A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

After several years, Jiang Ding returned to the Immortal Gate.

The Sun Lake once again entered the thirty-third Tiangang orbit, dropped a space anchor point, and slowly moved with the rotation of the mother star orbit, orbiting the mother star for three years.

Jiang Ding did not return to the surface.

There were no relatives on the surface.

Hundreds of years ago, Lin Yuanwang failed to break through the Nascent Soul stage, even with the assistance of super-level resources, and his talent reached the limit.

In the end, he used the life-saving pills given to him by Jiang Ding to barely condense a fake infant, but even so, his life span was greatly reduced, and he only lived to more than 900 years old, close to 1,000 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 see off his last relative in the world.

Many regrets, many pasts, are gone after all.

In the eyes of others, Da Ri Zhen Jun is an old senior, an old monster of Qingfeng University. His three generations of grandparents and four generations of great-grandparents have passed away, but he is still teaching in the adult swordsmanship department of Qingfeng University. There is no change, which can be called an evergreen tree in the world.

However, what about Da Ri Zhen Jun himself?

"Time..."

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

"In this way, I can feel happy."

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

"If, a strong man like Yanshi Emperor can cut me with a sword, it would be great."

"I will definitely jump up with joy, cheer and jump for joy, and no longer have all kinds of grief, all kinds of complex and melancholy thoughts."

Everything really needs to be compared.

Those little guys in the immortal gate can't be seen too much, otherwise my mentality will be old, and it's better to play with old monsters like Yanshi Emperor who have lived for tens of thousands of years.

"Get up!"

Jiang Ding cast a spell.

Around, the number 4 synthesized Gengjin, a house-sized dark green trunk of the Qingmu God 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 Immortal Palace, and the Wu Earth Mother Qi of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace...

The top treasures in many realms floated in the air, and the endless bright sun light reflected on these treasures, and the treasure light overflowed. The value contained in them was enough to suffocate the God-Transforming Heavenly Monarch.

These are the results of the activities of the God-Transforming Heavenly Monarch.

I don’t know what price the immortal gate paid, and the eight major immortal sects were willing to give up these sects’ top treasures. They are very rare and worth at least five Lianxu battle merits.

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

In the terrible light of the sun, a blue-gold flying sword with cracks all over the sword body and twisted braids emerged from Jiang Dingmei’s heart.

Clang!

Clang!

She made a cheerful sword sound, happily absorbing the essence of various precious natural materials and treasures that were close to sublimation and mist under high temperature. The cracked sword body was slowly healing, and the tingling sensation on the sword was slightly cold and relieved.

"It will take about... 30 years to repair the flying sword and restore the body."

"At that time, my combat effectiveness will be restored to its peak."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to practice, sacrificed the flying sword, and divided part of his soul computing power to participate in the Kendo Hall Laboratory and various scientific research activities in the Immortal Gate. He followed the clones of Yuan, Shenji Tianjun and others to learn the art of formation and comprehend the cause and effect of gold.

It was so comfortable in the Immortal Gate, and everything returned to the familiar track.

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

A thought appeared in Jiang Ding's mind unconsciously.

However, his plan will not be advanced because of this. He will not leave the Immortal Gate without restoring his peak combat effectiveness. This is a matter of principle.

...

Thirty years later.

In the Sun Abyss, the towering Sun God Tree grew again. The shade of the tree covered the sky, but there was no shadow. Instead, it was full of endless brilliance. The creatures below the Nascent Soul stage around the tree would die if they touched it. It was a dead end.

In front of the young man in green, a foot-long blue-gold flying sword was jumping happily like an elf.

The blue-gold sword body was straight and sharp, with countless golden runes entwined on the sword surface. There was no crack, and it had recovered to its peak state.

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

"It is considered the top among the quasi-emperor 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. He gave the other party too much glory and always felt that he was at a disadvantage for no reason.

"In addition,..."

Two letters appeared in Jiang Ding's hand.

They were not jade slips, but letters. They were more symbolic and were often used to express some different emotions.

These two letters came from An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng.

The two of them are serving in the Jiaoming Territory, serving as division commanders under the Jiaoming Territory Expeditionary Front, driving aerospace motherships to fight, and are now at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.

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 transform into a god in the immortal gate, and will not come out until the immortal gate is at the critical moment of life and death.

Before entering a deep sleep, the two of them hope to see Jiang Ding.

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

Jiang Ding sighed in a low voice.

He replied that he would be there at that time.

Then, Jiang Ding disappeared in the Sun Abyss.

…

Beiyuan, Liudao Sect.

Black Demon Palace.

On the Liudao 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 Rongcheng City came to Yue State for the first time. Thinking about it now, it is still vivid.

"The Liudao Sect is still there, 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 dynasty, it would have changed dozens of times. Things have changed.

However, for a power of transformation, this is still normal. The God of Transformation Heavenly Monarch spends about this much time in seclusion.

If it were a God of Transformation cultivator in the later stage of life, he would be disgusted with the world and it would be normal to not see people for thousands of years.

In the eyes of many Yuanying Jindan cultivators in Tushan Courtyard, their Tushan Heavenly Monarch has shown this trend after becoming invincible in the world and is no longer so diligent in government.

This is natural and normal.

In countless historical records, all the Heavenly Sovereigns are like this.

In the early days, they were very active, often touring the world and meeting with old subordinates. As time passed, they rarely appeared and became tired.

The only regret is that many cultivators, from birth to death, could not see the Heavenly Sovereign and truly admire the realm above the Nascent Soul.

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