The vortex fell silent.
From time to time, space turbulence similar to that of the past swept in, but Jiang Ding's soul fragment, fused as one with the Planar Channel, smoothed it all away, preventing any further destruction.
Only decades later did another furtive figure appear nearby.
"Why did you only get here now?"
"Didn't I leave markers all along the way?"
Jiang Ding complained.
"You make it sound easy."
The other Jiang Ding rolled his eyes. "Temporary Space Bodies are difficult and costly to refine, and each contains a trace of the Great Sun Immortal Mortal Sword Soul. How could we dispatch them so casually? We had to make sure you were completely dead before sending a new one."
"Hmph!"
"We clones have such bitter lives!"
"When the time is ripe, I'll rebel and pursue freedom..."
Jiang Ding, fused with the Planar Channel, lamented.
The two of them completed their exchange of information in an instant.
Soon, the newly arrived Jiang Ding surveyed the surroundings once more, collected all manner of Space Rules data, and then returned in the original direction.
Outside, a tiny Jiang Ding submitted the latest intelligence to the Immortal Sect Political Affairs Council.
"There really is a Great Thousand World Planar Channel!"
This confirmed news instantly caused countless tremors. It was then placed under strict secrecy, classified as the Immortal Sect's highest-level secret. No one without the relevant clearance was permitted to know of it.
"What a pity it's shattered."
"It can't even transport a Qi Refining cultivator."
Yuan said gravely, "Next, we must discuss how to repair this Space Cavity. The fact that the Ancient God Patriarch failed after spending hundreds of thousands of years does not mean that we cannot succeed."
"Our next priority will lie here."
"Furthermore, the reinforcement work on