The Ninedragon Imperial Tomb was in the sky above the Tianming Dynasty, where Tianming was with three girls as they made their final farewells. Though they would still be able to meet regularly in the wondersky realm, his main purpose was to leave all of his cultivation resources behind on the sun.

Yu Ziqian surreptitiously pulled him to the side and stuffed a spatial ring into his hands. “My dear brother! I cleared out all their stock and got thirty thousand of them. Do use them sparingly and don’t be as eager as in the past.”

Tianming bonked him on the head. “Less nonsense out of you. Anyway, I’m sure Infinitum Bodhimanda...