Three more days passed.
The True Immortal groups had all stayed offline during those three days, scouting out a world and shepherding their synthetic races for three hundred years.
They had already begun their first round of sales.
Once they started making profits, every True Immortal personally bought shares. Seeing the money rolling in, they were all delighted.
In the Immortal Realm, undercurrents surged.
In a teahouse, quite a few people were chatting.
"Have you heard? Several True Immortals recently joined forces and established an entirely new Book Alliance, driving down the price of Dao Rhythm books!"
"The world has changed drastically! Drastically!"
"That's not all. I heard a strange group of Plague Gods has appeared recently, scattered throughout the Thirteen Domains and stirring up disasters. You might not believe this, but we cultivate fortune, while they cultivate calamity!"
"Cultivate calamity? How could that be?"
The Immortal Realm was caught in a storm of upheaval.
Sword Forging Manor.
By now, the Yin spirit tide had ebbed away and had not attacked again.
People guessed that those intelligent True Immortal Yin spirits had grown afraid and were lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.
No one paid them any attention.
Ning Zheng sat in a chair, counting the hundred million High-grade Immortal Stones that the big shots had pooled together.
"A single True Immortal sect couldn't have afforded this. It really took all the True Immortals pooling their resources."
Ning Zheng, now a tycoon, was thrilled.
This sum was enough for him to continue raising his Dharma Aspect Army!
He truly had no intention of getting involved in those True Immortal businesses. After all, slow and steady growth was not very suitable for Ning Zheng.
He advanced one realm every seven or eight days and required far