Before long, Zhou Tong brought Ji Ning to Baiyang Realm, one of the Twenty-Seven Realms of Fu Ju.
Baiyang Realm was merely a Small World, spanning no more than a million li. Zhou Tong was unimaginably fast, and he directly brought Ji Ning beneath a sheer cliff.
From afar, they could see more than a dozen sword marks on the cliff face, their terrifying sword intent rushing toward them.
The area around the cliff had long been packed with cultivators, most of them in the Primordial Spirit Realm and Myriad Manifestations Realm. On the foremost few meditation cushions sat several Celestial Immortals, one of whom carried a sword on his back.
"Master, the cushions closest to the sword marks are all occupied. What should we do?" Ji Ning asked.
Zhou Tong swept his gaze over them and said, "Aside from the leading Celestial Immortal, none of the others can hold on for long. The sword marks and sword intent left behind by a Dao Ancestor are not something they can fully comprehend. It is normal for them to stop halfway through their enlightenment, but forcing themselves to continue may cause them to lose control of their cultivation. They will withdraw soon enough. We can simply go in then."
"Let me remind you of something. These are the sword marks and sword intent left behind by the greatest sword immortal of the Three Realms. You will not fare much better than those Return-to-Void Earth Immortals. Retreat immediately when you can no longer endure it," Zhou Tong added as a final warning.
"Here he comes!" After waiting only a short while, Zhou Tong suddenly looked at a Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator whose face was flushed red. With a thought, he directly switched places with the man, placing Ji Ning there instead.
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