Jiang Ding pondered many matters as he dealt with the government affairs of the Northern Plains that had accumulated over more than three hundred years.
Before he knew it, he had entered cultivation. He began drawing in the surrounding Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth and magnetism light to cultivate. A vast amount of Spiritual Qi comparable to a top-grade fourth-tier spirit vein came roaring in, pouring into his meridians and dantian, where it was refined bit by bit.
Who knew how much time had passed.
Drip.
A drop of deep blue mana fell into his dantian, sending ripples spreading outward.
The mana within his dantian had nearly accumulated to its peak. Only a tiny bit more was needed before it would overflow.
"Another thirty-five years, and I'll reach the Nascent Soul Peak Stage. There will be nowhere further to advance in cultivation."
Jiang Ding silently calculated for a moment.
He had been delayed too long while infiltrating the Jiao Ming Domain. Otherwise, he would have reached the Nascent Soul Peak Stage long ago and begun the hibernation plan.
Still, it made little difference now. A few decades would pass quickly.
"The time has come."
Jiang Ding opened his eyes. The space around him flickered, and he teleported toward another palace that was less solemn and dignified, more relaxed and at ease.
Within a broad, simple palace.
Many Nascent Soul Cultivators sat upright and proper, glancing from the corners of their eyes at the empty seat of honor. Their gazes were dazed as they reminisced about the high spirits of their youth, their hearts tangled with complicated emotions.
Before each of them stood a square table, arranged row by row toward the rear. The tables held every variety of fruit and vegetable, dragon liver and phoenix marrow, vermilion fruits