Chapter 932: A Century Flew By in a Blink; The Immortal Sects Convened the Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun Conference

Jiang Ding silently gazed at the last living relative in the world.

Listening to his yearning;

Listening to his complaints;

Listening to his various arrangements, arranging all matters for after his departure...

"When I leave, you will be all alone."

"In heaven and earth, only you remain in the family."

Lin Lin Yuanwang sighed deeply: "Do not worry. Cultivators are meant to be alone. I have been so these years, and you have been so these years; there is nothing wrong with that."

"Days pass, and eventually, one adapts."

"Mm."

Jiang Ding nodded gently.

The two talked for a long time, discussing childhood matters, Jiang Garden, his maternal grandparents, his uncle and aunt, and Jiang Garden's daughter, Xiao Yun, who had already advanced to the Jin Dan Jing Gao Jie realm, endured much hardship and tempering, and felt somewhat distant from this side.

After staying for several days, the two waved goodbye.

At the parting, Jiang Ding advised Lin Lin Yuanwang not to lose heart and to continue striving.

Lin Lin Yuanwang agreed, stating he would not completely fall into despair; after busying himself with raising the younger generation, he would still cultivate.

Amidst the whistling wind, Jiang Ding flew through the atmosphere, breaking upward to return to the Tiangang Orbit.

The melancholy in his heart gradually eased.

These hundreds of years of life were not spent in vain; he had gradually come to see some things more openly.

Of course, an important reason for this was that he was not a narrow-minded believer in bloodline concepts.

In Jiang Ding's heart, there were still many people in the Immortal Sects who were like relatives, fellow Daoists walking the same path, who could rely on each other, chat, seek advice, and watch the young sword cultivators of the small sects grow...

Companions on the path continued to arrive without end.

His emotions had not completely lost their anchors, so he did not feel that utter loneliness of falling into a deep abyss where only one person remained between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Jiang Ding somewhat understood the feelings of Xu Yan, Shuo Yang Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, and others.

Cultivators are also human; living in this world, one always needs emotional anchors.

Some people regard blood relatives as their entire emotional anchor, unwilling to lose them, often falling into extreme madness devoid of any moral constraints.

Of course, understanding does not mean it is correct.

One person has a family, and millions have families, each with their own relatives.

To recklessly slaughter and destroy others' families for the sake of one's own family is ultimately wrong; dying for it is only fitting.

This is a wrong path.

It can be seen that Xu Yan and Shuo Yang Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun did many things violating the bottom line for the sake of their blood relatives, almost disregarding any cost.

But in the end, their relatives still gradually

passed away; even though the family had proliferated for hundreds of generations, producing tens of thousands or even hundreds of millions of people all calling themselves ancestors, they were no different from strangers.

No matter how many descendants one produces, in this world, relatives like mothers and siblings will never appear again.

Only those walking the same Great Dao will continue to appear and accompany one.

"Strive on, my cousin."

Jiang Ding whispered.

He would still help the last active relative in the world, granting him an excessive opportunity to form a Nascent Soul, but whether he succeeds depends entirely on himself.

The cold Heavenly Dao does not shift according to human will.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death; the cycle of heaven and earth.

Even at this very moment, Jiang Ding had a sudden realization.

Even if in the future he could master the Heavenly Dao and reverse time, he might not necessarily resurrect those from the past, because the self of that time would inevitably possess a realm similar to Taishang Wangqing, and might not retain the emotions of today.

Returning to the Dayang Dayang Tianchi.

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense over the four directions.

Liu Liu Futong, Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Warship Design Institute, was still busy.

Wang Xilan, Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Agricultural Research Institute, and her students were the same; their efforts had already borne fruit, and many places within the Dayang Tianchi had revived with life.

Along the banks of the Moon Xihe, a vast grove of trees named Iron Sword Wood grew, flowers blooming brilliantly; Moon Spirit Butterflies fluttered in the white mist, magnificent and beautiful;

Along the banks of the Sun Yanhe, a vast expanse of fiery red Flame Sword Bamboo grew, with various magma-swimming fish darting through;

These species, such as Iron Sword Wood and Flame Sword Bamboo, were all highly adapted to the environment of the Dayang Dayang Tianchi; these plants themselves were extremely excellent sword Dao heavenly treasures and earthly wonders, capable of being refined into flying swords, capable of being refined into recyclable missile bodies, and if they fully matured, they would generate a vast fortune every year.

The appearance of these species was partly due to screening species naturally existing in nature, but mostly the result of the Agricultural Research Institute's work, continuously inducing mutations within the Dayang Dayang Tianchi and finally screening out the species with the fastest growth and highest output value.

These species numbered in the tens of thousands and were still increasing, continuously adding to the species diversity and ecosystem diversity within the Dayang Dayang Tianchi.

Thanks to their efforts, in less than ten years, the circulation speed of the Dayang Dayang Tianchi seemed to have quickened slightly, by perhaps two or three percent.

It must be noted that these species were only in their initial growth stage, not yet mature, yet they already produced such effects.

If these species fully matured and constructed ecosystems one by one, then the effect would easily multiply by dozens of times.

"Truly the Agricultural Research Institute of the Immortal Sects!"

Jiang Ding rejoiced and ordered: "Yue, prepare their bonuses; it must be the kind that satisfies them completely."

"Sword Disciple, it has already been given."

"After seeing the results, I give it once every three years."

"

Yue Ling could not help but sigh in admiration: "The Dongji Demon Sect has surpassed the Qingmuxian Sect in spiritual plant planning and cultivation in certain aspects, becoming much stronger than three thousand years ago."

"That is good."

Jiang Ding automatically ignored the hostility the Master Shuoyang Sword Pavilion's Moon Spirit held toward the Immortal Sect.

He came to the Sun Abyss, swept his divine sense in all directions, and discovered some changes—on the ground there were some additional golden-yellow moss-like things.

These golden-yellow mosses found it hard to survive in the harsh Sun Abyss, having to face tens of thousands of degrees Celsius of high temperature and the destructive burning of Master Shuoyang Sword Intent at all times, and were slowly dying off—projected to all perish within two years.

"Sword Son,"

"They say this is called Sun Moss,"

Moon Spirit explained: "It's still in the breeding process; it may need several hundred years to stabilize. It can nurture and enhance Master Shuoyang Sword Intent, add to the tempering effect of Master Shuoyang Sword Intent on sword cultivators, and is also a top-grade heavenly material and earthly treasure—it may have an effect on enhancing Sword Intent."

"What you see now, Sword Son, is the juvenile state of the Sun Moss; once it matures, it will turn into glowing orbs floating in the air."

"But they say this isn't certain—the project may fail, or it may succeed."

She wore an expression of utter wonder.

The Dongji Demon Sect could always find many strange and odd, but genuinely useful, things.

This point alone put it ahead of Qingmuxian Sect—Qingmuxian Sect could only choose from existing inheritances, never treating the new development of an inheritance as a backup option.

"This is quite normal."

Jiang Ding expressed his agreement.

Scientific research is just like that—constant trial and error with high costs, but once there is output, the results are wonderful; profits dozens of times over are commonplace.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged inside the Sun Abyss.

The Sun Divine Tree broke through the soil behind him, its branches connecting to the Dayang Dayang Tianchi array, forming a resplendent blazing sun among the shade that smelted all things of heaven and earth.

Master Shuoyang Radiant Gold, piles of metal-attribute heavenly materials and earthly treasures, along with ordinary materials, were poured in, sizzling as they melted to become the foundation of the Master Shuoyang Tiangang Divine Prohibition.

Jiang Ding used his divine sense and Sword Intent as a brush, and all the metal under heaven as ink, to carve the twenty-first Tiangang Prohibition bit by bit within the Taiqing Flying Sword.

While refining the flying sword, his divine soul split off part of its computing power for cultivation, lecturing, researching and developing the Master Shuoyang Soul Transformation secret art, and reading the Immortal Sect's latest immortal dao research literature—carrying out multiple threads of work simultaneously.

Especially the Master Shuoyang Soul Transformation secret art, which tied up a massive amount of his divine soul's computing power, leading tens of thousands of Sword Intent sword cultivators in the Sword Dao Hall's laboratory to work together.

At present, according to the calculations of the Central Array Spirit Computer, the Master Shuoyang Soul Transformation secret art required thirty-six thousand years of research and development time.

Thirty-six thousand years.

Very helpless—just that much.

The further one goes, touching upon profound immortal dao knowledge, the harder the research and development becomes

This is also unavoidable.

The half-portion of the Soul Transformation secret art that the great power of Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace had been forced to give still couldn't be used now; it had to undergo several hundred years of repeated verification, otherwise it would likely be instantly schemed against by Heavenly Secret great powers.

Just like that, Jiang Ding was immersed in cultivation, refining his flying sword, deducing the Soul Transformation secret art, and learning new immortal dao knowledge—gaining something every day, full of enthusiasm, and not finding it tedious at all.

Time flowed like water, day after day passing by.

Unconsciously,

A hundred years passed.

……

On this day, Jiang Ding awoke from cultivation, opened his eyes, and looked at an official classified email before him, his heart giving a start.

"Citizen Jiang Ding, the Immortal Sect will convene a Canghai Tianjun-level meeting at the Golden Imperial Palace in ten days. Please arrive on time."

"Violators will be dealt with according to military law."

After an interval of several hundred years, it had come again.

The last time Jiang Ding, a civil staff member at Clear Wind University, had received such a sternly worded document was during the Realm War, when the situation in the realms was precarious as a stack of eggs, and the Immortal Sect could be breached by the joint attack of the Badaxian Sect at any moment.

This time, something enormous must have changed.

(End of this chapter)