Jiang Ding grew sleepier by the moment. His eyelids drooped; instinct was taking hold.
This was no side effect. The Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Sword Soul urgently needed to sleep, mend its injuries, and reshape its body.
For a True Immortal Heir, that process was relatively brief: twenty thousand years at most.
For a Celestial-level power, it was far too long—long enough to be born, perish, and pass through a whole cycle of life and death.
So before he slept, he would put everything in order.
That day, the Great Sun Administrator convened another meeting at the Immortal Sect Immortal Dao Scientific Development Symposium. Many of the Immortal Sect's Dao Integration Divine Lords gathered there.
"Greetings,"
"Great Sun Administrator!"
Many Dao Integration Divine Lords bowed, reverence in their eyes.
Each of them was an ancestor-like figure within the Immortal Sect. Yet before the azure-clad youth, they seemed unbearably young. None had lived even a hundred thousand years, and the gulf between them was vast in every respect.
On the scale of the endless starry sky, beings like them would not even qualify to meet a True Immortal Heir.
Not even Celestials had that privilege.
"Mm."
"It's good to see you all. After so many years, the Immortal Sect has produced plenty of talent."
Jiang Ding smiled and nodded.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he finished assessing the youngsters.
Overall, they were excellent.
Objectively speaking, though, no one like Yuan had emerged among the new generation of Immortal Sect Citizens, much less anyone with the potential to become an eight-step Dao Child.
That was only normal.
After all, even a star region containing hundreds of great thousand worlds might fail to produce a single eight-step Dao Child. At the end of the Myriad Laws Immortal Dynasty, there had been only