Chapter 721: Immortal Gate Industry Shifts to Wartime State

The Sun-Extinguishing Canghai Tianjun and the Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun gathered several Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun who looked exceedingly ancient, brought Jiang Ding and the others to a place named Copper Head Street, and hosted a welcome feast at a food stall.

Spicy crayfish, grilled fish, grilled eggplant... and dozens of beers were ordered.

"Eight horses! Five fists!"

"Six sixes..."

The Sun-Extinguishing Canghai Tianjun and the others shouted loudly while playing finger-guessing games, drinking, and boasting about their alcohol tolerance; they frequently rolled up their sleeves to reveal tattoos, ignoring the constantly frowning expressions of nearby drinkers... quite uncultured.

"Uh..."

At this moment, the voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer sounded.

These are for Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators.

The Sun-Extinguishing Canghai Tianjun and the others did not urge them to drink either; it was like taking several children out to eat, occasionally asking about cultivation and studies, offering encouragement and greetings.

There were also mass-produced magical treasures and Infant Treasures, using large factory magical treasure instruments to draw talismans for attack, defense, escape, concealment, and soul-searching...

"End of Facheng?"

He turned around, left the industrial zone, merged his body with his sword, and a sword-shaped escape light tore through space.

They didn't eat much of the food; it was all ruined by Master Master Dinghai and the others.

The Badaxian Sects surely cannot be unaware of these things currently happening.

The goal of the Immortal Gate must be reached, will be reached, and will achieve complete victory.

"The produced supplies include pills, talismans, tanks, heavy machine guns, and ammunition..."

"Jiang Ding Zi,"

'I understand.'

"Goodbye, Teacher!"

Jiang Ding's expression was dazed.

Jiang Ding suddenly realized and learned it as well.

Moreover, they ate whatever tasted good, and once finished, they told the boss to add more dishes; after all, it wasn't them paying, so there was no need to feel bad.

A Void Refining Great Power, with far-sighted vision, thinking in terms of grand strategies thousands or tens of thousands of years hence; their own lifespan is such that even if their vision were truly short-sighted, to lower-level cultivators it would still appear unimaginably distant.

She did not use the distant name Great Sun Sword Disciple, nor did she use the slightly intimate name Jiang Ding.

Fight to the death!

The administrators found for him by the Myriad Machines Canghai Tianjun were also carefully selected, fully capable of the job, able to stably produce Bright Sun Spirit Iron, and if needed, could immediately increase production capacity to accept orders from other sword cultivators for profit.

A young maiden in a moon-white immortal skirt stood there.

Jiang Ding was about to tear through space to return to his dormitory when his steps suddenly paused, looking down at the industrial zone.

Regardless,

They contentedly ordered a few pots of cool tea from the boss, ate heartily with the spicy crayfish and grilled fish, saying nothing.

All forces were mobilized; the massive domain hegemon war chariot was slowly turning, stirring ripples affecting countless worlds.

"There are more workers..."

Then, the Doomsday Starship would fly along the set route toward the Immortal Gate's final safe haven, End of Facheng, waiting for the distant future.

He flipped through the menu, ordered a dry pot of crayfish plus a large bottle of Shuangwaiwai drink, and started eating immediately, occasionally pausing to hum a few "mm-hm"s, his mouth greasy as he accepted teachings from the Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun and others, imparting cultivation and combat experience.

An instinct arose within Jiang Ding's heart.

His Bright Sun Spirit Iron Factory No. 1 was located right here.

Only after confirming the identity did the array patterns slowly vanish, extremely sensitive.

Yu Yu Qianzi's cherry lips parted slightly.

"Ding!"

This transformation is not only happening within the Immortal Gate; in the thirteen subordinate minor realms, similar things might be happening as well.

Unexpected, yet not unexpected.

Star Sea Fall!

The Immortal Gate, this Immortal Dao Industrial Group, is transitioning to a wartime state!

In the Immortal Dao Industrial War, logistics in the rear are as important as the battlefield in the front; massive quantities of magical treasures, magical instruments, and shells are being produced and distributed to various frontline units, making the most dangerous preparations.

Northern Immortal Capital Industrial Zone.

Jiang Ding waved his hand and bid them farewell.

Most of the remaining time was spent shouting loudly with his brothers, drinking and boasting.

Whenever an elder asked a question, they would stop to answer; otherwise, they just ate.

"The application for End of Facheng status for Qingfeng University Principal, Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and Eastern Group Army Commander Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun has passed review; please check."

He slowly chewed on this word.

Originally, the Sun-Extinguishing Canghai Tianjun wanted to go singing, but Master Master Dinghai and the others, taking advantage of his drunkenness, dragged him directly toward the direction of the Immortal Capital Library.

Billions upon billions of living beings died!

Such a total war might be happening right now.

"The war seems to have already begun..."

"It is delightful."

There were no physical magical treasures or letters,

After the Central Array Spirit Computer's prompt, a gray, steel-city mark appeared in his sea of consciousness, carrying an aura of absolute extinction and law prohibition.

"Many semi-idle production lines, usually just maintained, are now running at full speed; production capacity is constantly increasing..."

The key is that the industrial zone has changed, changed greatly.

Higher-level alchemy factories and artifact forging factories were also operating; Jin Dan cultivators served as managers and core process operators, while Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun oversaw the big picture, producing Jin Dan-level warship shells and Nascent Soul-level mothership shells in an orderly manner.

Within his spiritual sense, such scenes were commonplace.

But that was not the key point; he had visited the Solar Spirit Iron No. 1 Factory many times, and it was currently operating well, with no issues among the personnel.

At the entrance,

Jiang Ding was about to push open the door and enter the Silver Sky Island dormitory when his gaze sharpened slightly, fixing on a distance.

To ensure escape speed, he abandoned his physical body, leaving only himself to maximally shed pursuit and locking by a True Void cultivator.

He visited the Golden Emperor Palace every one or two years to contemplate the Golden Emperor Diagram; now he did not wish to go—cultivation was urgent.

A blue, sword-shaped cultivation light flew through the sky, maintaining a speed near the peak of Jin Dan, occasionally stopping at traffic lights to wait for vehicles to pass.

Jiang Ding's thoughts twisted countless times; he took a deep breath.

Passing several traffic lights, he flew beyond the city's boundaries.

Factories stood in dense rows, with straight plumes of thick smoke rising intermittently, personnel moving about, stretching beyond sight.

After eating for over ten hours straight, the Nascent Soul cultivator's appetite was terrifyingly vast, before finally staggering apart.

Jiang Ding disliked alcohol, could not play drinking games, felt somewhat uneasy, and glanced toward Master Master Dinghai and the other three.

Large quantities of artifacts, treasures, pills, talismans, and cannonballs—not the absolute top-tier, but of mid-grade quality and far lower cost—were continuously produced.

As Jiang Ding's spiritual sense drew near, numerous reconnaissance and detection spells were instantly triggered; through the array spirit's calculations, his location was instantly traced back, and countless terrifying array patterns flickered into view, preparing to surround and annihilate the intruder.

His spiritual sense extended further out.

Moonlight spilled upon her jade-like beautiful face, her gaze complex, silently watching, as if she had waited for a long time.

"Truly…"

How would they react?

In moments of dire emergency, this mark would be automatically triggered, his soul and flying sword instantly appearing aboard the Doomsday Starship in the starry void.

Aside from Lu Ling Master Dinghai Zhenjun, each of these three exuded a strong scholarly air and did not seem the type to enjoy alcohol.

Jiang Ding swept his spiritual sense over the area and, comparing it to the scene he had seen sixteen years ago, immediately noticed many differences.

All of it, everything, would never end.

——Urban skyway, speed limit: Jin Dan level.

Nascent Soul and Jin Dan cultivators were working overtime, cooperating closely.

Jiang Ding froze.

Jiang Ding suddenly felt a kind of suffocation.

Someone,

This term was common among disciples of the Jiudaxian Sect, used for those with only a few encounters and neither close nor distant ties.

"I've come to say farewell."

(End of Chapter)