Jiang Ding took a deep breath.
The feeling of having to wait silently was terrible.
"Classified military intelligence... confirming eligibility... approved..."
"The Battle of Wasteland Copper ended in a great victory, successfully capturing the Xianmen's thirteenth small world, the Huangtong Small World."
The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer sounded.
"In this battle, nineteen Nascent Soul Monks from the Xuanwu tiangong and the Deity Transformation Cultivator, Golden Light Heavenly Monarch, shattered his physical body, leaving only his Divine Soul to escape."
Jiang Ding's heart lifted, as he silently etched the name Golden Light Heavenly Monarch into his memory.
"Why were there no Deity Transformation Cultivators killed?"
"Deity Transformation Cultivators have strong survival abilities. Unless involved in a full-scale war at the level of domain overlords, or they fight to the death without regard for their own safety, it's very difficult for them to die."
Jiang Ding felt somewhat regretful and asked,
"A single God-transforming Level combat achievement...Inquire about the specific methods of obtaining God-transforming Level combat achievements."
This thing appeared to be very valuable.
He had a premonition that as his research on cultivation methods and magic advanced to higher levels, the more he would need this thing to request the participation of Nascent Soul Monks from the Xianmen Sect and even God-transforming Cultivators, which concerned the Dao.
"To influence the ownership of a small world, one must contribute at least ten percent, or kill an opposing God-transforming Cultivator, or participate in the Refinement Void Battlefield among other things to obtain God-transforming Level combat achievements,"
the Central Array Spirit Computer explained.
Such matters could only occur within the Xianmen Sect.
In other places, even within the Nine Great Immortal Sects, as long as you were still in the Foundation Building stage, even if you had performed a tremendous service saving the sect, at most they would give you some heritage and some rare Foundation Building Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures as compensation.
There's no way they would actually give you a combat achievement at the level of a God-transforming Cultivator, free to use without any restrictions.
Said to be for your own good, to avoid attracting the covetous attention of others.
The sect elders truly value you, and the achievements you've made are remembered deep in their hearts.
"I want to use one God-transforming Level combat achievement to exchange for the naming rights of the Huangtong Small World,"
Jiang Ding spoke gravely.
He had inquired about this matter with the Central Array Spirit Computer before entering, and although it was just an empty title, it concerned an entire realm and could only be changed with one God-transforming Level combat achievement.
The Canghai Heavenly Monarch had done the same years ago, naming a small world after his Daoist appellation.
The Xianmen Sect encouraged such acts.
As long as it didn't involve actual spirit stones or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, anything was negotiable.
"Do you want to exchange one God-transforming Level combat achievement for the naming rights of the Huangtong Small World?"
The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer sounded again, "God-transforming combat achievements are extremely important for Golden Pill and Nascent Soul Monks, and even God-transforming Cultivators. Once accumulated enough, they can be exchanged for Deity Transformation opportunities, for a chance in the Sleeping Hidden Realm, to significantly slow the passage of time, or to obtain the service of a God-transforming Cultivator, to exchange for treasures refined by the Central Array Spirit Computer..."
"Opportunity in the Sleeping Hidden Realm?"
Jiang Ding was attracted by a phrase.
"The sleeping opportunity, a life extension technology owned by the Xianmen, can be used by those above Foundation Building. When entering the Sleeping Hidden Realm, the Life Energy of cultivators below God-transforming will pass at a rate of one hundred to one; a hundred years will pass, but only one year of Life Energy will slip away."
"Many renowned Nascent Soul Monks of the Xianmen, owing to the lack of God-transforming opportunities and a lengthy queue, choose to enter the Sleeping Hidden Realm with a great deal of Life Energy left, awakening only when circumstances change."
"A single God-transforming Level combat achievement can be exchanged for an opportunity in the Sleeping Hidden Realm."
Jiang Ding didn't hesitate and confirmed, "Exchange one God-transforming combat achievement for the naming rights to the Huangtong Small World, naming it,"
"Now submitting this exchange application to the citizen assembly of the Xianmen... Please wait..."
It didn't take long to wait, just a few hours later, the relevant procedures were already completed.
"Exchange successful."
The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer appeared.
"From this day forward, the name of the Huangtong Small World will become the Gang Han realm in all official Xianmen documents, this military matter is now concluded."
He did not immediately leave.
"...I wish you a happy life and cultivation..."
The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer appeared again.
Having confirmed that he had disengaged from the state of war, his tightly wound heart relaxed, but there was no joy.
A strong sense of melancholy and sadness arose in his heart, piling up and impossible to dissipate no matter what.
"The thirteenth small world of the Xianmen Sect..."
Raucous cheers erupted outside.
Countless soldiers and officers threw their helmets into the sky, laughing heartily. Even seniors like Jin Chengkong and Xue Xi were no exception, disheveled, holding hands with the Qi Practitioners around them, singing and dancing like lunatics.
"Where's Jiang Ding?"
"Can we have grilled octopus tentacles now?"
Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan ran excitedly towards this side.
But what they saw was just a silhouette waving at them before disappearing into the Cross-Border Transmission Formation.
They couldn't help but feel at a loss.
Within the Heaven-Covering Banyan, Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
He took one last look at his surroundings, especially at Qingfeng University, before boarding the Air-Space Warplane.
For the next ten to twenty years, he would stay home.
The Air-Space Warplane halted, and the cockpit opened again.
A glistening orb descended from the sky, carrying the pure true intent of the Great Sun Sword Dao of destruction, and landed in front of him.
"Senior Mieri really trusts people,"
Jiang Ding marveled as he took the Great Sun Orb,
His Divine Sense swept over it, a terrifying heat and destructive Sword Intent diffusing around him, causing his Divine Soul an unbearable stinging pain, as if it would melt into ashes the next moment.
"No, it's not usable until at least the Golden Pellet Realm,"
Jiang Ding's eyelids twitched.
The predecessor Dari Swordsman was at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, capable of slaying those at the Divinity Transformation Level, not just defeating but killing.
His Sword Intent, even sealed in layers, was still not something he could comprehend at the moment.
"This is a Pseudo-lingbao level item... No idea how many Nascent Soul Monks' fortunes this equals."
"It couldn't have been refined on the spur of the moment; it must have been prepared years in advance,"
Jiang Ding felt somewhat touched.
This item was a treasure for him, but of no value to other Xianmen cultivators. There was no possibility of selling it for another use.
There was also a message inside.
"The old man is going into seclusion,"
Immortal Mieri left only a terse couple of sentences.
"At most a hundred years, if I don't succeed, then death it is. If I do, call me Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch."
"If not, and if you find it convenient in the future, help me kill Golden Light Heavenly Monarch, Xuan Ding Heavenly Monarch, Wolf Beast Heavenly Monarch... They have grievances with me. If I die and they still live, it wouldn't sit right with me."
In total, there were twenty-seven names, each of the Nine Great Immortal Sects had a share, not one Nascent Soul Monk among them.
"Senior Mieri really thinks highly of me."
Jiang Ding shook his head in bitter amusement.
He took note in his heart.
The Air-Space Warplane fired its thrusters, flying through the stratosphere, and after more than ten minutes, it arrived above Rongcheng City.
A figure flew down, landing in the residential district.