Myriad Mechanisms Heavenly Lord

After leaving Ninefold Commerce, Jiang Ding checked the invitation in his hand once more.

It bore no name. Within it, a Black Dust Nine Mountains pattern lay faintly hidden. The time was three years later, but the location had yet to be decided; it said it would appear on the invitation when the time came.

By past custom, it would be somewhere inconspicuous in Great Sun Sword City—perhaps a small house, underground, or a teahouse—where spatial methods would be temporarily used to construct a secret auction venue, an escape teleportation site, and the like.

Though it was called an underground auction, it would certainly be under the Great Sun Sword Sect's covert supervision.

They merely followed a governing policy of guiding rather than blocking, keeping it right under their noses.

"Still three years to go..."

Jiang Ding did not like staying in places where major powers gathered, nor did he like forming ties with people or calling them brothers. He flew tens of thousands of kilometers away from Great Sun Sword City, casually found a place, and went into seclusion to lie low.

He entered standby mode, doing nothing more and contacting no one, untouched by any karma.

Beneath the three-thousand-meter Solar Divine Tree.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, logged onto the Immortal Sect's website, searched keywords such as "synthetic materials," "artifact refinement," and "Nascent Soul treasure refinement," and read paper after paper. Several months passed, and he gained a general understanding of the Immortal Sect's development in materials science.

Of course, it was only an understanding—he knew the state of its development and what cutting-edge results it had produced.

He could go no deeper than that.

It required the lifelong efforts of countless cultivators and was extraordinarily complex.

To say nothing else, many Nascent Soul-level and Spirit Transformation-level