The City of Yellow Sand, Traces of an Old Friend

"If you're willing to give me this chance, Master, then of course I'm willing."

Jiang Sheng did not hesitate. There was no need to rush his search for Zhong Yuxiu in Jurong World.

Besides, he still had to find Lingluo. The Rakshasa princess had set out ahead of him, and they had agreed to meet in Jurong World.

Master Huang nodded in satisfaction at Jiang Sheng's answer. Then he beckoned the demons who wished to follow him, and together they entered Jurong World.

The moment Jiang Sheng entered, he sensed that Jurong World's aura differed from those of the Three Realms Great Thousand World, Tianyuan World, and Mountain Sea Realm.

Vast land continents stretched before him, covered mostly in rolling mountains and dense forests. Rivers crisscrossed the terrain, dividing mountains from valleys, while lakes lay scattered like stars across a chessboard. The energy everywhere was wild, almost primeval.

The Three Realms Great Thousand World was prosperity at its height, vast as a sea of mist. Its Origin Mechanism shone with starry brilliance, and Solar Essence and Lunar Florescence filled it to the brim. Only upon entering the Three Realms could one understand what made it the Immortal God Continent.

Tianyuan World, by contrast, felt weighty and profound. Though it held seven continents and five seas, the energy of its earth veins prevailed. Its ancient land stood imposing as mountains.

Mountain Sea Realm was chaotic and desolate. Incense offerings surged skyward amid endless turmoil, and myriad ghosts and gods stood throughout the world, yet its splendor felt false, like a star at the height of its brilliance, poised to fade into darkness.

Jurong World was different from all three. It teemed with life—life at its most exuberant. Water energy was abundant and wood energy plentiful, nourishing lush forests and fertile soil