Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 1834 - Capítulo 1834: 1802: The Fast-Growing White-F

Capítulo 1834: Chapter 1802: The Fast-Growing White-Feather Chicken Farm

Jiang Ding, hidden deep within Tu Sanyi’s soul, was not simply hibernating in concealnt. He was simultaneously conducting various scientific experints, comprehending the rules of this world, testing various Dao data and Divine Soul data, and recording the results, transmitting them back to the Ancient God World Cluster at specific tis.

This was his monotonous life of lurking in the Exotic Realm.

Lurking, lurking, waiting for destiny to pass by, until he t the person he wanted to wait for, a being thousands of years later.

The sun was at its zenith, the sunlight fierce.

Tu Sanyi stopped working, found a shady spot, and set up an incense altar, praying softly: “…master of all things, subdue demons and calm mountains…”

Jiang Ding’s gaze instantly focused.

This was a prayer scripture, seemingly praying to a highly revered Divine. Tu Sanyi’s mory had long known it was just a hymn of praise, nothing unusual, except for its excessive length and complexity.

These religions like to make things deliberately mysterious, nothing surprising.

This was Jiang Ding’s original thought.

But now, his thoughts imdiately changed.

As Tu Sanyi recited the scripture, the world around him changed with his words. Nurous invisible spiritual chanisms were gathered here through the omnipresent network of incense, falling on Tu Sanyi’s Ancestral Acupoint at the center of his brows, beginning to baptize and strengthen his Divine Soul.

This was clearly a Soul Cultivation scripture.

And it initially concealed from Jiang Ding, making him completely overlook it, thinking it was just a pile of ordinary religious prayer rituals.

Jiang Ding wore a solemn expression, lost in thought.

For a long ti.

“What is this,”

“a cultivation thod solely for the Divine Soul?”

Jiang Ding pondered, slowly realizing: “Leveraging the incense network, capturing spiritual chanisms, refining, mortals can refine and strengthen the Divine Soul, no wonder these mortals can survive under this strange sun for years.”

“This is clearly a complete program, the prayer scripture captures spiritual chanisms, the sun tempers the Divine Soul…

But all the spiritual chanisms are used to strengthen the Divine Soul, not a single bit leaks onto the body, even the Divine Soul is solidified, unable to display any divinity.”

“This is why Tu Sanyi is a mortal.”

“This is not due to any unique chance he had, all mortals in this world are like this.”

Jiang Ding gradually understood.

The stronger the Divine Soul, the more incense power it produces.

But the stronger they are, the stronger the beings, the more steadfast their Dao Heart, the less likely they are to sincerely worship any divines, to kneel in true reverence.

Too weak beings are devout indeed, but the quality and quantity of the incense power they produce are unsatisfactory.

This is the contradiction.

The divines here seem to have successfully resolved this contradiction.

In this Divine Dao world, after generations of selection, all mortals can cultivate. Through the network of incense, a vast amount of spiritual chanisms are infused into mortals, causing their Divine Souls to continuously strengthen, continuously strengthening without giving them any power.

On the surface, Tu Sanyi is a mortal.

But if his Divine Soul were to be dissected, it would be found, if the deliberately blocked Sea of Consciousness crystallized were to be unraveled, there would be a cultivator’s Divine Soul appearing at the third or fourth layer of cultivating Qi.

“This entire world is a breeding farm.”

“A breeding farm just like a chicken farm.”

Jiang Ding seed to understand: “Each white-feathered chicken trapped in a cage, the farr daily pours in food through the feeding port to fatten them, in just fifty years they can be harvested, yielding Divine Souls at the fifth or sixth layer of cultivating Qi, occasionally mutating Divine Souls at the eighth or ninth layer, and extrely rarely even Divine Souls at Foundation Establishnt Golden Elixir level will appear.”

“This is the fast-growing white-feathered chicken breeding farm.”

“Above the fast-growing white-feathered chicken breeding farm, there should be higher-grade breeding farms, used for breeding more expensive white-feathered chickens, possessing Divine Souls at Nascent Soul, Divinity Transformation, or even Harmonization levels, these white-feathered chickens can survive for longer periods before being slaughtered.”

“No wonder they are Great Thousand World Level divines, breeding at a level leading the Endless Starry Sky…”

Jiang Ding’s gaze was ice cold.

Enslaving humans taken a step further to treating them as livestock.

Breeding, harvesting, slaughtering, efficient and filled with the aesthetic of Immortal Technology.

These incomprehensible divines should pay the price for their actions.

Jiang Ding’s heart gradually cald down, closed his eyes, and continued to comprehend the Heaven and Earth Rules.

Between heaven and earth, cause and effect were changing, all things developing.

Unknowingly, several years passed.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ding opened his eyes again, looking towards the outside world: “The node of causality and destiny’s change has arrived.”

In his calculated future, here the first step would appear, guiding him to appear before the Divine Son for the first step.

He who controlled the Destruction Law possessed a very high priority rank in the Heavenly chanism Inference, standing from a higher perspective, more easily able to see the future’s Tianji and cause and effect.

If no Supre specifically obstructed and laid traps, even Five-step Extre Daoists could not easily escape his calculations.

As for the possibility of a Supre obstructing the Tianji’s interference?

“Human Race Heavenly Dao…”

Jiang Ding murmured.

In the surrounding world, many causes and effects flashed and vanished like an epic, like a tide, countless Human Race beings flourishing and surviving, brilliance and splendor, disgrace and survival, all kinds of scenes appeared and disappeared.

This is the Human Race Heavenly Dao.

Cold, cunning, ruthless, cold and cruel, everything existing solely for the existence of the Human Race.

This world of Divine Dao’s Great Thousand World, cruelly suppresses the beings of the Human Race, this is the price, the Human Race Heavenly Dao constantly in opposition, constantly seeking opportunities.

Now, the opportunity has co, countless favors appear on this newly erged human being.

In fact, even if this new human being did not appear, the Human Race Heavenly Dao might still be able to turn the tables in the future, but it could take a very long ti, waiting for the Divine to decay before the opportunity truly arises, otherwise, it would just be a repetition of one massacre tragedy after another.

Now, this new human being has arrived.

The Human Race Heavenly Dao favors him.

This ans that this new human being will encounter almost no obstacles in the Heavenly chanism Inference, no fogs, not even the Supre can achieve this.

This is the Heavenly Dao of the Endless Starry Sky Dominator Human Clan!

It provides no power, only a possibility, a future.

Knowing of such existence, Jiang Ding quickly formulated such a bold plan, and he believed he would et the Divine Son in the future.

“I miss it so much,

what is your na, unseen Divine Son…”

Jiang Ding anticipated.

He looked out through Tu Sanyi’s eyes.

It was nightti.

The bonfire crackled, illuminating bright sparks.

The villagers of Kaoshan Village gathered together, looking angrily and fearfully at the center.

There, a beautiful woman was tied up, surrounded by piles of wood soaked with grease. The village temple priest, a kindly-looking white-haired old man, held a torch and solemnly looked at the hundreds of villagers around, angrily saying, “Zhou Xiaocui actually dares to worship demons!”

“This is blasphemy!”

“A cri worthy of death!”

“The Divine gives us food, gives us peace, gives us life, and this wretch actually desecrates the Divine!”

“What should we do?”

The temple priest asked kindly.

“Burn her to death!”

“Burn her to death!”

The crowd shouted, boiling with rage.

“Burn her to death!”

Tu Sanyi was also in the crowd, feeling a bit sad and reluctant, but he also shouted angrily.

This was what his late parents taught him, to always respect the Divine.

For years, he had been farming hard, barely making a living, not knowing much about the Zhou family’s affairs, only that Zhou Xiaocui had been away for a while, and upon her return, she beca a bit odd, saying strange things all day long.

“Burn her whole family to death!”

“The whole family!”

“Her whole family is a bunch of bastards, destined for the Eighteen Layers of Hell!”

Soone else shouted fiercely.

A heretic worshipping demons appeared in the village, and if not dealt with swiftly, the whole village would suffer, and even the ancestors could end up in the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

“Burn her whole family to death!”

The crowd was filled with passionate indignation, and the temple area was boiling over.

The temple priest appeared satisfied.

He clapped his hands, and strong samurai pushed through the crowd, escorting out scared individuals, who turned out to be Mr. Zhou and his entire family.

“Burn…”

Tu Sanyi’s voice unconsciously lowered.

“Burn them to death!”

“Burn them to death…”

The villagers shouted fanatically.

In this extrely fervent devotion, Mr. Zhou’s family was sent to the stake, their mouths were gagged, struggling in fear but unable to break free.

“Wretched creature, do you realize your guilt?”

The temple priest looked sternly at Zhou Xiaocui.

“Fools.”

“You pigs and dogs!”

Zhou Xiaocui shouted harshly, “The gods and buddhas of the heavens are all demons devouring our human race. Your flattery will only lead you to beco a al on the Divine’s table, unlike our family’s clarity.”

“My one day is better than your lifeti!”

She showed no fear.

“You wretched creature,”

“beyond saving!”

The temple priest’s face darkened, and he threw the torch onto the grease-soaked woodpile.

A lick of fla erged, instantly igniting the entire pyre, engulfing the Zhou family, with terrifying cries and the sound of fat exploding.