The Immortal Sect suddenly convened a military conference.
"What happened?"
"Have those eight lunatics really gone mad?"
Jiang Ding murmured, countless speculations rising in his mind.
The past hundred years had not been peaceful. Shenji Heavenly Monarch had repeatedly led fleets into the depths of the realm, where he "sparred" and "discussed the Dao" with the Eight Great Immortal Sects Great Powers. The outcome had never changed: every match ended in a draw.
Nominally, these were sparring matches. In truth, the Immortal Sect and the Eight Great Immortal Sects had accumulated many more conflicts that needed resolving, and in the end, they had reluctantly come up with this method.
Neither side had been satisfied with the final outcome.
Putting away the email, Jiang Ding rose to his feet, descended through the planet's atmosphere once more, and flew toward the Immortal Capital Library.
Within the stratosphere, he turned his Internal View upon himself.
A hundred years had passed. The spiritual power in his dantian had grown considerably, and he had already crossed more than half the path from Nascent Soul Middle Stage to Nascent Soul Late Stage. He estimated that in a little over a hundred years, he would break through to Nascent Soul Late Stage.
Furthermore, the fifty-trillion loan for the Super Mother Ship had been approved and transferred to Lianyun Spaceport Ship Heavy Industry Group. The Super Mother Ship was currently under construction and was expected to be completed in another two hundred years or so.
He would probably be able to use it by Nascent Soul Late Stage.
There was no need to worry about wasting anything. The Super Mother Ship would accompany him for life, and it would continue advancing in the future, all the way to the Nascent Soul Stage and even beyond.
Arriving at the