Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 729: The Might of Divine Transformation
This is merely a microcosm of the entire battlefield, an insignificant snapshot.
The defense of the third stage spiritual ship is extraordinary; even top magical treasures would find it challenging to breach.
Moreover, the cultivators aboard, whether in terms of cultivation level or magical artifacts, far surpass loose cultivators at the golden core stage.
Thus, across the entire battlefield, those capable of destroying the spiritual ships of the Qian Court coalition can be counted on one hand.
The loose cultivator of the golden core stage above is one of the rare few among countless loose cultivators, yet ultimately, he was reduced to ashes with a single strike from a fourth stage spiritual ship.
More loose cultivators, even when they rose up in retaliation, were merely like an ant trying to stop a cart; magical artifacts and various forms of attacks rained down, and their bodies were soon shattered into pieces, leaving no whole corpse behind.
Rather than a battle, it would be more accurate to describe it as a one-sided crushing.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!!!”
As the Qian Court fleet drew near, spiritual mountains collapsed one after another, and the cultivators on them suffered heavy casualties.
Blazing flames burned fiercely among the mountains.
Tonight, many cultivators would surely be sleepless. Regardless of the outcome of this battle, it would impact the entire Central Domain's situation and might even be recorded in the history of the cultivating immortality world.
“Is this the cultivating immortality world?!”
Standing on the azure flying boat, Zhang Yi turned his gaze back, his pupils reflecting the colorful spiritual lights and the flames that seemed ready to destroy everything.
For some reason, a surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart. Although he had seen much filth in this cultivating immortality world, he instinctively felt anger.
Accompanying this was a deep sense of helplessness.
At this moment, Zhang Yi thought of his family.
Since the failure to reclaim the Annan Six Continents and the probable fall of their ancestral elder, the Zhang Clan had also faced internal retribution from the Qian Court.
“When the family was destroyed, was it like the scene before my eyes?”
Zhang Yi’s expression was emotionless, but his heart was surging with waves; his eyes seemed to burn with flames of anger.
Thinking this, he couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.
Liu Yu's gaze swept over this disciple and grasped the unusual feelings within him, likely guessing at his thoughts, but said nothing further.
Without anger, there is no justice.
Even when succumbing under overwhelming force, even if not well-educated, most people's hearts still yearn for justice and beauty.
They instinctively feel discomfort towards those unjust actions.
Even cultivators from demonic sects might have a scale in their hearts to measure whether certain actions are appropriate.
Liu Yu understood that Zhang Yi felt anger at this moment partly due to his lack of experience.
To him now, it all seemed merely a conflict of interests.
As the loose cultivator group grew to a certain extent, there would naturally be further demands, such as a thirst for cultivation resources and a desire for reputation and status.
But from the perspective of the Qian Court Holy Land, this was undoubtedly a joke.
Why should the hard-earned foundation established by their ancestors be given up to others? What is wrong with guarding the foundation left by ancestors?
To the former, the latter was undoubtedly unjust.
But from the perspective of the latter, the former was just as heinous, a complete brute, a destabilizing factor threatening their rule.
The Qian Court has its own “justice,” and loose cultivators have their own “justice.”
In the end, it all comes down to conflicts of interests, all masked under various banners.
Both sides walk on the right path, neither side is wrong, just standing on different positions.
History will be written by the victors.