The Immortal Sect suddenly convened a military meeting.
"What happened?"
"Have those eight madmen really lost their minds?"
Jiang Ding murmured, and countless possibilities rose in his mind.
The past century had been anything but peaceful. Divine Mechanism Heavenly Lord had repeatedly led fleets into the depths of the realm to "spar" and "debate the Dao" with the mighty cultivators of the Eight Great Immortal Sects. The outcome never changed: every encounter ended in a draw.
Nominally, these were sparring matches. In truth, the Immortal Sect and the Eight Great Immortal Sects had built up too many disputes that needed settling, and this was the method they had barely managed to agree on.
Neither side was satisfied with the result.
Jiang Ding put away the message, rose, descended back into the planet's atmosphere, and flew toward the Immortal Capital Library.
In the stratosphere, he turned his gaze inward.
A century had passed, and the mana in his dantian had grown considerably. He was more than halfway along the path from Nascent Soul Middle Stage to Nascent Soul Late Stage. He estimated he needed another century or so to break through.
The fifty-trillion loan for the Supercarrier had also come through and been paid to Lianyun Air Harbor Shipbuilding Heavy Industry Group. The Supercarrier was under construction and was expected to be completed in a little over two hundred years.
He would probably be at Nascent Soul Late Stage by the time he could use it.
There was no need to worry about waste. The Supercarrier would accompany him for life and continue advancing alongside him, all the way to Spirit Transformation and even beyond.
He reached the depths of the Golden Emperor Palace. Everyone coming and going was a Spirit Transformation cultivator, present in person. Clones were not qualified to