Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1373: Chapter 1341: Three Thousand Years Later, Returning Once Again to the Northern Plains

Jiang Ding stayed in the Immortal Gate Deputy Governor’s office for several months, conversing extensively with Jin Liu Venerable’s true body about cultivation and immortal research, as well as matters concerning the immortal economy, gaining much benefit.

Afterward, he bid farewell to Jin Liu Venerable, no longer disturbing his work.

Walking out of the Immortal Gate center, Jiang Ding felt a sense of relief in his heart.

“Without a public office, I can go wherever I want…”

Jiang Ding exhaled lightly.

He temporarily did not want to join the army unless the war was urgent.

On ordinary days, he preferred to be at the university campus or the Immortal Sect Sword Dao Science Academy, overseeing various research on immortal technology, creation of sword techniques, performing analysis and deduction on the Six Paths Order, and cultivating or refining flying swords.

Of course, in the past few hundred years, he most enjoyed staying at home, maintaining the routine of a Foundation-building cultivator, having a meal every month.

With one step, Jiang Ding returned home.

Bang!

Streams of fireworks and colorful ribbons blossomed, filling the entire house.

“Happy retirement!”

“Welcome home!”

Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan cheered while holding confetti.

Both were now Golden Core Early Stage cultivators, naturally possessing a lifespan of six hundred years, with much stronger power than before, appearing entirely different in spirit.

Behind them were two other women.

An Siyan, Ling Feng Heavenly Monarch, they specifically returned from the Nine Spirit Realm.

“Welcome home.”

An Siyan adjusted the black-framed glasses, smiling.

“Hello.”

“Long time no see…”

Jiang Ding felt some complex emotions rising in his heart.

This was evidently not the truth; in the Nine Spirit Realm, Jiang Ding’s incarnation frequently interacted and collaborated with these two heavenly monarchs. It had not been a thousand years.

However, for the true body, it seemed like the first meeting in a thousand years.

“Jiang Ding,”

“We’ve also applied to work on the Mother Star.”

Jin Lingfeng quickly added, “The cultivation environment on the Mother Star for Nascent Soul Cultivators is similarly adequate, with not much difference compared to the Nine Spirit Realm. Furthermore, research on Law-Breaking, Elimination Method, and Forbidden Nuclear Weapons requires the best experimental conditions only available on the Mother Star.”

This was all true.

However, the cultivation environment of the Mother Star still couldn’t match the Nine Spirit Realm, applicable to all cultivators, whether in the Qi Refinement Realm or Divinity Transformation.

The Medium Thousand World possessed more ‘Dao Yun’; amidst it, enlightening the Dao, cultivating, and breaking through realms were easier, which was the main reason this world produced numerous talents.

“It’s nice…”

Jiang Ding somehow felt at a loss for words.

I’m just a baby…

This Heavenly Monarch is forever a youth, forever, forever… No one can change that, until becoming a True Immortal…

“Come, eat, it’s almost cold.”

“Don’t just stand there.”

Lin Wanqiu timely interrupted the slightly awkward atmosphere, leading a few to the dining table.

After dinner, the family enjoyed a harmonious walk, chat, not differing from the most ordinary Immortal Sect citizens. As night drew near and rest beckoned, An Siyan and Ling Feng reluctantly bid farewell, agreeing with Lin Wanqiu for next month’s meal together.

Jiang Ding stayed home for several years, cultivating, traveling around with his family.

And then, like countless times in the past, he disappeared in his room.

…

Northern Plains, Liudao Sect, Dark Demon Palace.

After thousands of years apart, the palace once again welcomed its monarch, a green-clothed youth pressing the sword hilt, sitting quietly on the Black Jade Throne.

At this moment, he appeared vastly different from being at home or in the Immortal Gate.

More indifferent, more serene.

Without any imposing aura, yet involuntarily causing heart palpitations, embodying the sovereign appearance of an immortal path force, no longer so gentle.

“How many years since I’ve come to the Northern Plains?”

“About three thousand years.”

Jiang Ding murmured.

This period, even for someone with a twenty-thousand-year lifespan, was not short. The Immortal Gate went through battles against the Horned Ming Realm, civil wars within the Nine Great Immortal Sects, lasting several thousand years.