Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 2104 - 2071: Seven Kills Sword Master

Divine Buddha Great Thousand World.

This is the administrative center of the Beidou Star Domain, the political center, and... the future military center of the Seven Domains.

Beneath the canopy-like Heaven-Covering Banyan, people co and go.

This is the ruling core of the Supre Great Sun Sword Fairy over more than a hundred Great Thousand World territories, where every year countless elites from the Seven Star Regions co to serve the True Immortal of the Human Race, either as guards, laborers, formation workers, or musicians.

The strongest elites co here to beco soldiers guarding the Supre Great Sun Palace.

The most beautiful Sect Saintesses co here to beco palace maidens of the Supre Great Sun Heavenly Palace.

The most outstanding Array Masters and Alchemists co here to refine elixirs, set formations, and build the Immortal Tao Industry system for the True Immortal...

All of this is rooted in the traditions of the Human Race, so no orders are necessary; many ancient Immortal Sects will act according to tradition.

The Xiann do not dare to obstruct these actions.

First, because there is no order from the Supre Great Sun Sword Fairy.

Second, because the Supre Great Sun Sword Fairy currently does not have the power to actually control the star domains. His ability to easily mobilize the Seven Star Regions to fight for him relies entirely on the factors of Human Race tradition.

This is like the concept of the divine right of kings in the mortal realm. It’s tradition, not power, that has built the True Immortal’s authority over the star domains.

In such circumstances, for the Xiann to oppose the traditional practices of the ancient star domain Immortal Sects and act of their own accord would be extrely foolish.

This would be undermining the True Immortal’s authority over the star domains!

Such actions, even for the Xiann, would be an exceedingly dangerous move against the True Immortal at this ti, as one must never forget their foundational roots and sources of power.

To act with impunity, one would need to be a fully matured True Immortal.

At that point, the glorious spectacle of the True Immortal speaking the Heavenly Constitution, where their will becos the Heavenly Will, would manifest.

Over a hundred thousand years, the rule of the True Immortal has ford a certain inertia; the Human Race sects of the Seven Star Regions have beco accustod to the True Immortal’s exalted position.

The Harmonization and Heavenly Person Cultivators have gone through several cycles of reincarnation. Newly born Harmonization Heavenly Person Cultivators are bathed in the glory of the True Immortal from birth, naturally believing the True Immortal to be the master of the star domains.

It can be said that, at present, in the Seven Star Regions, aside from the Supre, all living beings have beco accustod to the True Immortal’s glory.

This subtle influence has resulted in no public opposition from the beings of the Human Race. The Human Race Supre hasn’t even engaged in covert propaganda against it; at most, they remain silent.

After tens of thousands of years, the star domains have ford a prevailing trend that wins the people’s hearts.

This kind of trend can change heaven and earth in the mortal realm; it can alter the lives of all beneath the sun and moon.

In the Cultivation World, it simply adds splendor to an already magnificent scene.

For many thousands of years, so eyes have always covertly watched the Divine Buddha Great Thousand World, those concealed formation-masked plane channels, and those extrely sensitive detection arrays.

Many simulations and calculations have persisted for far too long.

Without relying on any person or sect’s Supre Treasure, the Eight Tribulation Venerable has utilized powerful divine soul computational power to calculate for tens of thousands of years, silently deducing the possibilities.

Finally, on this day, a path has been achieved.

"Is it truly ti to begin?"

Outside the Divine Buddha Great Thousand World, a shadow silently appeared, whispering.

Very strange.

Within and outside the Divine Buddha Great Thousand World, there are various ninth-tier detection formations of strict surveillance: those of the Xiann, the Seven Kills Divine Dynasty, the Wuji Sword Sect, the Hehuan Holy Land, and the top detection formations of each sect were placed here, personally set by the sect’s elites before entering slumber.

At this ti, everything inside and outside the Divine Buddha Great Thousand World was normal, with no warnings whatsoever.

It seed as if the top ninth-tier detection formations of each sect’s holy lands and divine dynasties had failed, just like the Xiann’s top scanning lock-on formations also failed to function effectively.

All this was chilling, creating the impression that the top sects of the Seven Star Regions had reached so sort of tacit understanding and consensus.

However, if people knew that an Eight Tribulation Venerable had spent tens of thousands of years here, deducing countless tis, enduring imnse hardship, it wouldn’t be so surprising.

"Truly,"

"Is it ti, to take this step?"

The shadow slowly revealed its true form, a stern middle-aged swordsman.

It was the Seven Kills Sword Master!

This was his true self.

An Eight Tribulation Venerable, hesitating, wavering, despite having contemplated this matter for over ten thousand years, yet at this mont, he still couldn’t make up his mind.

Because, this is a future of endless calamity.

If it fails, it’s one thing for him to die, but the Seven Kills Divine Dynasty’s dao lineage of millions of years would be utterly extinguished, and this era would completely vanish, with no future whatsoever.

In the future, after the passage of ages, after many eras, perhaps so beings of the Human Race may obtain the Seven Kills heritage from the Seven Kills Star Constellation or the Human Race Heavenly Dao, but these beings would have no connection to the Seven Kills Divine Dynasty anymore; the sect would have essentially beco extinct, and the inheritance of past Ancestor Masters would beco a void.

This is the horrifying price of provoking the True Immortal!

"Seven Kills!"

"You beast!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing!"

The Seven Kills Sword Master looked up.

Vaguely, he saw the foggy void, as if the successive Ancestor Masters had resurrected, appearing before him, either shouting abuse, pleading bitterly, or reasoning logically to persuade him...

Give up!

Give up!

There’s really no great hope for success!

Why not just be content?

The successive Seven Kills Sword Masters inevitably died of old age, as will you; what regrets do you have?

It’s not because of a lack of talent, ability, or opportunity!

No one has wronged you, and the sect has never wronged you, from nurturing you in your youth to achieving Supre status, the sect has always stood by your side.

You’ve also made great contributions to the sect, allowing the sect to reestablish itself in the star domain, preventing it from being overthrown by Wuji Sword Sect’s traitor rebels.

This is the real you!

This is the sect’s ritorious you!

Many Ancestor Masters’ phantoms were advising, foreseeing various futures, pointing out real risks, roaring and shouting.

"Master, Ancestor Master..."

The Seven Kills Sword Master pursed his lips.

This Supre montarily showed a rare sign of weakness before his long-dead master and Ancestor Masters.

He knew these were not the Ancestor Masters and master.

This matter, he told no one, not a hint was whispered to the sect’s foundational Supre Treasure because he knew all of the sect’s heritage would betray him, choosing rational actions for the sect’s continuation.

He knew these were not the intents of the Ancestor Masters and master.

This was his own heart.

This was his own heart’s attachnt to the sect, to his holand, to his children and descendants, to the desire for the lineage of past Ancestor Masters to endure...

All these ford an internal demon, obstructing his path.

Should he fail, all those attachnts, under the True Immortal’s wrath, would turn to nothing; all he cherished would et the most brutal fate, leaving no place to be buried.

To give up?

Should he give up?

The Seven Kills Sword Master whispered in his heart.

A terrifying killing intent slowly arose.