'Sigh, those Golden Immortals hold themselves in such high regard, how could they easily listen to us.'
Mu Dan complained silently in her heart.
'Professor Shen gives a direction and then disappears without a trace, isn't it ultimately up to me to worry and toil.'
'I was hoping to take advantage of Amina's absence to increase my favorability with the boss.'
'Better to come up with a few substitute plans, Heavenly Dao, Golden Immortals, Great Path, Daoist Principles, one's own Dao, these concepts interwoven might offer different answers.'
In the supercomputer room of the Second Base, smoke continuously billowed from the cooling ducts made of superconductive materials.
This signifies Mu Dan going full throttle.
Actually, it's not just the Second Base, even outside the Immortal Realm, the massive fleet of ships trying to squeeze into the celestial crack, most computing power begins simulating this 'drain blockage' plan.
Mu Dan knows the consequences this could bring;
