"The Original Dao Register..."
This is extremely important, Jiang Ding thought. If I could see the Original Dao Register—even the Myriad Laws Primordial Dao Talisman, which has already begun to deviate—both the Immortal Sect and I would gain a point of reference. Much of the fog shrouding the great Dao ahead would be swept away.
If I get the chance, I should study it.
Longing for the Immortal Sect had begun to stir in his heart.
Since a hundred thousand years ago, Jiang Ding had never been away from home for so long.
You never knew how good home was until you left it. Apart from its spiritual veins, nothing about the cultivation environment outside could compare with the Immortal Sect.
And when it came to spiritual veins, he needed only a peak seventh-rank one. Anything beyond that was entirely useless to him.
In the Immortal Sect, he could use its industrial system to put his many ideas into practice. Whenever inspiration struck, its vast ranks of immortal-path scientists would work with him to test whether the idea was viable. Those scientists had countless ingenious ideas of their own and had helped him greatly.
The Immortal Sect's soil for immortal-path science was simply too fertile!
The Great Sun Sword Heir might have dozens of celestial beings under him, along with hundreds of millions of Dao Integration, Void Refining, Nascent Soul, and Golden Core cultivators. He had even begun trying to bring them into immortal-path research and development. Yet their productivity could not come close to the Immortal Sect's, let alone that of the Immortal Sect combined with the remnants of the six Immortal Orders.
Jiang Ding had tried to build an environment like the Immortal Sect's. He had tried it in the Immortal Butterfly Dreamscape.
But it had not worked.