Chapter 887: I'm Done For; I Can Only Return Home to Inherit a Trillion-Spirit-Stone Fortune

Jiang Ding gazed at his treasure vault for a while, tallied the numbers, and slowly walked to the peak of the Yin-Yang Primordial Magnetism Spirit-Nullifying Mountain.

Here, the wild wind howled.

The sky was like a mirror, with a sea of clouds beneath his feet; a glance reached the farthest horizon, bringing a sense of boundless joy.

Surrounding it was a quasi-Fifth-Grade Spirit Vein, where the Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Divine Light of the Spirit-Nullifying Forbidden Art flickered in and out, making the cultivation environment exceptionally excellent.

"Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Divine Light... this is it."

Jiang Ding carefully scanned with his divine sense for a long time, finally confirming it.

This divine light could be merged into the Taqing Flying Sword, causing the Taqing Flying Sword to undergo "light transformation," elevating its speed and sharpness to a new level.

However, this divine light was not naturally present here, gathered into a single strand for one to pick; rather, it was scattered throughout the heavens and earth, requiring special condensation techniques to make it manifest and emerge—a highly profound art.

The Ancestral Master of the Six Paths of the past lacked this technique, so he could only seal this mountain to prevent it from harming the four directions, established a sect here, and in a certain era became the center of the Immortal Dao in the Northern Plains.

After this place fell into decline for countless tens of thousands of years, it might perhaps rise again in the future.

"Immortal sects possess similar techniques."

"They should be able to condense this scattered divine light throughout the heavens and earth into a physical form within a few decades."

"In addition, go to the Tie Family of Guishan immediately."

Jiang Ding made a plan.

Despite all the events that had occurred, his Soul Transformation-level divine sense processed matters with incredible speed; in reality, only a few hours had passed.

Moreover, he had already blocked information transmission within a thousand li radius, so people outside knew nothing of what was happening here.

Even Xi Ping'an, whose Jin Dan-level clone existed, could not transmit information to his main body, leaving him only to speculate.

The same applied to the Tie Family of Guishan.

"The Tie Family of Guishan..."

Jiang Ding pondered.

The Tie Family of Guishan was now the true center of the Immortal Dao in the Northern Plains!

That was the location of a Fifth-Grade Spirit Vein, where Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun had meditated in seclusion for nearly ten thousand years; adding the time Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun had meditated there made it even more distant.

The accumulation of wealth in the Northern Plains over ten thousand years was, in fact, largely concentrated there.

"I cannot let my money run away on its own legs!"

Thinking this, Jiang Ding's heart skipped a beat.

After Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun's death, no Soul Transformation cultivators remained in the Northern Plains families; the remaining people were very weak.

However, those Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, though unable to defeat him, still possessed the ability to destroy the sect gates and annihilate vast amounts of heavenly treasures!

"Would anyone truly be so self-destructive and harmful to others?"

"They certainly would!"

Jiang Ding suddenly leaped up, soared into the clouds, and flew toward the teleportation formation he had built many years ago.

Over these years, the Northern Plains hidden clone had not been idle; as the main body grew wealthier, many teleportation formations were constructed across the Northern Plains for escape in critical moments, some of which had never been activated in hundreds of years.

Jiang Ding found one and vanished within the hazy spatial runes.

After multiple teleportations, Jiang Ding finally arrived beneath an unremarkable grassland, emerging from a hollowed-out granite secret chamber, and looked around.

This location was far from the Tie Family of Guishan, left by a hidden clone bearing a Sixth-Grade Concealment Talisman.

He dared not approach too closely, fearing discovery by a Soul Transformation cultivator.

Jiang Ding identified the direction, concealed his form, and flew continuously for several hours, finally arriving near the Tie Family of Guishan, where he halted and gazed into the distance.

"Guishan, indeed lives up to its name..."

Jiang Ding exclaimed.

Before him stood a black iron mountain peak six thousand zhang long and six thousand zhang wide... no, perhaps calling it a mountain peak was inappropriate.

For it was a perfectly regular artificial construct, a cube meticulously refined by human hands, with smooth and orderly walls, situated at the very center of a Fifth-Grade Spirit Vein.

This was a black iron cube six thousand zhang in length, width, and height!

Viewed from afar, it appeared as a sudden protrusion, a sheer cliff-like creation where birds were forbidden, carrying an air of rigid orderliness.

On the walls of the black iron cliff-like cube, chaotic runes flickered intermittently, radiating a strong aura of sealing.

"This place is not simple, not simple at all."

"This mountain was not formed naturally; it must be a peak constructed by Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun later, moving mountains and filling seas, exhausting the Northern Plains' heavenly treasures and human and material resources."

Jiang Ding quickly deduced the origin of this mountain peak.

"Such immense effort... without a doubt, it was used to seal the Immortal Art pollution upon Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, and it is also the key reason Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun has not yet completely gone mad."

For a moment, Jiang Ding felt some apprehension.

Immortal Art, Immortal Art pollution!

Such things operated without reason, formless and intangible; with the slightest carelessness, regardless of whether one was a realm-defying genius or a Dao Son of an Immortal Sect, one would instantly fall, utterly powerless to resist.

To be exempt, to ignore it, only a True Immortal's own child would suffice.

"Inside here, is it Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's head that is sealed, or the entire old body tainted by Immortal Art..."

Jiang Ding pondered for a long time, then slowly stepped forward, extending his faint divine sense bit by bit to cover the entire Tie Family of Guishan, glancing past the so-called foremost righteous power, Tian Gui Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and other Nascent Soul cultivators, before his gaze finally settled on the very center of Guishan, within the layers of tight seals, where a vague black silhouette lay, causing a chill of dread.

This was the Dao Son's instinct giving a clear warning.

"Perhaps it is better to give up..."

Jiang Ding felt a bit cowardly.

He lacked money, yet he did not lack money.

Lacking money was certain: the Star Fortress-class Super Master Shuoyang Ship plus an entire unmanned Soul Transformation fleet special army group required twenty-three trillion low-grade Spirit Stones, including vast amounts of Fifth-Grade heavenly treasures; selling himself would not even cover the cost.

One must know, this price was already very favorable.

Just that special unmanned Soul Transformation fleet army group was astronomically expensive; it could form an army of one on the Soul Transformation battlefield, with countless warships and aerospace fighters surrounding the Super Master Shuoyang Ship to form a military formation, the kind that ordinary Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun would flee at the mere sight of.

With this kind of power, plus the Star Fortress itself, charging you 230 trillion is already a discount on top of a discount; it's the result of being one of us, applying the cost price with further discounts, adding subsidies, and making a token gesture regarding labor fees, and so on.

Without a Void Refining level power, the Master Shuoyang Sword Disciple in full state, plus this fleet, could level entire realms.

As for saying money is no issue,

it means the Immortal Sect can offer Jiang Ding a loan at ultra-low interest.

The application process is extremely tedious, requiring various guarantees and various collateral; with this much money, no one dares to make a decision lightly. It undergoes layer upon layer of approval, consuming at least a century of repeated reviews before it can finally be issued.

"How about we talk about it again when I reach the peak of Nascent Soul?"

Jiang Ding sighed sorrowfully.

"Money is nothing; my safety is the most important. With the situation outside as it is, I have no choice but to go home and continue relying on my elders, inheriting a trillion in family assets..."

He planned to return.

He felt no attachment to the vast wealth before him, even though that wealth looked staggering, and even though it was guarded only by a group of weak Nascent Soul cultivators, making it within easy reach.

"Let's go,"

Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Ding's steps halted.

He looked toward a dense forest over a thousand kilometers away, his eyes revealing a look of surprise and uncertainty.

In the dense forest, beside a stream.

Great Love Master Dinghai Zhenjun was born with Bai Xi skin, eyes like stars, handsome and dashing.

At a certain moment, he suddenly stood up, turned toward a direction, bowed deeply, and respectfully said, "Junior Great Love, greets Tushan Tian Jun!"

Jiang Ding, concealed within the void, his gaze piercing through over a thousand kilometers, felt a shock in his heart upon hearing this.

How could a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator discover me?

Could it be that my cultivation system has a problem, that the Sword Dao and the Immortal Sect's concealment techniques are conflicting?

To the extent that a Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator from a minor realm, surpassing the Dao Disciple of the Immortal Sect, could detect my existence across a thousand kilometers in an instant?

It must be known that concealment and offense are the two pillars of Jiang Ding's survival in the foreign realm!

Now, one pillar of his livelihood has broken.

This terrible and dangerous result made Jiang Ding's heart chill.

Jiang Ding sank into deep contemplation and self-doubt.

He did not respond to the other's words; his divine sense and sword intent constantly scanned his body and the surrounding space, searching for any flaws and loopholes that had already appeared.

Jiang Ding stood stunned.

He completely ignored the outside world and others; countless runes, array arts, sword techniques, and other Immortal Dao knowledge swept through his sea of consciousness. He meditated and pondered bitterly, falling into a state of complete enlightenment.

He let time pass without realizing it.

Unknowingly, ten days later.

"Junior,"

"Junior Great Love, greets Tushan Tian Jun!"

Great Love Master Dinghai Zhenjun let out a barely perceptible sigh, changed direction, and performed a great bow with utmost respect.

"..."

Jiang Ding stopped his bitter meditation within his sea of consciousness.

(End of this chapter)

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