Underground Auction

Cultivation knew no years.

Over the past three years, Jiang Ding had simply cultivated as usual to accumulate mana, attended classes and studied to deepen his Immortal Path Heritage, and followed Yuan in learning and coming into contact with Nascent Soul-level techniques, preparing for the future.

Besides that,

his sacrifice and refinement of the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword had not stopped. He could already cultivate while refining the flying sword at the same time, the two not interfering with each other.

This was his Sword of Dao Foundation.

Even if the efficiency was relatively slow, even if he lacked secret arts, even if advancing it to the peak of a Nascent Soul treasure would require more than five hundred years, he could not stop moving forward and pin his hopes on the future.

No matter what, he had to keep walking onward, regardless of what happened.

However, the slow refinement of the flying sword was not without benefits.

It saved money.

He had originally estimated that the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword alone would cost seven hundred million Low-grade Spirit Stones a year, with a purchase of Synthetic Geng Metal No. 10—a material equivalent to a fourth-grade top-tier material—every year.

Now, even three years did not cost that much.

The finances that had been expected to go bankrupt could now hold out for several more decades. That counted as a blessing amid misfortune.

Though this was not the kind of saving and frugality he wanted.

To him, spending a great deal of money had never been a problem.

He could take out loans, collect from kind-hearted people, or arrange for the Tushan Maid Squad to control more territory. All of those could solve it.

Only cultivation could not be delayed.

Tens of thousands of kilometers beyond Great Sun Sword City.