"Salute!"
"Salute!"
"..."
Jiang Ding walked slowly past the Immortal Sect Eleventh Foreign Deep-Space Fleet. Whenever he reached a formation, the foreign soldiers of the Immortal Sect saluted as one and shouted, their voices shaking the stars like roaring mountains and surging seas.
The ten Heavenly Beings attended him, along with many young Dao Integration Divine Lords.
These Divine Lords belonged to the Immortal Sect's staff department and would eventually take posts in its military, so they had come along to gain experience.
"These soldiers..."
Jiang Ding examined the foreign soldiers one by one, paying particular attention to their mana, divine sense, souls, and discipline. From time to time, he returned a formation's salute.
"The foundations of these cultivators are somewhat weak?"
Compared with the foundations of the upper-realm Immortal Orders' Dao soldiers, there was a definite gap.
"Yes, Great Sun Administrator."
"Our resources are limited, so we had no choice but to use cultivation methods that pull up seedlings to help them grow," Tianji Daoist said respectfully. "If we can conquer a cluster of great chiliocosms in the future, we can make up for all of it. It won't be a problem. True prodigies can be born in blood and fire, and pillars of the Immortal Sect may yet emerge from among these soldiers."
"I see."
Jiang Ding nodded slightly.
In such an impoverished environment, this was the most efficient way to use their resources.
Weak foundations could be offset in other ways—through warships, battle formations, or stronger immortal cultivation technology. Each could enhance their combat strength.
Surrounded by the Heavenly Beings, the Great Sun Sword Heir completed his review and gained a general understanding of the entire 11th Foreign Deep-Space Fleet.
At the very least, he knew these people existed. They were not fictitious names on the payroll,