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Chapter 1131: Old Friends from Beiyuan Die One After Another
After several more years, Jiang Ding returned to the Immortal Gate.

The Big Sun Lake once again entered the 33rd Tiangang orbit and dropped a space anchor point. It slowly moved with the rotation of the mother star's orbit, and revolved around the mother star once every three years.

Jiang Ding did not return to the surface.

There are no relatives of his left on the surface of the earth.

Hundreds of years ago, Lin Yuanwang failed to break through the Nascent Soul stage, even with the help of super-level resources. His talent had reached its limit.

In the end, he used the life-saving elixir Jiang Ding gave him to barely condense a fake infant. Even so, his lifespan was greatly shortened, and he only lived to over nine hundred, almost a thousand years old.

Then, decades ago, when Jiang Ding was still lurking in the Jiaoming Realm, Lin Yuanwang died.

At that time, Jiang Ding's clone went to bid farewell to his last relative in the world.

Many regrets and many past events are gone after all.

In the eyes of others, Da Ri Zhenjun is an old senior and an old monster of Qingfeng University. Three generations of his grandparents and four generations of his great-grandparents have passed away, but he is still teaching in the Adult Kendo Department of Qingfeng University. There has not been any change in him, and he can be called an evergreen tree in the world.

However, what about in the heart of Lord Da Ri himself?

“Time…”

"I am really suitable to get along with an old guy like Emperor Yanshi."

“This way, I can feel happy.”

Jiang Ding whispered: "In front of them, I am just a three-year-old child, extremely immature in every aspect, as vibrant and full of hope as the rising sun."

"It would be great if a strong man like Emperor Yanshi could cut me with his sword."

"I will definitely jump for joy and cheer, and no longer have any sorrow or complicated melancholy thoughts."

Everything really needs to be compared.

You can’t see those little guys from the Immortal Sect too often, otherwise your mentality will become old. It’s more fun to play with old monsters like the Flame Stone Emperor who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

"rise!"

Jiang Ding cast a spell.

Around, the number 4 synthesized Gengjin, a house-sized dark green trunk of the Qingmu sacred tree, the five-colored soil of the Five Elements Heavenly Sect was also good, as well as the Sanqing River Sand of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, the Tianxing Crystal Silk of the Tianji Fairy Palace, and the Wu Earth Mother Qi of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace...

The top treasures from many realms floated in the air, and the endless bright sunlight shone on these treasures. The precious light was overflowing, and the value contained in them was enough to suffocate the God of Transformation.

These are the results of Shenji Tianjun’s activities.

No one knows what price the eight major immortal sects paid before they were willing to give up these top treasures of the sect. They are extremely rare and are worth at least five void-refining battle merits.

The light from the Big Sun Lake all gathered here, and the temperature suddenly rose to a terrifying level. Many natural treasures were about to melt and turn into liquid.

In the terrifying light of the sun, a blue-gold flying sword with cracks all over its body and twisted into a knot emerged from Jiang Dingmei's mind.

Keng!
Clang!

She made a cheerful sword sound, happily absorbing the essence of all kinds of precious natural treasures that were close to sublimating and atomizing under the high temperature. The cracked sword body was slowly healing, and the tingling sensation that came from the sword at all times was slightly cooled, which was relieved a little.

"Repairing the flying sword and restoring the body will probably take... 30 years."

"Only then will my fighting ability return to its peak."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to practice, refining his flying sword, and also allocated part of his soul and computing power to participate in the kendo hall laboratory and various scientific research activities in the immortal sect. He followed the incarnations of Yuan, Shenji Tianjun and others to learn the way of formations, and comprehend the cause and effect of gold.

It is so comfortable in Xianmen, and everything is back to the familiar track.

"Hundreds of years have passed, Beiyuan, how many people are still alive?"

A thought suddenly appeared in Jiang Ding's mind.

However, his plan will not be advanced because of this. He will not leave the Immortal Gate until he has recovered his peak combat strength. This is a matter of principle.

……

Thirty years later.

In the Sun Abyss, the towering Sun God Tree grew again, its shade covering the sky and blocking the sun, but without any shadows, instead, it shone with endless brilliance. Any creature below the Nascent Soul Stage around the tree would die if it touched it, it was truly a dead end. In front of the young man in green, a foot-long blue-gold flying sword was dancing happily like an elf.

The blue-gold sword was straight and sharp, with countless golden runes entwined on the sword surface. Without any cracks, it had recovered to its peak state.

Moreover, the aura is much stronger than before it was damaged.

"It is considered the top among quasi-imperial weapons."

Jiang Ding praised.

He felt that it was a waste to use such a sword to kill creatures below the level of God Transformation. It gave the opponent too much glory, and he always felt that he was suffering a loss for no reason.

"The other thing is..."

Two letters appeared in Jiang Ding's hands.

It is not a jade slip, but a letter, which is more symbolic and is often used to express some different emotions.

These two letters come from An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng.

The two of them are currently serving in the Jiaoming Territory, serving as division commanders under the Jiaoming Territory Expeditionary Front, flying aerospace motherships in combat, and are now at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

They will return in about 20 to 30 years.

Because they are now over a thousand years old and are about to enter a deep sleep, waiting for the opportunity to become gods of the immortal sect. They will not come out until the immortal sect’s survival is at stake.

Before falling into deep sleep, they both wanted to see Jiang Ding.

"After Dinghai Zhenjun and his group, another generation of Yuanying Zhenjuns I'm familiar with are about to enter a deep sleep. Time really brings about many changes..."

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

He wrote back, saying that he would be there at that time.

Afterwards, Jiang Ding disappeared into the Sun Abyss.

……

Beiyuan, Liudao Sect.

Black Demon Palace.

On the Six Paths throne, a young man in blue appeared at some point, looking around in a trance.

The scenery here has not been seen for more than three hundred years.

A thousand years ago, a high school student from the immortal city of Rongcheng came to the Kingdom of Yue for the first time. The scene is still vivid in my mind when I think about it now.

"The Six Paths Sect is still there, and the formation is still there. This is the best thing."

Jiang Ding laughed at himself.

It has been three hundred years. If it were the human world, dynasties would have changed dozens of times and things and people would have changed.

However, for a power that has reached the state of Divine Transformation, this is still relatively normal. A Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarch would probably spend this much time in seclusion for cultivation.

If it were a cultivator in the later stages of his life who was disgusted with the world, it would be normal for him not to see anyone for thousands of years.

In the eyes of many Yuanying Jindan cultivators in the Tushan Courtyard, their Tushan Tianjun had already shown this tendency after becoming invincible in the world and was no longer as diligent in his work.

This is as it should be, and it's normal.

In countless historical records, all Heavenly Kings were like this.

He was very active in the early days, often touring the country and meeting with old subordinates. But as time passed, he rarely appeared and became tired of it.

The only regret is that many cultivators, from birth to death, cannot meet the Heavenly Lord and truly admire the realm above the Nascent Soul.

This cannot but be said to be a flaw in life.

(End of this chapter)