Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"Great Sun Swordsman..."

The only remaining Xuanwu Substitute Taoist disciple, Xiang Jia, stood on a giant building ship tens of zhang in size, his Divine Sense flooding in, continuously replaying the scenes from the transmitting Jade Slip.

In the scene, Xia Houding was pierced through the chest by the Blue-Gold Sun, turning to ash and smoke.

"Damn it, this is not much different from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Great Sun Swordsman!"

A look of wariness filled Xiang Jia's eyes.

He was extremely fat, his belly rounded, his face piled with fat layers, leaving only a tiny slit for his eyes, which occasionally closed, completely shielding his vision.

Within the fat, one or two earth-yellow runes flickered.

"The Eastern Devil School has always prioritized crafting intricate mechanisms as its strength, absorbing a bit of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's legacy is one thing, but how could a Great Sun Swordsman appear?"

Xiang Jia was baffled.

"Amitabha, why should benefactor Xiang worry?"

The sound of a deep bell and loud drum filled the air, as treasure light diffused all around. A Buddha figure about a zhang tall chanted Buddhist scriptures, a heavy aura spreading outward: "As long as you sincerely worship Buddha, Heavenly Punishment will descend, causing the Great Sun Buddha Enemy to plunge into Avici Hell, his body and Divine Soul shattered and dead."

All eyes were drawn to him.

This Buddha had a meat bun on his head, his earlobes reaching his cheeks, his aspect solemn, his hands joined in prayer.

Behind him stood six arms, each holding a pair of Golden Wheels, a pair of Zen sticks, and a pair of Treasure Tripods, along with a circle of golden yellow treasure light spreading behind him, bright and splendid.

Ordinary people witnessing this would surely believe they had seen a true Buddha and bow in utmost worship.

"Amitabha, what Maitreya says is very true!"

A group of Foundation Establishment disciples showed sincere devotion on their faces, chanting Buddhist scriptures. Their Divine Sense operated with secret techniques, emitting bursts of false Belief in Incense, pouring into the treasure light behind the Maitreya with the Treasure Tripod.

"Up to this point, Li Zhenzhen's Divine Soul... has already perished amidst the poison of the Incense Fire."

Many of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's Foundation Establishment disciples sighed inwardly, vaguely recalling the spirited young man and feeling a moment of reminiscence.

"Amitabha!"

Xiang Jia's face also showed a smile, relaxing quite a bit: "With Buddha here, the Buddha Enemy will naturally fall into Avici Hell. In the future, when the Eastern Devil School is exterminated, this realm shall transform into an ultimate Buddhist Pure Land, an earthly Buddha Nation."

"All is well!"

Maitreya with the Treasure Tripod clasped his hands together, his six-arm Buddha light brilliant, showing genuine joy: "You devout believers shall surely dwell forever in the land of Ultimate Bliss, immortal and undying, enjoying endless delights..."

Clang!

A sound of a sword cry appeared between heaven and earth, interrupting His sermon.

The Blue-Gold Sword Light, with the shattering Sword Intent, having built up its momentum for a long time, came rushing with terrifying speed. The moment it appeared, it was earth-shattering, arriving in front of the Buddha.

"Great Sun Swordsman!"

Xiang Jia's complexion changed, a double-sided shield shaped like a tortoise shell emerged around his body, thoroughly covering him.

"Buddha Enemy!"

Maitreya with the Treasure Tripod showed the wrath of the Vajra. Two of the arms behind Him tensed with muscle, powerfully hurling two brilliant Golden Wheels. Infinite Buddha light burst forth, and amidst it, there were faint sounds of countless angry scolds and reproaches.

"Buddha Enemy!"

"Why do you seek to destroy our land of Ultimate Bliss?"

"You will surely fall into the eighteen layers of hell, to be reborn as livestock for countless lifetimes, never to find salvation!"

In that vague moment, figures of farmers, merchants, officials, great scholars, beggars, and more appeared, wielding the moral right over the common people, shouting angrily.

The poison of the Red Dust Incense Fire wrapped around them like a malignant tumor, containing the will of thousands of Divine Souls, corrupting treasures, and in an instant, eroding the Divine Sense Brand.

"Is this the poison of the Incense Fire?"

A ripple also went through Jiang Ding's heart in the distance.

The first Vajra Wheel collided with the Taiqing Flying Sword, coming to a deadlock for a moment.

Crack!

In the shocked gaze of Maitreya with the Treasure Tripod, the Golden Wheel He thought indestructible was split by the Blue-Gold Sword Light with a deep crack, letting out a mournful cry, falling into the distance.

The speed of the Blue-Gold Sword Light did not diminish at all as it passed through the edge of the second Golden Wheel and aimed for the brow of Maitreya with the Treasure Tripod.

"This is impossible!"

"Treasure Tripod... Vajra... Indestructible... Unbreakable..."

But Treasure Tripod Maitreya was dumbstruck, muttering nonstop, with the treasure light behind him flickering uncertainly, and the core of the Belief in Incense undergoing violent conflict, showing signs of disintegration.

Treasure Tripod Maitreya, Indestructible Vajra, Unbreakable!

This was the first sentence in the scripture of Treasure Tripod Maitreya Sect, also the first sentence in the prayers of the believers, the faith of countless believers sculpting the god of Incense Fire.

Now, there was a discrepancy from reality.

"Worthless!"

Xiang Jia cursed under his breath, having anticipated this, and stealthily cast a magic spell.

"Indestructible Vajra!"

The eyes of Treasure Tripod Maitreya blurred for a moment before regaining his majestic treasure-like presence. His four pairs of sinewy arms bulged, with two pairs holding Zen sticks and two pairs smashing forward with Treasure Tripods.

Boom!

The two pairs of Zen sticks were once more penetrated, their Spiritual Light dimming, while the two pairs of Treasure Tripods swelled to the size of houses and thunderously met the oncoming force.

Ding!

At last, the Blue-Gold Sword Light was blocked. A deep wound was left on a colossal tripod, grazing from the edge of the Treasure Tripod then returning in the direction it had come from.

"It's just one person, kill him!"

Xiang Jia shouted in anger, tossing a Vajra circle magic treasure embryo, which expanded to the size of a pond.

"Kill!"

The True Disciples around him responded, manipulating the Army Formation.

For a moment, various giant flaming sticks, meteor-like molten lava fireballs, and icy giant blades smashed into the sky, submerging the Blue-Gold Flying Sword in violent explosions, with Spiritual Light collapsing.

A moment later, a Blue-Gold Flying Sword, now considerably dimmed, flew out from within.

It came to a stop beside a young man in green.

"Treasure Tripod Maitreya, it seems that the treasure of Incense Fire that the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace has made for you isn't exactly made of grand materials, is it?"

Jiang Ding chuckled lightly.

Then, with a whoosh, he transformed into a trail of gray-blue Sword Light and swiftly made his escape.

Boom!

Flaming giant sticks, house-sized molten lava fireballs, and gargantuan axes from the Army Formation overwhelmed the area, hitting right at the critical point of their maximum attack range.

"Pursue!"

Xiang Jia led the chase for a moment, but was far slower, only able to watch helplessly as the gray-blue Sword Light broke free from the Divine Soul's lock and disappeared without a trace.

He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and stopped his pursuit.

The speed of Heavenly Palace's base construction Army was far quicker than that of the Eastern Devil School's Qi cultivation and mortal troops, yet, at the apex of combat power, it was the other way around.

He even suspected that the other party hadn't gone far and was watching him from somewhere.

"Let's go."

Xiang Jia snorted coldly, leading the base construction Army Formation to retreat slowly.

"Why isn't he pursuing me?"

Jiang Ding felt somewhat annoyed as he observed Treasure Tripod Maitreya carefully.

According to the intelligence of the Xianmen Sect, such gods of Incense Fire rely on the faith of countless beings for their existence, and in many ways, they are quite emotional, especially when their fundamental doctrines are touched upon.

"Buddha Enemy..."

The eyes of Treasure Tripod Maitreya blurred again, without any change or irrational pursuit, following Xiang Jia as he left.

"Xuanwu Heavenly Palace has delved deep into the exploration and research of the Immortal Path and Incense Fire belief technology, such simple provocations are useless."

Jiang Ding sighed, turned around to leave, and pondered in his mind.

"Xiang Jia... It seems he also won't pursue and kill me, waiting instead for the large Xianmen Sect troops to arrive and besiege me. They have too many people, and I would be helpless if I were to flee."

"Attack the enemy where he must rescue."

"Convene at least four Group Armies to shatter the four-poled Boundary Formation in the southern part of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace. I refuse to believe he can still run; the higher-ups of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace will surely flay them."