magmatic forces, its body several kilometers long shatters with a roar; its tail flies towards the sky, its head the other way, its huge body being crushed into a small mass and plummeting into the deep sea.

Chirp chirp!

Squeak squeak!

The surrounding Spirit Birds that had been lurking for a long time swoop in, indulging in the feast from heaven, each one’s presence strengthening to varying degrees.

Among these Demon Beasts feasting on the whale, there are eight different aquatic Demon Beasts and one wingless large bird with five toes whose presence is the most formidable.

Their strength leaves other Demon Beasts far behind, having reached the Peak of Foundation Building, each occupying a piece of whale flesh. Any living being that dares to approach, whether fish or fowl, gets torn apart.

The eight aquatic Demon Beasts include a colorful giant toad, several multi-headed snakes, green-scaled jellyfish, and more, all dissimilar...

Occupying the most whale flesh is a Mystical Turtle the size of a house.

The Mystical Turtle is confronting the wingless large bird.

The eight aquatic Demon Beasts watch covetously, guarding their share of the whale flesh, occasionally casting wary glances at surrounding predators.

”Enough watching.”

”It has always been like this for thousands of years, vexing to the heart.”

The sea mist is blown away by the wind, revealing amidst thousands of water droplets and the surrounding Immortal Mountains, a tall young man dressed in a Yin-Yang robe of turtle and snake, with a resolute face.

He strikes downward with a palm.

A palm that resembled a vast wave descended from the sky, covering miles of land, smashing the whale flesh and the battling Demon Beasts into smithereens.

”The Eastern Devil School, by nature, has its advantages standing atop the sea.”

”But in the end, they lack wings.”