The Great Sun Celestial Pool.
After inspecting the 11th Foreign Deep-Space Fleet, Jiang Ding returned straight to the Solar System and resumed his quiet life.
The branches, leaves, and trunk of the Solar Divine Tree stretched into the starry sky. Radiant divine light fell as torrents of spiritual energy and the essence of the sun and moon surged into the azure-clad youth's meridians, where he refined them like a whale swallowing the sea.
This had gone on for countless years, yet his aura of magical power had not changed at all.
His dantian was like an abyssal sea, too deep to fathom.
It held boundless energy, like the engine of a faster-than-light warship.
The Immortal-Dao Universe was governed by material reality.
As such vast quantities of spiritual energy and the essence of the sun and moon continued to accumulate over more than a hundred thousand years, some terrifying change would eventually occur.
A being who would influence the balance of the entire boundless starry universe was growing, forever hungry, forever unsatisfied.
"I am fifty-two thousand eight hundred and ninety-two years, sixty-seven days, three hours, five minutes, and five seconds away from the peak of Dao Integration."
"...If I break through the limit of eighth-stage Dao Integration Nirvana, it will take even longer, because I can forge a stronger foundation."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
The longer he cultivated, the less he minded the passage of tens of thousands of years. Against the span of his life, that time was fleeting.
An Eight-Tribulation Supreme could live for at least three million years.
Spending tens of thousands of years forging a foundation was an extraordinarily worthwhile bargain for an Eight-Tribulation Supreme. It was a way to accomplish twice as much with half the effort, and the benefits would last a lifetime.
But