A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding silently looked at his last relative in the world.

Listening to his vision;

Listening to his complaints;

Listening to his various arrangements, arranging various things after his departure...

"When I leave, you will be alone."

"You are the last person left in the world."

Lin Yuanwang sighed: "Don't worry about anything. Immortal cultivators are always alone. I have been like this for these years, and you have been like this for these years. There is nothing wrong with it."

"As time goes by, you will get used to it."

"Yeah."

Jiang Ding nodded gently.

The two chatted for a long time, talking about childhood, Jiang Yuan, grandparents, uncles and aunts, and Jiang Yuan's daughter Xiaoyun, who has been promoted to the Jindan realm and has experienced many hardships and hardships. She is not very close to this place.

After staying for a few days, the two waved goodbye.

Before leaving, Jiang Ding advised Lin Yuanwang not to lose heart and to continue to work hard.

Lin Yuanwang agreed, saying that he would not be completely decadent, and would still practice after being busy cultivating the younger generation.

…

In the whistling wind, Jiang Ding flew in the atmosphere, broke through upwards, and returned to the Tiangang orbit.

The melancholy in his heart gradually eased.

These hundreds of years of life were not spent in vain after all, and he gradually became more open-minded about some things.

Of course, one of the important reasons is that he is not a narrow-minded person with bloodline concepts.

In Jiang Ding's mind, there are many people with similar relationships in the immortal gate. They are all fellow Taoists walking on the same path. They can rely on each other, chat, ask for advice, and watch the sword cultivators of the small immortal gate grow up...

There is an endless stream of people walking with him.

His emotions have not completely lost their anchor points, so there is no sense of loneliness of being completely trapped in the abyss and being the only one left between heaven and earth.

At this time, Jiang Ding somewhat understood the feelings of Xu Yan, Shuoyang Tianjun and others.

Immortal cultivators are also human beings. They always need emotional anchor points in life.

Some people regard their blood relatives as all their emotional sustenance. They don't want to let them lose, so they often fall into extreme madness without any moral constraints.

Of course, understanding is understanding, but it does not mean correctness.

One person has a family, and millions of people also have families and relatives.

For the sake of one's own family, it is wrong to wantonly slaughter and destroy other people's homes, and it is reasonable to die.

This is a wrong path.

It can be seen that Xu Yan and Shuoyang Tianjun did many things that violated the bottom line for their blood relatives, almost at all costs.

But in the end, their relatives still died one after another. Even if the family has reproduced for hundreds of generations, hundreds of thousands, and hundreds of millions of people, these people call themselves ancestors, but they are no different from strangers.

No matter how to reproduce offspring, there will be no relatives like mothers and brothers and sisters in this world.

Only those who walk with the great way will always appear and accompany.

"Try hard, my cousin."

Jiang Ding whispered.

He will still help the last active relative in the world and give him an extra chance to form a baby, but whether he succeeds or not depends on himself.

The cold way of heaven is not subject to human will.

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

Even at this moment, Jiang Ding had a kind of enlightenment in his heart.

Even if he could control the way of heaven and reverse time in the future, he would not necessarily revive the people in the past, because at that time, he must have a state similar to the Supreme Forgetfulness, and might not have the emotions of today.

Back to the Sun Lake.

Jiang Ding's consciousness scanned the four directions.

Liu Futong, the True Lord of the Warship Design Institute, was still busy.

The same was true for Wang Xianlan, the True Lord of the Agricultural Science Academy, and her students. Their efforts have paid off, and many places in the Tianchi have regained vitality.

Beside the Yuexi River, there is a large grove of iron sword trees, with flowers in full bloom and moon butterflies flying in the white mist, which is magnificent and beautiful;

Beside the Riyan River, there is a large area of ​​fiery red sword bamboo, and various magma fish swim through;

These species, such as iron sword wood and sword bamboo, are very adapted to the environment of the Sun Lake. These plants themselves are excellent sword materials and treasures. They can be refined into flying swords and recyclable missile embryos. If they grow up completely, they will be a huge fortune every year.

The emergence of these species is partly the result of selecting species that already exist in nature, and most of them are the results of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. They continuously induce mutations in the Sun Lake, and finally select the species with the fastest growth and the highest output value.

There are tens of thousands of these species, and they are still growing, which continuously increases the species diversity and ecosystem diversity in the Sun Lake.

With their efforts, in less than ten years, the speed of the operation cycle of the Sun Lake seems to be a little faster, about 20% to 30%.

You know, these species are just starting to grow, not yet mature, but they have such an effect.

If these species are fully mature and build ecosystems, then the effect will be easily multiplied by dozens of times.

"It's worthy of being the agricultural science academy of the immortal sect!"

Jiang Ding was delighted and ordered: "Yue, prepare bonuses for them, and make sure they are satisfied."

"Jianzi, I have given it."

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

Yue Ling also had to admire: "Dongji Demon Sect has surpassed Qingmu Immortal Sect in some aspects of spiritual plant planning and cultivation, and is much stronger than three thousand years ago."

"That's good."

Jiang Ding automatically ignored the hostility of Yue Ling of the Sun Sword Pavilion towards the Immortal Sect.

He came to the Sun Abyss, and his spiritual sense swept around, and found some changes. There were some golden moss-like things on the ground.

These golden mosses are difficult to survive in the harsh Sun Abyss. They have to face tens of thousands of degrees Celsius of high temperature and the destructive burning of the Sun Sword. They are slowly dying and are expected to die out within two years.

"Jian Zi,"

"They said it's called Sun Moss,"

Yue Ling explained: "It's still in the breeding process, and it may take hundreds of years to stabilize. It can nourish and enhance the Sun Sword, and increase the sharpening effect of the Sun Sword on sword cultivators. It is also a top-notch natural treasure, which may have an effect on the improvement of sword intent."

"Jian Zi, what you are seeing now is the juvenile state of the Sun Moss. When it matures, it will become a bunch of light spots floating in the air."

"But they said this is not necessarily the case. The project may fail or succeed."

She looked amazed.

Dongji Demon Sect can always find many strange but really useful things.

This is better than the Qingmu Immortal Sect, which can only choose from the existing inheritance and never considers developing a new inheritance as an alternative.

"This is normal."

Jiang Ding agreed.

Scientific research is like this, continuous trial and error, high cost, but once there is output, the result is also very good, dozens of times of profit is common.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged in the Sun Abyss.

The Sun God Tree broke out of the ground behind him, and its branches connected to the Tianchi formation, forming a bright sun between the shades of the trees, melting all things in the world.

The Great Sun Gold and piles of gold-based natural materials and treasures, all materials poured into it, were melted, and turned into the basis of the Great Sun Tiangang Divine Prohibition.

Jiang Ding used his divine consciousness and sword intention as a pen, and the world's ten thousand gold as ink, and carved the twenty-first Tiangang Prohibition bit by bit in the Taiqing Flying Sword.

While refining the flying sword, his soul divided part of its computing power for cultivation, teaching, researching and developing the Great Sun Mystic Art, reading the latest research documents of the immortal sect, and performing multi-threaded work at the same time.

Especially the Great Sun Mystic Art, which involved a lot of his soul computing power, leading tens of thousands of swordsmen in the sword hall laboratory to work together.

At present, in the calculation of the central array spirit computer, the Great Sun Mystic Art requires 36,000 years of research and development time.

36,000 years.

Very helpless, that's it.

The later it is, the more advanced the knowledge of the immortal way is, the more difficult it is to research and develop, and this is helpless.

The half of the Mystic Art that the Xuanwu Tiangong Mighty was forced to give cannot be used now, and must be repeatedly verified for hundreds of years, otherwise it is estimated that it will be calculated by the Tianji Mighty in an instant.

In this way, Jiang Ding was immersed in cultivation, refining the flying sword, deducing the Mystic Art, and learning new immortal knowledge. He gained something every day, was excited, and did not feel boring.

Time passed like flowing water day by day.

Unknowingly,

a hundred years have passed.

…

On this day, Jiang Ding woke up from his training, opened his eyes, and looked at an official confidential email in front of him, his heart trembled.

"Citizen Jiang Ding, the Immortal Sect will hold a Tianjun-level meeting in the Golden Palace in ten days. Please be there on time."

"Violators will be subject to military law."

It has come again after hundreds of years.

The last time Jiang Ding, a civilian staff member of Qingfeng University, received such a harsh document was during the Realm War. At that time, the situation in the Realm was precarious, and the Immortal Sect could be broken by the eight major immortal sects at any time.

This time, something huge must have changed.