Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 1071 - 1071 1040 Blood Dao Cultivator

1071: Chapter 1040: Blood Dao Cultivator 1071: Chapter 1040: Blood Dao Cultivator “Is this the on of human race extinction?”

Jiang Ding, witnessing scene after scene at the Mountain Suppressing Sect, felt a tremor in his heart.

He was not a student who always lived in the ivory tower of a school; he was a Xiann cultivator who had experienced many wars and worldly cultivation trials.

He had thought that with the bloodline families of Northern Plains ruling, enslaving countless human lives for the benefit of one, casually killing for sport; In the rule of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, the Incense Divine Dao restricted thought and Divine Soul, where one had to toil throughout life not even to rest in death, needing to transform into fanatics driven by deities; and under the Shadow Demon Abyss, common cultivators were but shadows living as parasites…

He had thought these were already the hell on earth, already the ultimate bottom line.

After all, the cultivators of past generations of Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, the Shadow Demon Abyss, and the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace had researched oppression for who knows how many generations, invested who knows how much wisdom, and achieved so much in the Immortal Path, squeezed to the limit – there seed to be no room to increase productivity anymore.

Now, Jiang Ding saw what lay beneath the bottom line.

It was servitude, to be slaves, where even their flesh and blood were unneeded, no longer required by anyone!

At least in this world, this one nad the Magical Stone Minor Realm, the extinction of human cultivators began to beco widespread.

It is estimated that in a few hundred years, aside from one or two pets, the human groups would no longer exist in this world, occupied by nurous powerful races in their ecological niche, unable to continue to survive.

Racial justice.

These four words appeared heavily for the first ti in Jiang Ding’s heart.

Compared to here, the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, the Shadow Demon Abyss, the Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch seed like good people, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch even seed like the Holy Lord, ancient sages like Fuxi, Shennong, and the Fla Emperor.

Undoubtedly,

as tribe leaders, as slave owners, Fuxi and Fla Emperor were also bloody and brutal, with many historical limitations.

But this did not detract from their historical status, their historical achievents.

“I wish you, good luck.”

Jiang Ding whispered.

He would not take action, even if the humans in this world were to be wiped out.

Perhaps he could do it very secretly, without anyone knowing, including the Mountain Suppressing Sect’s cultivators – after all, this area is just a Golden Pill-level power to him, no more than ants.

But, all things in the world will leave traces.

Once he made a move, no matter the thod, traces will certainly appear, and material and spirit changes in the objective world will inevitably increase the risk of exposure.

Once the traces left were known by the strong mbers of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, the whole Nine Spirits Realm’s grand strategy would be ruined.

Conversely, if the Nine Spirits Realm were to ultimately prevail, the Human Race will definitely flourish in this Star Domain; it must be so, because even evil sects like Shadow Demon Abyss and Xuanwu Heavenly Palace are Human Race sects.

Weighing both sides, Jiang Ding chose to temporarily give up.

Shadow Demon disciples had already relayed his plans to the rear.

Many seniors of Xiann and the Great Powers of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, as well as many astute, experienced Divinity Transformation elders, will surely co up with a more finely-tuned, more reliable battle plan; at that ti, he would execute according to the plan from the rear and his own abilities.

Everything required waiting.

Jiang Ding’s Divine Soul gradually beca silent, hidden, entering standby mode, even stopping cultivation to minimize his own presence as much as possible.

This was the disadvantage of Xiann and sects like Green Wood Immortal Sect.

They could not experience growth in power while lying low, unlike the Shadow Demon Abyss, which was like a fish in water, with everything from Cultivation thods to Magic and Treasures all designed for Concealnt and Concealnt, which was simply a part of Shadow Demon Abyss cultivators’ cultivation.

“Oh?”

Just as he entered the Concealnt state, Jiang Ding was awakened by the surveillance he kept on the outside environnt and looked towards the direction of the Sect Master of Mountain Suppressing Sect.

…

Ding ding!

Firm Stone True Person chipped away the last piece, a bright third-rank Purple Jade Stone like a fiery pile fell from its stone skin to the ground, rolling and sending out abundant Spiritual Energy fluctuations.

His face unknowingly gained another wrinkle.

“My Life Energy, my vitality…”

Firm Stone True Person numbly collected the third-rank Purple Jade Stone.

This year, his task was completed.

This is not the Magic Stone Clan being kind-hearted, it’s impossible.

The Magic Stone Clan doesn’t dare to be generous with the wealth of the Fla Stone Great Emperor; they are rely stewards.

Should anything be lacking, the Magic Stone Clan will even slaughter their own people to make up for the deficit, as they can’t afford their master any loss.

In the calculations of the Magic Stone Clan, one Three-Tier Purple Jade annually can maximize the production of Three-Tier Purple Jade.

More than that, while the short-term yield will indeed increase, the output would then plumt dramatically – it’s unsustainable.

Once such incidences occur frequently, the position of the Magic Stone Clan within the ‘Slave Clan Hierarchical System’ will fall, and becoming a lowest-tier slave clan like the Human Race is a possibility.

At that ti, the Fox Tribe, Tiger Clan, Blood Tree Tribe, and others would all be covetous…

there are plenty of slave clans that can replace them; no slave clan is indispensable.

“I…

can live for another eighty-two years, and will live to be two hundred and ninety years old.”

Firm Stone True Person picks up the Three-Tier Purple Jade, gazing at its beautiful hue: “After that, there will be no one to follow.”

“After I die, the sect and millions within thousands of miles will die.

They will be buried deep into the mines, nourishing the veins, and all the failed and obsolete races will be dealt with in this manner.”

“Every hundred years, a lowest-tier race is buried deep within the mountains.”

“In eighty-two years, it will be Mountain Suppressing Sect’s turn.”

“If it is the Blood River King…”

He suddenly stops talking.

Firm Stone True Person continues his cultivation for several months, regaining so vitality, and when he’s certain no one is around, he slowly enters the Ancestor Temple, worships the Ancestors of Mountain Suppressing Sect, and activates a Concealnt Array.

This is a quasi-third rank Concealnt Array.

The legacy of the Mountain Suppressing Sect is pitifully incomplete.

Firm Stone True Person is much weaker than the weakest Golden Pill Jiang Ding has ever seen.

Jiang Ding’s gaze penetrates the array, looking towards the Ancestor Temple of Mountain Suppressing Sect.

There’s still soone worshipping there, precisely Firm Stone True Person.

However, this is just an illusion.

Jiang Ding’s unobstructed vision penetrates deep into the earth, landing on a cavern hidden by a quasi-third-rank middle-class Concealnt Array.

Here lies a Blood Pool several miles wide.

The bottom of the Blood Pool is covered with bones, most of which are from mortal humans and cultivators, while a small portion belongs to mbers of the strong clans nearby such as the Fox Tribe, Rabbit Tribe, Demon Ox Clan, etc.

The bodies and Divine Souls of these human and demon cultivators are dissolved in the Blood Pool, turning into a pool of crimson water.

“This is sowhat evil…”

Jiang Ding frowns.

If it were elsewhere, upon seeing such a cultivator, he would strike to kill without hesitation.

In the Northern Plains Tushan Central Court, they deal sternly with demon cultivators who practice with humans, striking down upon them relentlessly.

In recent years, Sword Cultivators from Great Sun Longsword tropolis have crazily joined the fight, using their dog-like keen senses to search for any human or demon cultivators eting the Tushan Law standards that they could rightfully kill.

Now, Jiang Ding seeing this bloody scene feels so reluctance.

All ethics must be built on the foundation of survival.

Without survival, there’s no foundation for ethics.

“Is the Blood River King dead?”

Firm Stone True Person now dons a blood robe, looking much younger, and whispers, “The most outstanding talent of our Human Race for tens of thousands of years, who dared to spy on Great Emperor’s position.”

“If he could beco the Slave Clan Emperor, it would be better for the Human Race.”

“But alas…

he is probably dead now, dragging us down with him.”

He sighs.

In his words, there’s no resentnt, even though the Blood River King, who was the most ruthless killer of humans, was bloody and brutal, and capricious in his anger and pleasure.

“Look for so chance to kill that troubleso vixen from the Purple Mountain Fox tribe…”

“Sigh, all the lives of Golden Pills belong to the Magic Stone Clan; I don’t know if I will be exposed this ti, my teacher was exposed last ti but fortunately self-destructed at the end of his life.”

“If another Blood Demon Rebellion occurs, it’s hard to say…”

Firm Stone True Person sighs deeply.