Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Now, its corps are tied down by the Eight Great Immortal Sects, leaving Xianmen unable to mobilize dozens of separate corps for additional operations. Doing so would severely weaken the Void Refining Army Formation on the main battlefield and could lead to outright collapse.

The Xianmen Sect finds itself in a highly passive position now.

Deploying small units would only result in them being encircled and annihilated by the Immortal Sect practitioners, serving no purpose.

Deploying large-scale Starry Sky Fleets would drain strength away from the front-line battles.

If this stalemate continues, the seventy Minor Thousand Worlds controlled by the Horned Demon Imperial Clan won’t become a launchpad for Xianmen’s rise but instead a festering wound, siphoning Xianmen’s strength, drastically slowing its development speed, and potentially even triggering a decline in power.

This is because the Boundary Realm War has inflicted severe economic damage on Xianmen.

If adequate spoils of war aren’t secured post-victory to replenish losses, Xianmen could face an economic crisis that may take centuries or even millennia to recover from.

“Thus,”

Jiang Ding raised his head and looked at the Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch.

“Yes.”

“Great Sun Celestial Lord.”

The Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch affirmed solemnly, “Xianmen hopes that you will lead forces to suppress the rebellion and eliminate all alien race and Human Race cultivators with Xianmen blood debts in your hands, stabilizing Xianmen’s sphere of influence within the Jiao Ming Domain.”

“These Minor Thousand Worlds must become Xianmen’s continuous supply line, cultivating generation after generation of citizens for Xianmen and providing various logistic and manpower support to the front lines.”

“If conditions permit, it is only proper to retaliate and seize additional Minor Thousand Worlds.”

“However, despite such lofty goals, Xianmen’s ability to provide reinforcements is exceedingly limited.”

The Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch paused his speech briefly, his tone apologetic as he continued, “I can provide you with a Star Sky Guard Army as your personal troops.”

“Additionally, Xianmen will equip you with retired gear sufficient for 127 Starry Sky Corps, including second-line, third-line, and even Wu Period first-generation warships and fighters.”

“Frankly, after enduring the thousand-year conflict and facing the Eight Great Void Refining Sect’s fronts, while ensuring absolute security for the Mother Star, Xianmen is severely constrained in terms of available manpower.”

He spoke solemnly.

“This is precisely the Eight Great Old Monsters’ scheme. I suspect they planned everything meticulously before the war began, launching their offensive immediately after the Horned Demon Imperial Clan war concluded without any interval.”

“This is certainly no coincidence.”

All the surrounding Heavenly Monarchs turned their gazes toward the green-clothed youth.

“Wu Period warships?”

Jiang Ding was momentarily stunned.

During the Sixth Generation Wu Period, Xianmen began developing warships.

They were nothing but lumps of iron.

Fragile, with short ranges, devoid of any intelligent automated Array Spirit structures, and reliant entirely on cultivators’ Divine Sense and mana to operate manually—their effective range was even shorter than the attacking range of Immortal Sect practitioners’ Treasures.

These warships were a complete disgrace.

Made with mundane-grade alloys, their material composition was so unremarkable that even their recycling value was negligible.

These ships had been invented during Xianmen’s poorest era—when a single Spirit Stone had to be halved for budgeting, elixirs were unheard of, and the sect was destitute enough to sell off essential belongings.

At the time, merely having something functional was the only redeeming trait for Xianmen’s first-generation warships. They had no other advantages.

Defensive capabilities, mobility, offensive power—every parameter fell short compared to Immortal Sect practitioners’ Treasures.

Doubtlessly, these abandoned warships had languished in Xianmen’s warehouses, eclipsed by newer models—forgotten relics of past contingency plans.

Now unearthed, refurbished, and sent back to the battlefield once again.

“At least they serve a purpose, really.”

“Jiang Ding.”