Jiang Ding was contemplating matters regarding ascending to the Upper Realm.
This posed no difficulties for him, but for safety's sake, he constantly deliberated on it.
"I'll think about it once I reach the Late Truth-Transforming Stage."
"I cannot leave the Xianmen Sect for even a moment right now, and there are still many preparations that haven't been completed. My combat abilities haven't been maximized yet—it's unwise to take such risks now…"
Jiang Ding set aside his distracting thoughts and continued his cultivation in a meditative posture.
Guarding the Mother Star was of utmost importance; even leaving the Northern Plains, or departing from the Mother Star for just a second, would be an immensely grave political mistake because this was the Mother Star—the final refuge for hundreds of billions of citizens and the Xianmen Sect itself.
Such a critical matter could not bear even the slightest negligence.
"Ah, Yue."
