Forty Millenniums of Cultivation
chapter-2012

Even Li Yao did not notice the sniper when he observed the battlefield with his soul looking down from above.

It was not hard to imagine the expertise of the sniper.

The first bullet that contained explosive energy had been sneaking in the air without a sound and did not spread any ripples at all. If the Fist King had not reacted in time, it might have blown his head up!

Failing to kill the target in the first attack, the sniper did not hide the trajectories of his bullets anymore. Seven streaks of brilliance rushed close from everywhere on the battlefield like seven shooting stars running parallel to the ground, aiming at the critical parts all over the Fist King’s body.

The sources of the seven ‘shooting stars’ were thousands of meters away from each other. However, in Li Yao’s perception, there was only one sniper. He really did not know what kind of clone skills the guy had practiced to allow him to shoot those seven aggressive, expeditious bullets simultaneously!

The left arm of the Fist King’s body was torn apart, resulting in a loss of balance. He had nowhere to dodge, either, as he was surrounded by the Immortal Cultivator players from all directions. So, he simply bellowed and grabbed one of the players before him as fast as lightning and boosted his own spiritual shield and force field to the maximum, taking the seven bullets head on!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

They were not seven bullets at all but seven thunderous cannons opening fire at the same time.

The player who was snatched by the Fist King as a human shield was blown to pieces, utterly unrecognizable.

The Fist King also had several shocking wounds because of the explosions. A lot of thick, transparent liquid spurted out.

“Argh!”

The gold brilliance around the Fist King flourished. His angry and regretful roars reminded Li Yao of a lion faced with the sordid hyenas above the trap.

Crack!

The Fist King still wanted to attack, but his right leg could not bear the weight of his body anymore, and the ankles and knees broke apart at the same time, releasing glittering components.

The Fist King almost fell over, but he stood on his foot again after a tremble and glared at the hyena-like players.

The players looked at each other in bewilderment. They had truly been awed by the Fist King’s dominance at first and were balking beyond their control.

After seeing the Fist King’s miserable condition, however, they were all embarrassed and exasperated. All of them lunged forward aggressively, hoping to reap the Fist King’s last blood.

“He’s mine!”

“Get out of the way! Let me!”

“Who dares steal the kill from me?”

All the players thought that the Fist King was already on the verge of death. Everybody wanted to be the first warrior to kill the ‘boss’. Their hostility toward each other was condensed into daunting killing intent.

Even the mysterious sniper shot another thirteen times in a row, aiming at not the Fist King but the many Immortal Cultivators around him.

All the players sensed the horror of the sniper. Screaming, they hurried to disperse.

The Fist King’s second artificial body, however, exploded brutally at this moment. The gold light that was even more dazzling than the sun rose into the sky, and a gold-winged bird flapped its wings and flew toward Great Iron City!

The Immortal Cultivators did not expect the Fist King to be so tough that he still had a third artificial body in the shape of a bird to help him escape. While they were momentarily dazed, the Fist King flew out of the siege.

The sniper opened fire nonstop, at the risk of exposing his own location. But the Fist King, whose body size had been reduced to the size of a palm, was a hundred times more agile than before and dodged the unavoidable bullets narrowly one after another.

Huala!

The Star Plasma Cannon at the front of Great Iron City opened fire again, shooting out an overwhelming web of fire across the battlefield this time to disrupt the eyesight and movement of the players. The gold-winged bird that carried the Fist King’s soul took the opportunity to escape to Great Iron City.

Starting from the Fist King’s competition with the leader of Liberty City, to the leader of Liberty City being blown back while vomiting blood, to the Fist King accelerating to chase the enemy, and to the many assassins attacking him and forcing him to use up three artificial bodies in a row, a lot of things seemed to have happened, but only three minutes had passed.

In only three minutes, most of the bandits and thugs scattered on the entire battlefield naturally did not know what was happening at the center of the battlefield.

Most people were still charging forward unstoppably in the middle of the iron torrents, destroying everything that could be seen.

At this moment, ear-splitting sirens echoed around Great Iron City again, followed by the Fist King’s furious roars. “Xiahou Wuxin has been killed by me in one punch. Let’s break into Liberty City and conquer the Elysian World!”

The voice smashed the entire battlefield like a tsunami. All the bandits became crazier and more excited than ever, but all the defenders were overwhelmed by panic and fear.

The Fist King was not entirely lying.

Xiahou Wuxin had been heavily wounded by his punches. There was no telling if the man was still alive.

The defense line of Liberty City immediately collapsed!

“Damn it!”

All the Immortal Cultivators who had just attacked the Fist King were so gloomy that ink seemed to be flowing out of their faces. Knowing that their internal competition had caused the best opportunity to slip away, they could not help but whine about each other. It would be ten times more difficult if they wanted to kill the Fist King later.

However, not all the players were on Liberty City’s side.

A lot of players had also been distributed to the Fist King’s side randomly. After realizing what was going on, they could not help but laugh aloud, delighted by their luck.

Li Yao, who had been watching the battle from Great Iron City, felt more and more ill at ease.

He felt that something was not right. After the Fist King’s remaining soul ran back to Great Iron City, the spiritual waves were not disrupted at all. Instead, they became more and more powerful, violent, and crazy.

It was almost like a seal had been opened, and the lord of the underworld extended thousands of strong tentacles to the sky.

The ‘tentacles’ spread to every corner of Great Iron City like veins, nerves, and muscle fibers. The whole Great Iron City was quaking so violently that it was almost like a monster that was gradually waking up!

“Hooo!”

From the depths of Great Iron City, the Fist King’s roars came once more. The skyscraper-like iron fortress had activated the anti-gravity rune arrays on the chassis and simply floated into the air. Then, together with the rapidly revolving gears and chains, the camouflage on multiple shells was removed one piece after another, revealing seven extensible mechanical arms.

On every mechanical arm, super-enormous dragon-slaying swords more than ten meters long and sabers and axes that could shatter mountains had been installed. When they were fully stretched out, the range of their attack reached almost a thousand meters away!

The honeycomb-type heavy firepower platforms and the revolving turrets all over the entire Great Iron City were taken off. The building was practically a mobile arsenal!

Countless spiritual puppets in the form of spiders, scorpions, and animals were moving quickly on the surface of and inside Great Iron City, maintaining the magnificent iron body so that it could bring out the highest combat ability!

Wu! Wu! Wu!

The sirens were roaring, and white steam was popping up. Great Iron City became blurred in the mist, like a Goliath standing above the clouds looking down at the mortals on the ground.

“Hehe. Hehehe!”

The Fist King’s roars turned into cruel laughter, while he raised the swords, sabers, and axes.

“…”

All the Immortal Cultivator players, whichever side they belonged to, were deeply shocked by the oppressive, unbelievably dominating scene, unable to say a word for a long time.

“This is too unbelievable and violent!” the mental devil said gloomily. “So, this is the Fist King’s ‘ultimate form’. Great Iron City is his body. It is with such a special ‘artificial body’ that he’s grown the ambition to unite the Land of Sins and attack Manjusaka!”

“Is this really something the remaining soul of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator could achieve?”

The more he thought about it, the more Li Yao felt that it was not right.

At this moment, in order to steer ‘Great Iron City’, a hundred-meter-tall iron fortress, the Fist King had activated his soul to the maximum, which made Li Yao, who was inside his body, sense a subtle anomaly.

Connecting all the suspicious points from the beginning to the end into a glittering chain, Li Yao felt that he was close to the destination of all the mysteries.

“The rhythm of ‘Fist King’ Lei Zonglie’s soul is rather strange. Why do I have the feeling that he is not a human being?” Li Yao was slightly dazed. He was shocked by his own finding.

Looking through the observation holes on the top of Great Iron City, Li Yao noticed that, although it was the middle of a day, the vivid and enticing Flower of the Other Shore was still clearly visible.

Like a bloodshot eye, Manjusaka, stared at the battlefield without a sound.

“Flower of the Other Shore, and the Immortal Cultivators, what kind of monster have you created?” Li Yao mumbled to himself.

“I vaguely have a feeling.” The mental devil grinned hideously. “Whether or not the Immortal Cultivators are aware of Lei Zonglie’s secrets, they will be burnt by the fire that they want to play with!”

…

All the way up in the sky, on the edge of the atmosphere where the six Heavenly Rails joined, Manjusaka, as a star fortress of an ultra-large scale, floated in silence.

When Li Yao stared at Manjusaka, countless pairs of eyes were observing everything happening on the battlefield from the star fortress that looked like the flower that grew on the entrance to hell.

Inside a hall that was splendidly decorated like a palace, countless translucent 3D light beams were floating around and on everybody’s head. Every light beam was displaying the picture shot from the main perspective of a player, next to the streams of information that displayed their current biophysical parameters, including their heartbeat, pulse, wounds, adrenaline secretion, and spiritual energy usage.

The pictures of the players who had been killed were black and white, and the process of their miserable death was played on repeat.

There were also real-time pictures captured in secret from various perspectives on the battlefield, which depicted the gory war in a relatively macroscopic way.

The largest and the most eye-catching light beam had a ranking. From the scores, the total kills to the completion rate of secondary quests, all the information had been manifested on it.

Half of the place was an ocean of coldness, while the other was a volcano of passion. Illuminated by the rivers of blood and the soaring fire, it was a roomful of casual guests who were toasting each other in a lighthearted atmosphere.

Countless genteel and gorgeous people of the upper class raised glasses now and then, talking and laughing. They were apparently holding a wine party.