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Chapter 1690 Puppet Civilization
A young man in blue clothes was wandering silently between the upper realm and the middle realm.

He did not contact anyone and did not participate in anything. He just wandered around the world like a ghost, quietly observing everything that happened in the world.

He traveled through one central region after another, experiencing the completely different customs and practices of the upper realm.

Before we knew it, hundreds of years had passed.

On this day, beside a river called Qianshanzhongyu, a young man in green clothes quietly watched the flowing water and fell into a trance for a moment.

"Time flies by, and the dead are gone..."

"Time is like this, how much time do I have left?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He can still live for a long time. After he comprehended the rudiments of immortal arts and destroyed the sword of time, his life span increased again. Now it is easy for him to live over 100,000 years old. There is no problem at all.

However, will the disciples of the Immortal Sect and the saints of the Immortal-like Clan wait for him for a hundred thousand years in the Refining Void Realm?

It must be impossible.

Perhaps Tian Jian Jian Zi is willing to wait for him.

This person should also desire a swordsman of equal strength and a hearty sacred sword fight.

For other practitioners of Taoism, it is completely impossible.

They would only practice step by step until they were sure they had reached their limits, then cast a dim gaze at the stories of real fairies that were almost invisible and existed only in legends, and then advance to the Dao step by step.

The immortal sect's Taoist disciple who has reached the Hedao stage is capable of killing him instantly.

This is the sadness of kendo, the opponent will not wait forever.

But what can be done?

Now he is unable to influence the Immortal Sect-level battlefield.

We can only wait, wait, and wait for the opportunity to appear.

Or, the opportunity for battle never appears, and all the disciples of the immortal sects and the saints of the immortal-like races are promoted to the Dao peacefully.

Not only does this possibility exist, it is also very likely.

"If that's really the case..."

"If God doesn't favor me, I can only face reality."

Jiang Ding was helpless and fragile like a child, even about to cry. He said sadly: "I can only be promoted to Hedao, and then continue to wait for the opportunity."

"If He Dao has no chance, then the Heavenly Man will be the one. If the Heavenly Man has no chance, then the one above the Heavenly Man will be the one!"

“If a hundred thousand years of waiting cannot bring about the sacred sword fight between the immortal sect disciples, then let’s wait for two hundred thousand years, five hundred thousand years, or one million years!”

"One day, I will definitely reach the first step of the immortal path."

One day, one day, the goal will be achieved.

As long as you don't die in battle, your goal will be achieved.

But, if a dream from youth is realized by an adult, is it still a dream?

Can the incomplete foundation of youth be compensated by the existence of a near-immortal?
If one does not seize the best opportunity to lay a solid foundation when one is young, can all the resources and opportunities in the world allow a near-immortal to go one step further and establish the foundation of a true immortal?
Countless sour emotions arose in Jiang Ding's heart, and then gradually disappeared.

The many complex emotions gradually calmed down.

Jiang Ding continued to focus his mind on the endless stream in front of him, watching the water that would never return. Through the surface of matter and spiritual energy, he saw deeper rules and deeper laws.

These rules are more complete and more beautifully structured than those in the lower realm, and they serve as a strong reference for his swordsmanship and the path of immortality.

This is also an important reason why there are so many powerful people in the upper realm. The environment is really too superior.

In this kind of enlightenment, Jiang Ding's six rules of the sun gradually became stronger, his foundation was slowly made up, and the defects of being born in the lower realm were slowly disappearing.

The flying sword in the sword soul became sharper and colder, longing for the enemy in loneliness.

Jiang Ding stayed in the Thousand Mountains for several more decades, and then continued to travel to new realms, seeing all the mountains and rivers in the upper realm, but he did not take a single spiritual stone, did not absorb a trace of spiritual energy, and did not get involved in any cause and effect. With the suppression of the treasure of destiny, even the strongest may not be able to deduce his whereabouts.

Jiang Ding walked into the boundary wall and entered a completely new central area without triggering any celestial phenomena.

This is a brand new realm, with blue sky, blue water, green plants everywhere, undulating mountains and rivers, not much different from the Thousand Mountains Region.

The only difference…

Jiang Ding looked up.

In the distance, a straight column of black smoke rose up. Its color was like ink and it rolled like the steam and iron age in ancient times.

However, the black smoke contained not coal slag and dust, but the resentment of living beings.

The giant pillars that were hundreds of miles in size contained astonishing resentment, including that of children, adults, the elderly, humans, monsters, and even ghosts.

The resentment is so great and so strong that it is hard to believe what they experienced in their lifetime.

There was one pillar of resentful black smoke every tens of thousands of square kilometers. It rose straight up and flew towards an unknown existence in the sky without any impact.

Black Iron 29th Domain.

This is the name of this central region.

Its name reflects its purpose. It produces a large amount of various spiritual irons from level one to level eight. There is no name like "Changhe Sword Domain" or "Thousand Mountains Domain" that inevitably conveys some emotions of living beings. It is just a number. The size of the number is related to the output type and the order of discovery of this central domain. There is a fixed naming method.

This central region belongs to the Immortal Weapon Sect.

"Could this be a puppet civilization?..."

Jiang Ding thought silently.

He walked slowly, crossing streams and valleys, and came to a village, where he paused.

This is the first time in the upper realm.

After countless tens of thousands of years, his footsteps were once again stopped by the mortals outside the immortal gate. He stood there quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

This is a mortal village.

This village only has men and girls under the age of sixteen.

In the village's ancestral hall, there grows a flesh and blood tree, a first-level flesh and blood tree. There are many cracks of flesh and blood on the trunk, and water flows from them from time to time, densely distributed all over the trunk.

Looking up from the roots of the tree, the trunk branches out into branches, and at the top of the branches hang the heads of women. Some are old, with deep wrinkles, while others are young, only sixteen years old, with red lips and white teeth.

On some empty branches, there are some shriveled heads, swaying in the wind.

"Son..."

"Father, I'm thirsty..."

"Mr. Lang..."

The female heads in the branches were wailing at the villagers who passed by from time to time.

These villagers rarely paid attention to these heads. From time to time, a man would come over and take fruits from the tree like potatoes and take them home. These were their future children.

Their daily job is to line up in neat queues and enter mines to dig for spiritual ores. Each of them is as strong as an ox, and each one is comparable to a bulldozer. Their strength is almost the same as that of innate warriors. They have half an hour of rest time every day.

This would continue for ten years, and then they would come to the tree of flesh and blood again, fall into a quagmire, and their flesh and blood would turn into pulp.

Every time this happened, another person would come over, take a fruit from the tree, take it home and raise it for half a month until it reaches adulthood, and then take over the position of the miner who had died.

The village population always remains at an appropriate number, neither more nor less.

so cycle.

The only exceptions are some tree fruits with outstanding spiritual roots. They will be carefully cultivated by the Flesh and Blood Tree, and then adopted by some stronger villagers. They will be raised for sixteen years, waiting for the people in the town to come and pick up these children with excellent spiritual roots and take them to unknown places.

(End of this chapter)