After recuperating for more than a hundred years, Jiang Ding had finally recovered part of his strength and could think more clearly.
He began communicating with the Immortal Sect through the formation. His ability to communicate across vast distances had returned.
The communication formation in the Great Sun Celestial Pool activated, sending a request far away. A response came at once.
Divine Mechanism, Yuan, Myriad Mechanisms, and the other Immortal Sect experts joined the channel immediately. Who knew how many years they had been waiting, ready at every moment?
They saw a boy no taller than half a grown man, and their hearts lurched.
They looked him over again and again. Only after a long while did they breathe a sigh of relief.
"You succeeded?"
Yuan asked.
Unless the Great Sun Sword Lord was killed on the spot, he was generally unlikely to die. His vitality was formidable; he could be called the indestructible cockroach of the realms.
"Yes. I succeeded."
"Senior Yuan, send out the troops."
Jiang Ding drew a deep breath. "March on the Netherbright Sword Grotto-Heaven's realm, then on the realms of the Eight Great Immortal Sects in the Ancient God Domain. Within fifteen hundred years, we have a chance to occupy the realms of all Nine Great Immortal Sects. The eight remaining sects can no longer stand against us on the battlefield."
"I'm certain of it."
"Understood!"
Yuan urged him again and again.
"Jiang Ding, stay hidden. Don't come out. We'll reach you within five hundred years. That isn't long. Focus on healing, and don't rush for quick gains. We can spare a few hundred years..."
"I know, I know."
Jiang Ding nodded repeatedly.
In the starry expanse between realms, Jiang Ding continued to heal and contemplate the immortal path.
The last battle had deepened