A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"It has to be home..."

After dinner, Jiang Ding lay comfortably on the sofa and watched TV, crossing his legs to watch the TV news.

Taiqing Feijian was busy in the kitchen, washing dishes and pots, and occasionally making cheerful sword sounds.

The news was still the same. Today, the Fire Spirit Realm built an industrial park, and tomorrow, the Sky Sea Realm built a seven-star tourist attraction, which has an enlightenment effect on the water-based exercises, and everyone is welcome to visit.

All kinds of construction are in full swing. There is no sign of slowing down in forty years, and it is still accelerating.

"Our station reports,"

"The Geomagnetic Realm has built a Horned Demon Tribe Museum, and everyone is welcome to visit."

"The Horned Demon Tribe is an indigenous race that existed hundreds of thousands of years ago before the nine major immortal sects came to this realm. This race once gave birth to a life of the Refining Void level, but was later destroyed by the nine major immortal sects. Its immortal civilization is unique and strange, cruel and bloody..."

"...Sacrifice is the most important activity among the Horned Demon Tribe, used to communicate with ancestors and obtain blessings. According to legend, the more powerful the sacrifice, the better the talent, the more it can make the ancestors of the Horned Demon Tribe happy..."

"Nowadays, the Horned Demon Tribe is on the verge of extinction in the realm. It is a rare species, and the only remaining one exists in the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect..."

The news is showing the newly built Ancient Immortal Civilization Museum in the Geomagnetic Realm.

Generally speaking, buildings like the Immortal Gate are not just simple landscapes, but also have functions such as enlightenment and knowledge growth.

The grades range from one-star scenic spots to nine-star scenic spots, and the effects vary.

Many citizens of the Immortal Gate often break through their bottlenecks while traveling in various small worlds.

If there is a fee, mortals can enter for free, because they cannot attain enlightenment. Citizens can get a 50% discount, indigenous cultivators can get five times the original price, and immortal sect cultivators can get twenty times the price.

That's it, don't think it's expensive.

This is a building with the ability to attain enlightenment!

Even in peacetime, only cultivators from the Qingmu Immortal Sect and the Five Elements Heavenly Sect are qualified to visit, and the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace and the like can forget about it.

"Ancient immortal civilization... the Horned Demon Clan... looks so interesting."

Jiang Ding said with some yearning.

Now, without the protection of the Star Force, he dared not leave his home planet.

Otherwise, the great immortal sect would definitely find a way to kill him.

After introducing the building, the news also included the appearance of the Horned Demon Clan.

This seems to be a wax figure of a female Horned Demon Clan, wearing pure black armor all over her body, which is what they grow naturally, just like the fur and scales of the demon clan, occasionally revealing snow-white and delicate skin between the armor plates, which looks both dangerous and tempting.

The most eye-catching thing is naturally the horn on the head of this female horned demon. It is pointed and engraved with mysterious black runes. There is also a vortex-shaped basalt on the top, which has some kind of magic power and firmly attracts people's attention.

"The bloodline race of the refining virtual creatures... looks very strong."

Jiang Ding judged.

The strength of the demon race is very simple, that is, the bloodline is good, which can be understood at a glance.

Unlike humans, bloodline is not the main reason for judging their strength and weakness, and it is irrelevant. The height of their immortal civilization and inheritance is the standard for judging the strength and weakness of human groups, which is somewhat confusing.

"What a good specimen this is. It would be great if the immortal gate could get it. It would be very helpful to break through the refining virtual."

Jiang Ding felt a little regretful.

He also understood the research and development progress of the immortal gate on the refining virtual.

The biggest problem is the lack of a real refining virtual creature to refer to!

There are hundreds and thousands of directions, all of which seem possible and can produce results of breaking through the refining void, but I just don’t know which one is correct. I am in a fog, hammering here and there.

It would be great if there was a clear direction to work hard.

No matter how scared some neighbors are, some want to call the police but are hesitant.

Jiang Ding watched TV until ten o'clock in the evening, then he felt sleepy, walked into his room, and began to sleep for the first time in one or two hundred years, snoring loudly.

Taiqing Feijian turned into a blue and gold potted plant, quietly placed on the desk, accompanying him, just like many years ago.

The next day.

Jiang Ding got up early, without folding the quilt or washing up. After sitting at the table and eating the breakfast prepared by Taiqing Feijian for him, he picked up Zhang Dingjun's urn and walked towards Rongcheng Cemetery.

"Good morning, little brother? Are you going to school?"

When he went out, he happened to meet his neighbors, a family of three who were going to work and school, and the father greeted them warmly.

They moved in five or six years ago, and they can be considered old neighbors.

In fact, they secretly called the police last night. The police checked and said that this was originally someone else's house, but they didn't live there all the time. They just came back. It wasn't a sudden thief.

"Yeah, yes, that's right."

Jiang Ding smiled and nodded, and said politely: "Are you going to work? It's so hard."

"Alas, it's all life..."

Friendly communication between neighbors.

Jiang Ding didn't fly. He swiped his bus card all the way, took the bus, and rushed to the Rongcheng Cemetery after a few dozen minutes of bus.

The environment here is solemn, and there are many people who come and go with sad faces.

In a city with a population of hundreds of thousands, people die every day, and some are born. This is the cycle between life and death.

As long as there is life, it will continue to cycle.

Jiang Ding followed his slightly vague memory, walked slowly, and soon came to the tomb of Teacher Guo Kui.

There are people here, cleaning the moss on the tombstone.

"Hi, Jiang Ding."

A tall and strong middle-aged man pulled a handful of moss and greeted casually.

It was Li Junhao, Li Junhao, an early Jindan cultivator.

"Jiang Ding."

Near him, the high school monitor Hua Bing was also in the middle Jindan stage, and his cousin Lin Yuanwang was also in the early Jindan stage, all busy weeding and repairing the grave of teacher Guo Kui.

Lin Yuanwang was one year older than Jiang Ding, and his ideology and morality teacher was also Guo Kui.

Nowadays, Jiang Ding no longer has any old friends in the foundation-building stage, all of them have passed away.

"Haha, long time no see."

Jiang Ding laughed.

In this, because of the promise he made to his grandparents, he strongly supported Lin Yuanwang to form a pill, spent a lot of resources, and succeeded.

Hua Bing won the opportunity to form a pill by making military merits, and his foundation is deep, and he formed a pill steadily.

Li Junhao has always been seeking stability, always in scientific research institutions, never going out to take risks, and before the limit of his life, relying on a low-level opportunity to form a pill, he made a desperate effort and succeeded in forming a pill in one fell swoop.

After that, they participated in the boundary war, experienced many dangers, and finally survived fortunately.

In fact, it was not all luck. Compared with the starry sky troops, the casualties of the inner boundary troops have always been quite low. There has never been an organized annihilation by the enemy, and the survival rate is very high.

It is not a coincidence that they came here.

Regarding the burial of Teacher Zhang Dingjun, Jiang Ding asked the people who had socialized with Teacher Zhang Dingjun before his death and were still alive, asking them if they would participate in this simple funeral so that arrangements could be made.

Hua Bing and the other two had no important matters, so they all came here.