Back to the mining district dormitory.
Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, the blue-gold large tree behind him shining brightly, its branches dancing, the hazy light of Yuanmagnet barely visible.
"Since the end of the college entrance examination in the year 11127, I've unexpectedly studied for eighty-one years."
"Nineteen more years until I graduate from Qingfeng University's graduate school."
Jiang Ding pondered, "It's time to prepare my master's thesis now, I can extract a branch of research from Dyson's Sunglasses Sword-shape Drone, the requirements for a master's thesis aren't that high, graduating shouldn't be an issue."
"If nothing unexpected happens, I will continue to pursue my Ph.D. at Qingfeng University and accept the teachings of a Nascent Soul Cultivator's avatar."
His figure disappeared from view.
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Tushan Immortal City.
Amidst the mountains full of Molten Gold Vine, groups of maiden girls gathered around, listening attentively.
