Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

At the summit of Heavenly Realm Mountain.

An old man with a face full of misery sat opposite a calm-faced, black-haired young man with starry eyes, both facing a chessboard.

On the chessboard, the Eight Great Immortal Sects, Xianmen Sect, each force, Taoist Soldiers, armies, and domains were interlocked in an intricate pattern, confrontations were countless, conflicts overlapped, where war should have erupted instantly, or at least, small-scale conflicts should erupt continuously.

Yet, there were none.

Over the past decade, the peace between domains was alarmingly tranquil; the borders saw no conflicts, and all potential minor skirmishes were quickly smoothed over by an unknown force.

Such was the case with the Eastern Devil School, which was expected given its strict military discipline.

The same was true for the Eight Great Immortal Sects; it must have been that some troublemaking cultivators were secretly executed, finally resulting in this absolute calm.

”Something must have happened…

”…Something must have happened…”

The black-haired, star-eyed young man, Xu Yan, muttered to himself.

”Among the Nine Great Immortal Sects, a sort of intense tacit understanding has formed, so strong that it even made the usually chaotic cultivators of the Eight Great Immortal Sects sacrifice some of their own interests.”

”It’s impossible!”

”…Utterly altruistic… Focusing on the bigger picture...”

”Heh, can such terms really appear among the Eight Great Immortal Sects?”

His voice was full of mockery.

Around them, silence prevailed; the miserable old man, Wang Zhongdao, remained silent.

Violent winds howled at the summit, lifting clouds and clearing the sky as sunlight poured down in golden rays, changing with the sunrise and the sunset.

Such scenes had persisted for decades.

Ever since the Eastern Devil School achieved a major victory in the Domain and defeated the Eight Sects Allied Army, expanding its territory nearly twofold, the domains of Xu and King Xu were blockaded by the Starry Sky Fleet.

Since then, the miserable old man, Wang Zhongdao, together with his people, had come to the Xu Jiezhong, not daring to act alone.

They had tried to break through with their relatives.

But each time, they were discovered by the blockading fleet of the Eastern Devil School, who politely but coldly informed them that this area was under military training, and passage was temporarily suspended.

The two Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs remained silent, not daring to overstep their bounds, and retreated back to the Small World.

Every time, it was the same.

The contract they signed two thousand years ago did not include a clause for them to provoke or attack the Eastern Devil School and still ensure their safety.

Such an unfair treaty was impossible unless they annihilated the nation of the Eastern Devil School.

The two were merely relying on the prestige of the eight Great Experts to intimidate and enforce a temporary compromise from Xianmen Sect, biding their time in dignity to seek an opportunity for development.

What virtues or abilities did they have that made the Eastern Devil School sign such an extraordinarily unbalanced contract?

Anyone who dared to act was met with immediate death.

There would be no other consequences.

The army of the Domain Overlord was not something two minor domain Loose Cultivator Divinity Transformations could provoke—a flick of a finger could annihilate them.

”Ha-ha!”

”Xu Yan, have you ever regretted it?”

The miserable old man Wang Zhongdao’s voice was hoarse, and he chuckled, ”I saw the intelligence report from the last Domain War, back when the Eight Great Immortal Sects hadn’t yet mysteriously disappeared, it mentioned that Canghai had already advanced to the Late Truth-Transforming Stage and was leading a Star Sky Army, commanding a Refinement Void Level battlefield.”

”Two thousand years ago, he was but a junior, now he’s an unimaginable big shot in the domain.”

”I remember he was the first Ph.D. student you took in?”

”The Eldest Disciple from the founding generation.”

”I remember, back then, you cursed him in front of me countless times, calling him a blockhead incapable of adapting, lacking research spirituality, with inevitably limited future achievements.”

”I vividly recall those times.”

”Now, it seems you were wrong.”

He mocked.

”I was not wrong.”

Xu Yan looked at him coldly and replied, ”Canghai has always been by the book, indeed lacking in research spirituality, his current achievements are merely because of the platform.