"You brat, has your cultivation improved again?"
"Hahaha, senior, I wouldn't call it improvement. I've just gained a little insight here and there..."
Jiang Ding laughed and chatted happily with Canghai, discussing plans for the Stellar-Class Dead Star Battleship.
This had become their routine over the years.
The Immortal Sect had fully absorbed the Ancient God Domain's many inheritances and technologies, along with its natural treasures, mineral resources, and ways of maintaining ecological environments across realms. Development of seventh-tier materials advanced by leaps and bounds, and research on the Dao Integration–tier Stellar-Class Dead Star Battleship kept accelerating. It was expected to be ready in another two thousand years.
They talked for a long time, then ended the call as they always did.
The Solar Abyss abruptly fell deathly silent.
There was no laughter, nor any tide of spiritual energy stirred by cultivation or the refinement of a flying sword.
Everything had stopped.
The Solar Abyss still blazed with light, its temperature tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, like the surface of a real sun.
Yet at that moment, it seemed strangely cold.
"Sigh..."
After a long while, Jiang Ding sighed softly.
What had prompted that sigh, no one knew.
"Sword Master!"
"No, Sword Heir!"
Moon Spirit appeared with a whoosh. An all-knowing presence, she seemed to turn up everywhere.
With a hint of mischief, she said, "They're deeply wary of you now. You'd best not go out casually for a while. You might even set off a war. History has seen more than one accidental clash."
"This is completely unreasonable!"
"It's unfair!"
"You haven't done anything at all."
Moon Spirit fumed. "How can someone strong suffer such injustice? It flies in the face of justice between realms! I say you might as well..."
"Mmph, mmph, mmph..."
Before Moon Spirit could