Beholding the Taiyin Intent of the Layered Realms, Meeting the Primordial Lord at the Clear Bamboo Cold Pool

Sword light pierced the skies and passed through cold towers; azure rainbows danced and swept up startling waves.

Sword radiance flashed by, and crane cries resounded through heaven and earth. The magnificent azure sword light fluttered like a twisting young dragon, beheading the three Nature Spirits in an instant.

Jiang Sheng casually sheathed his sword, and the Qingping Sword, still carrying the bloody chill of the wind, concealed its edge within its scabbard.

After the Nature Spirits died, a strange, fragrant aroma spread through the air. Jiang Sheng absorbed it, glanced at the three corpses before him, gave a soft snort, and walked straight ahead without another look.

Ever since crossing a hundred thousand li of glaciers and entering this new land, Jiang Sheng had lost count of how many such snowbound Nature Spirits he had slain.

When he first encountered them, Jiang Sheng had still been rather curious.

After all, every one of these Nature Spirits had a bizarre appearance. Their bodies seemed both real and illusory as they drifted between heaven and earth—either hiding amid frost-covered woods, lurking beneath frozen rivers, or concealing themselves within pillars of ice before launching surprise attacks at Jiang Sheng, this outsider.

It had to be said that these Nature Spirits were exceptionally skilled at concealing their auras. Perhaps because they were spirits born of this world itself, their auras blended perfectly into the ice, snow, and cold winds, making them difficult to distinguish. Even with divine sense, as long as they could endure remaining motionless, their traces were hard to detect.

At first, Jiang Sheng had examined the appearances of the Nature Spirits he slew with great interest, studying their innate divine abilities and observing the spirit marks and Dao talismans within their bodies. He had also been deeply wary of the