Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Han Lin was still gleefully selecting Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures in the secret hoard, and whenever he came across a cluttered area, he would tidy it up, sorting it by category.

Immortal Yin Dao and others dared not cultivate. Divine Sense constantly scanned both inside and outside the Xianmen Sect, supervising hundreds of thousands of sin-bearing Liudao Sect disciples to prevent them from causing disorder.

As for the cultivators from the Great Sun Sect, and the Tu Shan Maiden Corps, they were still on the road, moving far too slowly, despite the opened teleportation formations.

Especially the Tu Shan Maiden Corps, as their previous orders were to hide at the highest level, with each maid scattered in different remote locations; it was quite troublesome to gather them in a short period of time.

Jiang Ding paid them no mind, heading straight towards the highest peak.

The Primordial Magnetism Spirit Light here was growing stronger and stronger, gradually revealing hints of Primordial Magnet forbidden laws. Many Qi Practicing Phase cultivators completely lost the ability to cast spells in such an environment, and their Divine Sense became useless, causing them great alarm, yet they dared not leave.

With the seal gone, Yin Yang Magneto Spiritless Mountain was reviving.

Atop the ten-thousand-zhang peak,

a pitch-black palace came into view, made entirely of a Fourth Grade Supreme Spiritual Material known as Dark Demon Gold. It was incredibly durable, withstanding the test of many millennia without any damage.

This place was the stronghold of the Liudao Sect, a palace personally refined by the Six Dao Ancestor thousands of years ago, handed down across generations in all its majestic splendor.

Jiang Ding stepped into the deep palace.

Above the ninety-nine steps towered an imposing Dark Demon Throne.

Above the throne, six differently colored vortexes filled with Chaos Qi revolved continuously, each emitting the distinct presence of the Human Dao, Heavenly Man Dao, Asura Path, Hell Dao, Ghost Dao, and Beast Dao.

The six vortexes exerted a tremendous attraction, as if capable of capturing the Vital Souls of cultivators, drawing them in to suffer untold eons.

The treasured legacy of the Liudao Sect, the Six Dao Reincarnation Palace!

Within it lay the inheritance of the Liudao Sect. Only the inheritance disciples of the Liudao Sect could approach; if an outsider were to attempt it, their Divine Soul would be instantly dragged into it, condemned to perpetual reincarnation among the countless ghost servants.

”Such a grand name for just a quasi-Fifth Order Nascent Treasure,”

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

His Divine Sense and Sword Intent surged into the palace, disregarding the Divine Sense Brand left by Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu to obstruct him; he forcefully destroyed it and left his own Divine Sense Brand.

”You will henceforth be called the Dark Demon Palace, as it matches your architectural style very well.”

Hum!

The palace hummed in acknowledgment, displaying a certain level of spirituality.

”So be it.”

”In the future, this place will once again become the center of Immortal Path for the Northern Plains.”

Jiang Ding sat on the Dark Demon Throne.

With his hand on the sword hilt, with Six Paths alternating behind him in reincarnation, cycles of mist and smoke spread throughout the palace, exuding an unfathomable aura.

He closed his eyes slightly, falling into cultivation.

Six months later.

A brief session of cultivation, a cycle of Qi that bypassed many meridian nodes, slowly came to an end, with a nearly imperceptible increase in the Mana within his Elixir Field while the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within a thousand miles gradually stabilized.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

In front of him knelt a dense crowd of stern figures; every one of them was an elite among millions, an Immortal of Nascent Soul among cultivators.

Golden Pill Peak cultivators had no right to even enter this palace.

”Greet,”

”Greet, my Liege!”

”Greet, Swordsman!”

”Greet, Tusen Heavenly Monarch!”

Those gathered from the Righteous Dao, Diabolism, Loose Cultivators, coming from everywhere, had nearly convened all the Human Race Immortals of Nascent Soul from the Northern Plains.

They bowed respectfully, wholeheartedly submitting to their new ruler, the newly born Heavenly Monarch of the Human Race. There was none of the usual infighting and disorder characteristic of the Human Race, and their voices were as one.