Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 110

At this moment, Jiang Tian was like a human reaper, slaughtering his way through with unstoppable force.

Whether it was a spellcaster who had reached the pinnacle of Daoist arts or a martial artist who had mastered inner energy to its limits—he cut them down with a mere wave of his hand, crushing them like ants.

In the blink of an eye, the vast stronghold of the Shennong Sect was reduced to a living hell, a battlefield of carnage.

Piercing screams rose and fell in waves. Halls collapsed, rock gardens shattered, and thick black smoke billowed into the sky. The ground was littered with corpses and severed limbs, the sticky blood pooling into vast puddles. The overwhelming stench of blood drowned out the usual herbal fragrance, so thick it could knock a man off his feet.

“T-this… Our Shennong Sect has provoked a demon!”

Elder Silvermoon’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets as shock, fury, desperation, and regret surged through him, his vision tinted red with rage.

In less than ten minutes, Jiang Tian had slaughtered nearly twenty martial artists and spellcasters, along with countless alchemists and elite inner disciples.

The losses were catastrophic!

What frustrated Elder Silvermoon most was that no matter where these disciples and elders hid—no matter how remote or obscure the corner—Jiang Tian seemed omniscient, instantly detecting their hiding spots before executing them with a single strike.

Jiang Tian was too powerful. He was no match for him.

Only now did Elder Silvermoon realize how severely he had underestimated Jiang Tian’s strength. His heart burned with anxiety as he lamented, “Could today truly be the day our Shennong Sect meets its end?”

“Insolent brat—HALT!”

At that moment, a voice boomed from the peak of Shennong Ridge, a thousand meters above.

Though distant, the sound rolled like thunder, reverberating across the entire sect, reaching every ear with perfect clarity.

“The Sect Master has emerged from seclusion!”

The despairing crowd suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

Elder Silvermoon dropped to his knees, clasped his fists, and shouted toward the peak, “The elders, guardians, alchemists, and disciples of the Shennong Sect welcome the Sect Master’s return!”

“HUA! HUA! HUA!”

Thousands of Shennong Sect disciples knelt in unison, their faces filled with reverence, anticipation, and ecstasy as they chanted, “The elders, guardians, alchemists, and disciples of the Shennong Sect welcome the Sect Master’s return!”

“Ah… Rise. With me here, not a single one of you will suffer even the slightest harm.”

A sigh echoed from above, and then—a tiny white speck appeared at the summit of Shennong Ridge. It grew larger as it descended, finally revealing a figure with billowing sleeves.

Just before touching the ground, he summoned a surge of energy, and two massive ethereal wings—each over five meters long—sprouted from his shoulders, making him resemble a soaring white crane.

With a single flap of those wings, Zuo Zimu glided a hundred meters forward, landing gracefully before Jiang Tian.

The man appeared to be in his forties, with a refined face, sharp sword-like eyebrows, and eyes as bright as morning stars. His tall, slender frame was draped in a white feathered Daoist robe, giving him an ethereal, immortal aura.

“Sect Master Zuo, you’ve finally shown yourself!” Jiang Tian laughed heartily.

Zuo Zimu’s gaze turned icy as he glared at Jiang Tian. “Jiang Taichu, you have some nerve, daring to provoke the Shennong Sect!”

“I’m not here to provoke you,” Jiang Tian replied casually, as if discussing the weather. “I’m here to wipe you out—unless you submit.”

Zuo Zimu’s face twisted in fury. “Jiang Taichu, for someone so young to have reached the Transformation Realm is impressive. But alas, you’ve met me. Today, you die!”

With that, he produced a jade talisman and roared, “Thunder—COME!”

In that instant, the spiritual energy of the world grew restless.

Three hundred meters above Jiang Tian, the clouds churned violently, forming a swirling vortex of black thunderclouds spanning a hundred meters.

“BOOM—CRACK!”

A deafening explosion split the air as a bolt of lightning—thick as an arm—descended like a silver dragon, coiling dozens of meters before striking straight at Jiang Tian’s head.

“Heavens! To kill this demon Jiang, the Sect Master has even used his life-saving Five-Thunder Jade Talisman!”

“That fiend is finally going to die!”

Countless elders, guardians, and disciples wept with excitement, their eyes fixed on the thunderbolt streaking down from the sky.

Everyone knew this Five-Thunder Jade Talisman was Zuo Zimu’s most treasured artifact.

Centuries ago, a celestial master from the Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s Heavenly Master Sect had suffered a heavenly tribulation and fell gravely ill. The then-leader of the Shennong Sect healed him, and in gratitude, the celestial master gifted this talisman.

The jade used in the talisman was ancient thunderstruck jade, naturally infused with immense lightning energy.

The celestial master had spent sixty years inscribing and refining it before it became this talisman.

And during those sixty years, whenever storms raged and thunder roared, he would use it to draw in and store lightning. The energy contained within was so immense that, if unleashed, it could flatten an entire hill.

Even if Jiang Tian had reached the Divine Realm—or even surpassed it to become an Earthly Immortal—he would still meet his end.

“For the sake of protecting the Shennong Sect’s legacy, the Sect Master has even sacrificed the Five-Thunder Jade Talisman!”

The talisman was a one-time-use treasure—once activated, it would crumble to dust.

Many disciples were overcome with grief, tears streaming as they watched the lightning descend upon Jiang Tian, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

“Hmm… This lightning is interesting. Almost indistinguishable from natural thunder!”

Jiang Tian looked up, his hair whipping wildly in the wind, his face illuminated stark white by the lightning’s glow.

The bolt streaked down like a falling river of silver.

A mad grin curled Jiang Tian’s lips as he suddenly bellowed, “With your thunder, I shall forge my divine power!”

The next moment, he kicked off the air and shot upward like a war god ascending to the heavens—straight toward the lightning.

“What is he doing? Seeking death?!”

Under countless horrified gazes, Jiang Tian soared a hundred meters into the air, bathed in the lightning’s fury. Blue sparks crackled around him, hissing and popping violently.

“Lightning Control Art!”

With a low chant, Jiang Tian swept his hands forward.

“ZZZT—ZZZT—ZZZT!”

The lightning bolts, as if tamed, eagerly converged between his palms, forming a radiant sphere of electricity.

The sphere, the size of a basketball, shone with blinding white light, illuminating the entire Shennong Sect stronghold. Every blade of grass, every rock reflected the intense brilliance, forcing onlookers to shield their eyes, tears streaming from the pain.

Standing mid-air, a hundred meters above the ground, Jiang Tian held the thunderball aloft like an ancient deity descended to the mortal realm.

“This… This is impossible!”

Zuo Zimu’s eyes bulged as if he had just witnessed the most inconceivable sight in the world.

“What nonsense ‘Shennong’s legacy’—you’re nothing but a pack of scheming, hypocritical vermin! You dare invoke Shennong’s name?!”

From atop the shattered hall, Jiang Tian’s voice boomed like thunder, pressing down on the entire valley. Many disciples swayed unsteadily, barely keeping their footing.

“This statue of Shennong—you don’t deserve to worship it!”

Bathed in the lightning’s glow, Jiang Tian radiated divine light, like a god walking among mortals.

Without another word, he thrust his hands forward, sending the thunderball hurtling toward the colossal statue of Shennong.

“WOOO—WOOO—WOOO!”

Amidst ghostly wails and shrieks, the thunderball struck the statue—and exploded.

“BOOM!”

The statue split cleanly in half. The upper portion—a hundred meters tall—collapsed like a falling mountain, crashing down with earth-shaking force!

“CRASH—BOOM!”

The entire Shennong Sect trembled violently.

The grand hall below was reduced to rubble, nearly flattened. Dust billowed for hundreds of meters, and debris rained down like hail across the plaza.

Countless disciples were crushed to paste. Guardians were sent flying. Elders and alchemists vomited blood and collapsed.

It was a scene of absolute devastation.

Jiang Tian had seized control of heavenly thunder, condensed it into a sphere, and shattered a hundred-meter-tall granite statue with a single strike—like the god Gonggong toppling Mount Buzhou, or the Thunder God smashing the heavens with his hammer.

“This… Is this even human?”

Elder Silvermoon stood dumbfounded. If that strike had landed on a person, who could possibly withstand it?

“The Shennong Statue… destroyed! I—I am the Shennong Sect’s greatest sinner!”

Zuo Zimu staggered back, his face ashen, shaking his head in bitter despair.

Jiang Tian descended gracefully, his white robes untainted by dust, like an immortal stepping onto mortal soil.

He strolled toward Zuo Zimu as casually as one might walk through a park, then asked lightly, “Zuo Zimu, do you yield?”

“I yield! To think Grandmaster Jiang has mastered both martial and mystical arts—reaching the Transformation Realm in martial prowess and the Dao Body in spellcraft! This humble one is utterly convinced!”

Zuo Zimu, his pride shattered, dropped to his knees before Jiang Tian’s overwhelming might.

Lightning—with temperatures high enough to melt steel, speeds rivaling light itself—was the most ferocious and unstoppable force in all of spellcraft. Even a Divine Realm expert would perish instantly if struck.

Yet Jiang Tian had not only withstood it—he had seized control of it!

This was no longer the power of a human. This was the might of a demon god!

There was only one explanation: Jiang Tian had cultivated an indestructible Dao Body in spellcraft. In ancient times, such a figure would have been a nation’s guardian, revered even by emperors!

“Well then… Do the rest of you yield?”

Jiang Tian clasped his hands behind his back, his expression serene as he scanned the Shennong Sect’s elders, alchemists, and disciples.

“We submit!”

Jiang Tian’s display of lightning control had terrified them all into absolute submission.

“He actually did it… He single-handedly crushed the entire Shennong Sect!”

Shen Mange watched in disbelief as Jiang Tian stood proudly amidst a sea of kneeling figures, feeling as though she were trapped in a dream.

Back when Jiang Tian had first spoken of demanding justice, she had dismissed it as reckless arrogance.

But now, after witnessing him defy even the Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s Five-Thunder Jade Talisman, she knew—their martial arts and spellcraft were nothing before him.

Jiang Tian’s strength was undoubtedly on par with veteran grandmasters, perhaps even rivaling the legendary Divine Realm.

If they resisted any further, the entire Shennong Sect might be wiped out.

Realizing this, Zuo Zimu shuddered in terror, kowtowing desperately. “Grandmaster Jiang, please spare us! We are healers, followers of Shennong’s legacy!”

“Oh? I’ve killed so many of your disciples. Do you wish to take revenge?” Jiang Tian asked with amused curiosity.