Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Amidst many shattered mountains and earth, space and rules were torn apart, yet strangely, most of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect’s disciples and elders did not die with the Formation, exclaiming in terror, unable to accept the reality, as if their faith had collapsed.

This was the mercy of the Heavenly Monarch.

The Great Sun Celestial Lord chose not to massacre the entire Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain and did not extend the Void Refinement cultivators’ sins to all low to mid-level cultivators, sparing them from slaughter.

In the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, massive widespread killing would not naturally take place, sparing the heavens’ creatures from massacre.

They were merely weak cultivators swept along with the tide, not qualified to incur such grave sins, the punishment would not befit.]

Moreover, before the inheritance disciples from the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm arrived, the Thunder Flame Domain needed maintaining normalcy, all needed to be normal, no anomalies allowed.

This normalcy included the many cultivators of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect.

Within the Thunder Flame Domain, many Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect cultivators should exist, roaming, refining treasures, collecting taxes, living—it all should be present.

“Escape!”

“Quick, the sect’s spark of hope…”

Among the many sobbing Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect disciples and elders, two Refining Nothingness cultivators stood out, severely wounded, burning everything, merging into the rules and fleeing frantically to the distance.

Clang!

At this moment, a crisp sword cry echoed through heaven and earth.

A Gold-Thread Sword-light formed by the Taiqing Flying Sword flashed and disappeared, then returned in a reverse sweep, landing into the scabbard on the green-clothed youth’s waist.

A portion of the void became dimly discernible, revealing the two splitting and fleeing Refining Nothingness cultivators.

Their bodies froze, their heads tumbled to the ground, fountains of blood spraying several meters high, headless bodies fell with a thud, devoid of all life.

Their Divine Souls, in this annihilating slash, too, dispersed endlessly.

“For some reason,”

“At this moment, I particularly miss the Flame Stone Great Emperor.”

Jiang Ding gently caressed the sword hilt, momentarily dazed: “If he appeared before me, I would strike him dead with one sword, simply and only one sword, kill him, just thinking about it brings me joy.”

“I wonder if now, could I possibly cut down the past Horned Ming Realm alone with one sword, subdue all enemies beneath the Jiaoming Emperors…”

Many thoughts arose in him.

While around, the Human Dao covered all directions, enveloping far and wide, taking in everything within tens of thousands of kilometers.

Gradually, the cries subsided.

Slowly, the doomsday scene of earthshaking, shattering ground, and flowing magma vanished.

Thunder Peak became steady once more at the center of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, countless Formations densely spread in all directions, various collapsed and destroyed pavilions and buildings stood up again, restoring to original form.

“The tasks entrusted by the sect master…”

“I should cultivate…”

“Ah, we outer disciples have a tireless destiny…”

The numerous terrified, crying, and fleeing disciples’ expressions stiffened, but soon recovered flexibility, completely restored to normal, moving busily in the mountain gate, each having their role.

A harmonious and beautiful scene of the true sect.