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Chapter 1691 A Supreme Being Destined to Die
Countless mortals and cultivators in this village and this Immortal Weapon Sect live like this.

The women became trees of flesh and blood, reproducing efficiently, while the men became miners and farmers, mining and farming for the Immortal Weapon Sect. They died ten years later, nourishing the earth once again and providing resentment.

All of this does not require any spiritual energy investment and can continue indefinitely.

While cruelly suppressing living beings, the Immortal Weapon Sect also pays special attention to nature and harmony.

All production and smelting are in full compliance with the laws of nature. They will never exhaust the resources. All the resentful black smoke is collected and used as materials for refining tools. They will never pollute the environment, turn the sky into gray, fill the earth with sewage, stench everywhere, or cause the extinction of all life.

This land is so rich.

The sky is so clear and bright.

In this place called Black Iron No. 29 Domain, the environment is getting better, the level of the spiritual veins is increasing very slowly, and the future is promising, and it is even approaching the upper domain.

Everything seems to be beautiful.

"Heaven's favor!"

"Heaven's favor, Heaven's favor..."

Jiang Ding stared at the sky and said coldly: "The Immortal Weapon Sect has the favor of heaven, the favor of heaven of the universe's consciousness. This is really enviable and admirable..."

"Immortal Weapon Sect."

"What a nice and efficient civilization..."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

In this world, which is more important, the way of heaven or the way of man?

Various reasons and arguments have been repeatedly debated in the history of Taoism, including "Heaven and Earth are not benevolent and treat all things as straw dogs", "My fate is determined by me, not by Heaven", and "Heaven's Way is fair"...

However, hundreds of millions of human race warriors all know an indisputable fact.

That is, no matter how the endless universe develops, humanity must exist and must prosper!

"hey-hey!"

"Just a pig and a dog."

"To challenge the dignity of the Overlord race of the Endless Stars, such a rebellious and evil person will die..."

Jiang Ding looked towards the center of the universe and the center of the upper domain. He seemed to see a terrifying figure with endless darkness, flesh, blood and gears.

The head of this figure was so shaky that it seemed like it would be removed at any moment.

This figure is so powerful.

Its fate is so certain.

An invisible and terrifying doom is enveloping it, as is the subconscious hostility of almost all the powerful beings of an endless race of star overlords. On a certain time scale, the fate of death is almost certain.

Even a Void Refining cultivator or a weak heir apparent to the Immortal Realm can see this path of destiny clearly.

"Wait for me,"

"Don't die at the hands of others..."

Jiang is looking forward to it regularly.

He withdrew all his gaze, left the village, and continued to travel in the upper realm, gaining knowledge and quietly accumulating his own immortal foundation.

Before we knew it, hundreds of years had passed.

Jiang Ding did not disturb any cause and effect, nor did he do anything unnecessary. He carefully observed the many large and small sects of the Immortal Weapon Sect.

He saw a centipede with twelve gears of flesh and blood that was ten thousand meters tall moving across the land, breaking through the mountains and the land, tearing up the flesh and blood of all living things and grinding them into powder and scattering them on the land.

This is the unique magic weapon of the Immortal Weapon Sect, 'Twelve-wheel Farming Centipede 973'

It travels through the earth, but not to destroy it. Instead, it sows seeds and grows all kinds of spiritual medicines needed by the Immortal Weapon Sect, waiting to harvest them thousands or tens of thousands of years later.

After twelve rounds of rough tillage by centipedes, various smaller four-wheeled centipedes will come down from it, continuously and densely packed to carry out intensive tillage, ensuring that the survival rate of the magical herbs in the farmland of this mountainous land reaches more than 95%.

If you go deeper into the bodies of these farming centipedes, you will find that they are made up of magical gears with flesh and blood. These are living human beings. Occasionally there are monsters as special structure fillers, but they are mainly human beings because this race is too versatile.

These human creatures became part of the magic weapon, driving this powerful agricultural creation to move.

They are alive, their souls are concentrated in the heart of the Farming Time Centipede, they are caught up in all kinds of past events, and from time to time they make various movements according to the requirements of the flesh and blood gears, cooperating to drive this huge Farming Time magic weapon.

On this day, Jiang Ding came to a sect called Baigu Sect No. 21.

The people in this sect practice bone-related skills and transform their bones into various powerful magic weapons. The strongest person in the sect is a Hedao Divine Lord.

Jiang Ding's consciousness touched the sect's Sutra Library and began to collect the sect's heritage to accumulate data for possible future battles. He read quietly, ignoring everything.

Until this day.

In the distance, two sneaky Hedao gods came here. They cooperated with each other and instantly controlled the Hedao god Erjiu of the White Bone Sect.

It took them several years to gain complete control of the sect.

"Greetings, Lord Tian!"

A white-faced, middle-aged monk-like God of Hedao saluted cautiously in one direction.

His body didn't move.

Everything was quiet.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Bye,"

"Tianjun!"

The white-faced divine master changed direction and bowed respectfully.

No response.

Repeat, repeat.

"The time has not come yet."

This went on for several years. The white-faced god showed a hint of disappointment and said unhappily, "It's your turn, you damned worm!"

"Bye,"

"Little uncle!"

Another young god with dark complexion ignored his sarcasm and bowed respectfully in one direction.

No response.

"Greetings to my junior uncle!"

After a moment, he changed direction again.

This process was repeated for several years with no results and everything was quiet.

The two of them kept doing these weird things for decades, but still got nothing out of it.

"No."

“This isn’t the place.”

The White-Faced God sighed, took out a jade slip, marked it, and walked out.

The dark-skinned young man following behind him couldn't help but say, "Is your divination skill really effective? I have been following you for thousands of years, and I have been to countless places over the years, but it has never worked."

"Or have you, the demon cultivator, been playing tricks on me?"

At the end, his tone became a little cold.

Except in front of that person, he has never been someone who can be bullied at will. Anyone who teases him, unless they are stronger than him or their strength is close to his, will have to pay the price.

——Of course, the person next to him is as strong as him, so this is just a pure bluff.

"If you are impatient,"

"Then get out!"

"Did I ask you to come here?"

The White-Faced God ignored him and walked straight out.

"Humph! If not..."

The dark-skinned young man had an expressionless face and followed quickly.

The figures of the two gradually disappeared in the White Bone Sect and flew away into the distance, continuing to look for the next location and continuing their journey of pretending to be ghosts.

Behind them, beyond cause and effect, space, and even time, in the endless darkness that swallowed up all light, a pair of scarlet, burning pupils watched quietly.

(End of this chapter)