"Many of the Skullblood Vine Demon Clan's technologies would be useful to the Immortal Sect."
Jiang Ding sank into thought, especially over the thing that had turned the Skullblood Vine Demon Clan's overwhelming advantage into defeat.
The command token.
Its principle seemed to be isolating Void Refining cultivators so those at the Spirit Transformation stage could fight a blood battle on their own.
"Ha."
"Hahaha!"
Jiang Ding suddenly smiled.
The Immortal Sect had become the strongest of the Nine Great Immortal Sects without any Void Refining cultivators!
If some race thought that, with the advantage of enough formations, it could send a few juniors—so-called imperial heirs and ancient emperors' heirs—to confront an Immortal Order at full strength head-on, that would be quite a sight.
"But experience tells me the brilliant achievement of an immortal cultivation civilization can't be so rigid... It might have other applications, such as curses, suppression, or even summoning unknown beings..."
"That must be a terrifying measure rooted in the foundations of an entire race..."
Jiang Ding's smile faded.
He could make no judgment about any of this. His own strength was too meager, his horizons too narrow.
As usual, he packaged everything and uploaded it to the Immortal Sect, specifically marking it as highly classified, high-value intelligence for the headquarters of the First Horn Nether Domain Expeditionary Army.
Once that was done, Jiang Ding's expression went blank, and he sat quietly in the Fire Spirit Palace.
He had completed the task his main body had assigned him. In the years ahead, he would continue cultivating the Immortal Sect's subordinate forces, giving it greater potential.
Time flowed like water, and several decades soon passed.
Commander Yuan's fleet of hundreds of millions of Immortal Sect warships had successfully entered the Horn Nether Domain and lay hidden in