Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding’s Formation Method, especially the entire Great Sun World Defining Array, was under surveillance, suppressing the Guishan Tie Family.

There, Jiang Ding had visited once over three hundred years ago.

At that time, he had vaguely seen a colossal, decaying, mutant corpse deep within the Guishan Tie Family, which made him uneasy, and thus he abandoned the idea of attack.

Instead, Jiang Ding set up a sealing spell that eliminated the foundation, acting on the fundamental Spiritual Energy of Immortal Path Living Beings. He isolated the Spiritual Energy and drew on the existing energy, intending to sever the lifeline of the Guishan Tie Family.

Now, more than three hundred years have passed.

No matter what kind of Immortal Path Living Beings or strange entities were inside, they would have been greatly weakened after losing Spiritual Energy.

From the current view, the Guishan Tie Family, with that cubic metal mountain peak, has already shown extensive signs of rust, with pitch-black blood flowing out, mixed with horrifying curses. Within ten thousand li, all beings have perished, transformed into insignificant wisps of Spiritual Energy and blood, absorbed by the mountain.

Yes, insignificant.

Within ten thousand li of the Guishan Tie Family, all creatures and plants were mundane under the spirit-deprivation environment, and the Spiritual Energy gained through these means may not exceed the energy that was consumed.

The beings within the Guishan Tie Family, as time passed, continue to weaken in a spiritless environment.

”When will you break the seal and emerge on your own?”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He was not in a hurry, nor did he entertain the thought of initiating an attack.

He controlled all the Spiritual Veins and earth veins of the entire world and had even established a Great Sun World Defining Array to arrange the ecological cycle of Immortal Path beings in this world. Owning a tremendous home-field advantage, why rush when he was getting stronger every moment?

”Tushan Central Court here,”

”Three hundred years have indeed added some filth.”

Jiang Ding looked over various official affairs and slightly shook his head.

Herein, there was embezzlement, nepotism, corruption, involving Tushan Maids, old Nascent Souls, rising Nascent Souls, the Great Sun Longsword Metropolis, Primordial Magic Heavenly Metropolis, Agricultural Sect, Implements Sect...

Every part had lawbreakers, various provocations and challenges to the rules.

There were distinctions; the old Nascent Souls were more cautious, committing minor or lesser law-infraction crimes to extract the greatest benefit, or take a big gamble at life’s end, regardless of the world in turmoil thereafter.

In contrast, the up-and-coming Nascent Soul cultivators were more daring, blatantly acting recklessly, often in collusion, flagrantly trampling upon the Tushan Law.

The ideology of strength being supreme and viewing the law as nothing revived rapidly within a short three hundred years and began to spread within the Tushan Central Court.

Many up-and-coming Nascent Soul cultivators lacked sufficient reverence for Tushan Law.

They hadn’t been through many things; even with historical records, they were just records in books--hard to feel genuinely, hence always a bit hopeful of escaping unscathed.

Trepidation the first time, unease the second, until it becomes the norm the third time, gradually expanding.

The Inspection Hall of Tushan Central Court found it increasingly difficult to function.

Those of the Inspection Hall were also human; over three hundred years, many had died. New cultivators joined the Inspection Hall; with newcomers frequently rotating, corruption was inevitable.

The only slight comfort was that Gong Caiyu was still persevering, striking extensively against behaviors that violated Tushan Law, significantly slowing the decline of Tushan Central Court.

However, she could not stop the systematic slow decay.

Generation after generation of cultivators died, and new generations grew. Even the most stringent laws were futile.

”Let’s talk about it after some time.”

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

At this time, when he was about to reunite with old friends, he did not want to rashly instigate slaughter and purging, damaging relationships.

Nonetheless, he certainly could not forgive.

Tushan Law must be as it should be, not swayed by his personal feelings.