Myriad Machine Heavenly Monarch

After leaving the Nine Harmonious Merchant Guild, Jiang Ding checked the invitation in his hand once more.

It bore no name. Inside, a faint Black Dust Nine Mountains emblem could be seen. The time was three years from now, but the location had yet to be determined; it said it would reveal itself on the invitation when the time came.

According to past custom, it would be somewhere inconspicuous within Great Sun Sword City—perhaps a small house, underground, or a teahouse—where spatial means would be temporarily used to construct a hidden auction venue, escape teleportation grounds, and so on.

Still, though it was called an underground auction, it would certainly be secretly monitored by the Great Sun Sword Sect.

It was merely their governing policy of believing that blocking was worse than guiding—keeping it beneath their very eyes.

"Three more years before it starts..."

Jiang Ding disliked staying in places where major powers gathered, and he disliked forming connections with people, calling one another brothers. He flew tens of thousands of li from Great Sun Sword City and casually found a place to seclude himself and lie low.

He entered standby mode, doing nothing extra and contacting no one, untouched by karma on either side.

Beneath the three-thousand-meter-tall Sun God Wood.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, logged onto the Immortal Sect network, and searched keywords such as "composite materials," "Sacrifice and Refine Magic Treasure," and "Sacrifice and Refine Nascent Soul treasures." He read paper after paper, and after several months, gained a general understanding of the development of the Immortal Sect's Materials Science.

Of course, it was only an understanding—he knew the state of its development and what cutting-edge achievements existed.

Going any deeper was impossible.

That required countless cultivators to devote their entire lives to it. It was