Chapter 818: Peak Jin Dan

"Jiang Ding!"

Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun stood up and waved toward the distance, calling out.

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Jiang Ding, not understanding what was going on, staggered over and looked at them with puzzled eyes.

"Jiang Ding, when will you be able to form a Nascent Soul?"

Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun asked.

The other Canghai Tianjun also watched with their gazes.

"Probably another three hundred years or so."

"The development of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art needs that much time."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, then added: "It might be earlier, or it might not, but I'm not sure."

This was about the matter of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong.

If he could obtain the inheritance there, the development of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art could be greatly accelerated; if not, then there was nothing for it but to proceed step by step.

"Alright, I understand. Go on and play."

Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun smoothed his blond hair and said mysteriously: "Once you've formed your Nascent Soul, I'll take you somewhere fun."

"Oh."

Jiang Ding replied obediently.

Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun had always been like this—scatter-brained, often doing things beyond people's expectations—and he had long grown used to it.

He returned to the Great Sun Ruins laboratory.

Jiang Ding began repairing some of the incomplete sword arts and Gong Fa that had been excavated—things the Jin Dan cultivators below couldn't handle. Much of it they didn't understand or couldn't do; they had only completed part of the work, and the rest could only be handed up.

For Jiang Ding, this work was still fairly simple. For most of the Gong Fa and sword arts, he only needed to look them over once to deduce the missing portions—it was entirely instinctive.

The rest he would ponder over repeatedly; any that couldn't be solved he would set aside, waiting for the next trip to the Golden Imperial Palace to ask the seniors and seek their thoughts.

In this way, the vast majority of the sword arts and Gong Fa could be resolved.

What remained—a very small number of extremely profound incomplete sword arts and sword Dao Gong Fa from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion—could not be dealt with, and could only be set aside, to be attempted again once his own sword Dao realm was higher.

Or, one could hope that some sword Dao prodigy would stumble upon the answer by chance.

This was entirely possible.

With more sword Dao talents and more time passing, there would always be a few prodigies and eccentrics who had outstanding talent, or a fortuitous encounter, in some particular area, just happening to solve a certain sword Dao problem.

Continuing on generation after generation, that was how a glorious sword Dao sect's inheritance was built.

He wasn't only doing this specialized work at the Great Sun Ruins.

While repairing sword Dao Gong Fa and techniques, Jiang Ding also simultaneously branched off multiple divine sense threads.

These divine sense threads were engaged in teaching at the adult sword Dao department of Qingfeng University, in the Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art and related Gong Fa development at the sword Dao hall research team, and in conducting immortal Dao scientific exchanges and providing sword Dao technical support with numerous seniors.

As well as, most importantly, cultivation, refining the Taiqing Flying Sword, and the super warship.

Each of these tasks required different amounts of divine sense computing power, fluctuating from time to time.

The highest computing power demand came from the development of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art and the repair of Great Sun Gong Fa and sword arts, which year-round occupied over fifty percent of Jiang Ding's soul computing power; the remaining soul computing power was distributed among the other divine sense threads.

Though it wasn't necessarily fixed.

At certain times—for instance, when exchanging ideas with seniors and pondering some problem—the soul computing power demand would suddenly spike, compressing the computing power of the other divine sense threads and flooding entirely into one thread.

Or when a troublesome student appeared in the adult sword Dao department and the teaching difficulty suddenly soared, that too would temporarily occupy a large amount of soul computing power, compressing the other threads.

And so on.

At such times, the avatars of the other threads would appear dazed, like wooden puppets.

Cultivators of the immortal sects were usually like this—octopuses.

Through the immortal sect network and puppet avatars, they handled multiple affairs simultaneously, and their abilities in cultivation, refining magic treasures, and comprehending the Dao were several times those of cultivators of the same rank beneath the Xianzong.

Take Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, for example—they could basically only handle one thing at a time: cultivation, refining treasures, or refining pills. They couldn't divide their attention too much, or not a single task would get done.

This was one of the foundations of a domain hegemon.

Peaceful days passed like this, fulfilling and busy.

Every day, Jiang Ding was immersed in the ocean of cultivation and immortal Dao knowledge; amid various studies and research, his immortal Dao foundation improved bit by bit.

The years flowed by, neither fast nor slow.

In the blink of an eye,

nine years had passed.

Beneath the grey sky, amid clouds full of radioactive dust, a thousand-meter-tall Sun Divine Tree shone brilliantly.

The terrifying radiation environment of the forbidden land caused it no hindrance; on the contrary, it thrived, growing even more comfortably.

Over these years, the trunk had unknowingly grown taller again, as if it had supplemented certain elements essential to life.

"The Taiqing Flying Sword really likes this kind of radiation and solar environment."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

"Does the immortal sect have a nuclear explosion testing base?"

"The kind that conducts nuclear explosion experiments year-round—once I reach Nascent Soul, I'll get one and use it as my cave dwelling…"

"No wait, my cave dwelling is Dayang Dayang Tianchi, so I'll just move an entire nuclear explosion testing base into Dayang Dayang Tianchi."

Jiang Ding planned in his heart.

Crack!

At that moment, from within his body came a faint crisp sound.

The bottleneck from late-stage Jin Dan to peak Jin Dan silently shattered under the churning Wan Hua Ci Yuan magic power.

It was as natural as eating, drinking, or breathing.

The aura on his body shifted, leaped forward, and gradually stabilized.

Peak Jin Dan!

"Sixteen years old!"

"Peak Jin Dan!"

Jiang Ding sighed: "Except for the Son of Immortality, who could be as strong as this Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun? As outstanding? Reaching Peak Jin Dan at such a young age."

Clang!

Almost at the same moment, the Taiqing Flying Sword emitted a faint hum. Inside the flying sword, the eighteenth Great Sun Heavenly Gang Divine Seal completed its final stroke. A self-generated Great Sun Heavenly Palace Divine Seal was formed, merging with the original seventeen Heavenly Gang seals to compose a profound and brilliant Immortal Dao rune.

It seemed like eighteen, yet also like one.

Like stars, like the fierce sun, the seal runes spun within the flying sword, radiating ten thousand rays of light.

Supreme-grade Infant Treasure, the Taiqing Flying Sword!

In the sky, the super-battleship Great Sun hovered silently among the branches. Its aura had long been that of a Supreme-grade Infant Treasure, having reached that state many years ago with no further room for advancement.

This was why Jiang Ding had often suffered headaches over the endless supply of spirit stones these years, feeling his ability to spend money had greatly declined, which left him deeply dissatisfied.

You must know,

for a cultivator, the ability to spend money is closely linked to Immortal Dao potential.

The day one can no longer spend money, that is the day one grows old.

However, now there seems to be a turning point.

In Jiang Ding's eyes, a scarlet light slowly pierced through his pupils, revealing itself outward and extending several inches.

If Teacher Ouyang Hui and other officers were present, they would immediately fall silent, depart instantly, wait a few decades to gauge the situation, and only speak then, never drawing near.

After refining the flying sword for over sixty years, the deep red hue within his sea of consciousness had accumulated significantly.

Unlike before, he could now initially control the killing intent; at least, he could manage the accumulation of killing intent from within a hundred years without it affecting his own thoughts.

Until he chose to unleash it actively.

"Great Sun Qingse Jianzong!"

"The money you owe me is due for repayment!"

Jiang Ding whispered.

His figure vanished without a trace.

(End of this chapter)

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