Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The sky, the earth, the universe, gradually returned to calm.

The shaking planets, nearly on the verge of shattering, slowly stabilized, leaving only the scarred starry sky.

Two-thirds of Yue's moon was missing, hanging precariously and about to be captured by Yue's gravity, about to crash to the ground, triggering another round of ecological disaster;

Mars, Jupiter, and other planets were shattered beyond recognition, the Immortal Tao industry zone was severely damaged, and the planetary landscapes were permanently altered, leading to mass extinction of flora and fauna;

Even the Blue Star Mother Star, veiled by many Formation Methods, was plagued by constant volcanic eruptions, mountain rises and falls, peaks jutting out then sinking, transforming into deep gorges and canyons, with the land incessantly fracturing...

The entire Solar System underwent permanent changes!

Fortunately, everything has settled down. The Xianmen Sect, like the countless life-and-death tribulations it has experienced in history, once again achieved a hard-fought victory.

"Victory... at last..."

Yuan's eyes were somewhat moist as he reached out his trembling hands to catch the Xuanwu gold Flying Sword flying over from a distance.

His body suddenly sank, and his arm bones nearly fractured, even for someone commanding the army formation of the entire Central Group Army Fleet, it was temporarily overwhelming, and it took him a long time to recover.

This three-foot-long Flying Sword looked small, yet its mass was on par with that of a cosmic black hole!

With just pure weight, many Minor Thousand Worlds would collapse, the World Barrier would shatter, peaks would collapse, the crust would fracture, and biological mass extinction would occur, taking countless tens of thousands of years to restore the surface ecology.

Such a terrifying Flying Sword, in the past, in its Sword Master's hands, was as light as a feather, easily reaching near-light speed, destruction on a whim.

"Immortal Path's individual powerhouses are truly terrifying..."

Yuan took a deep breath.

His Divine Soul connected to the Citizens' Will of the fleet, sending out Spiritual Son Divine Consciousness Radar Waves, meticulously scanning everything on the Xuanwu gold Flying Sword, especially focusing on the whereabouts of life on the Flying Sword.

Divine Machine True Venerable, Wanji True Venerable, Sun Destroying True Venerable, and others watched nervously.

After a long time.

"Still alive."

Yuan exhaled slightly, revealing a smile: "As we predicted back then, the Great Sun Sword Master's life is harder than a cockroach's; as long as he wins the Sword Fight, as long as his Life Flying Sword remains, it's hard for him to die."

"His Flying Sword contains a complete set of living cells; recovery won't be an issue."

"In fact, even without anyone's help, if he's casually tossed into any place in the Immortal Dao Universe, he can absorb and convert Chaos to recover.

But this natural recovery might take tens of thousands of years, maybe even more than twenty thousand, given how severe his injuries are, with his entire flesh body reduced to ashes..."

"Hahaha!"

"I kept telling you, it's fine..."

Sun Destroying True Venerable laughed heartily.

Surrounding Xianmen cultivators all smiled, feeling completely at ease in their hearts.

The Great Sun Sword Master was not dead.

As long as the Great Sun Sword Master lives, Xianmen is without worries; even if the Mother Star is shattered and the Immortal Tao Industry Zone becomes ruins, as long as people remain, everything can be rebuilt, everything can be restored to its original state.

Supported by the crowd, Yuan cautiously placed the Great Sun Immortal Spirit Gold Flying Sword on the highest level healing ship of the Central Group Army Fleet, nurturing it with the entire fleet's strength, for healing.

"With the Mother Star damaged, this is all we can do for now."

"Given the current conditions, it's estimated that it will take him about eight thousand years to fully recover, but once the Mother Star's Healing Array restores, it should speed up by a few thousand years..."

Yuan silently calculated for a moment and then informed everyone of the results.

Everyone rationally handled various battlefield matters; they looked towards the Mother Star, seeing the citizens' corpses with dried essence blood piled like mountains, a wave of uncontrollable sorrow surging in their hearts.

Tragic.

Too tragic!

Xianmen had never suffered such terrifying casualties, with the direct death toll of citizens reaching over thirty trillion, spread across the nine major planets in the Solar System, throughout various Spatial Array Secret Lands, with bodies nearly covering entire planets.

This was the deadliest battle for Blue Star civilization to date.

Endless sorrow, endless mourning filled the hearts of the Central Group Army Fleet soldiers, many with red-swollen eyes, unable to hold back tears, sobbing, and even cultivators couldn't control their hearts.

Tens of trillions of casualties.

What was this lightweight number in the report?

It was their fathers and mothers, their brothers and sisters, their children, their friends they interacted with day and night, their lovers...

How could these casualties be just cold numbers?

"Children, my condolences..."

Wanji True Venerable opened his mouth, eventually remaining silent, wordless.

He had been through such a period, during the era when Xianmen was ruled by the Xuanwu tiangong, during the years when the Great Sun Sword Pavilion invaded the Mother Star, where many relatives departed just like this, not offering comfort from afar and above.

Yet precisely because he had experienced the departure of these relatives, he knew even more that comforting words couldn't change anything, couldn't ease the hearts by much, only waiting for time to pass to gradually adapt to everything.

Every ancient cultivator inevitably experiences all worldly pains.

"This calamity... lies with me."

"As Xianmen's leader, failing to detect the Mother Star's danger is solely my fault."

Yuan remained silent for a long time and said, "Once the situation stabilizes, I will resign from my Xianmen position, leaving it to more suitable citizens; I am incapable, please punish me."

He bowed deeply, apologizing to both the deceased and the living.

"You need not do so."

"Not the leader's fault."

In their grief, many citizens waved their hands to stop him.

"Indeed, we are resentful. Leader, this is an uncontrollable instinct in our hearts. People always seek someone to blame; this is a human weakness, but don't mind it..."

An eye-swollen cultivator sighed.

He was grieving for his lost parents and didn't wish to say more, just gazing blankly into the distance.

"Yuan, it's not your fault."

"This calamity is inevitable as Xianmen keeps expanding; as time passes, it will inevitably draw the attention of increasingly powerful enemies."

Divine Machine True Venerable sighed deeply: "The enemy possesses Immortal Science technology far exceeding ours; it couldn't be without reason?"

"Could mere caution suffice for defense?"

"If caution could handle everything, why would we risk everything to develop Immortal Science technology."

"The resentment is normal, the sadness in our hearts; you need not mind."

"It's not your fault..."

Everyone tried to console, all sighing.

Amidst mutual consolation, many felt a bit better in their hearts.

Though they lost loved ones, they still had fellow citizens to rely on, to grow together, to go through life's future.

Everyone worked to restore Xianmen, build Xianmen, ensuring future descendants wouldn't suffer today's calamity anymore.

"The urgent task at hand is to restart the Central Array Spirit Computer!"

"Post-war construction can wait a bit."

Wanji True Venerable said solemnly, "Although the Ancient God was slain by the Great Sun Sword Master, the dark moves he left in the Central Array Spirit Computer remain; restarting them would mean disaster."

"Indeed."

"The risk cannot betaken..."

This measured advice was agreed upon by everyone.

Yuan accepted this immediately and issued a mandatory order as leader to restart the Central Array Spirit Computer. This time everything went smoothly without any obstacles, a massive blaze of data fire appeared again on the Divine Wood Sky Covering Rong, with bluish destruction flames reflected on it.

Startled, everyone's hair stood on end, looking at Yuan with horror.

The Ancient God Ancestor Master, not dead?

"Everyone,"

"There is good news."

Yuan had a complex and subtle expression.

"There are still more than a thousand billion citizens alive, residing within the Central Array Spirit Computer... within their divine souls, if we restart, they will die."