Jiang Super-Rich Ding

Warships filled the skies, weaving back and forth to clear the battlefield and hunt down every enemy who refused to surrender.

Several days later, the battlefield gradually fell quiet.

"Commander,"

Ou Yanghui saluted, brimming with confidence. "Our forces won a great victory. We captured 2.07 million cultivators from the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace and took complete control of the Magnetic Earth Realm. We're now reshaping its political landscape according to our plans and establishing effective control over every corner."

"The Immortal Sect's second-line garrison corps are assembling. They'll take over these tedious duties and be stationed here in our place."

"The soul restrictions on the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace's core disciples are strict and formidable. The moment one is captured, the restriction self-destructs. We took no prisoners among them."

"There is one problem at present,"

Ou Yanghui said sheepishly. "The battlefield was too chaotic, and resistance was fierce everywhere, so... Wood King and Shadow King escaped. We still haven't found them."

"How has this been handled in the past?"

Jiang Ding opened his eyes from cultivation and asked.

"We leave an aerial-space army group to search the realm. It should find and kill them within a few years."

"In rare cases, it can drag on for more than a decade."

Ou Yanghui lowered her head, somewhat ashamed.

She always felt as though they had to cling to his leg at every turn, as though they couldn't survive without it.

In an Immortal Order, would any cultivator dare make so many demands of a Dao Child?

"No need to go to all that trouble."

Jiang Ding took out a golden talisman-sword blank. Sword Qi poured from his fingertips as he etched intricate patterns across it. Its sharp aura soared skyward, enough to chill even a Nascent Soul Cultivator's heart.

Gradually, its