The Land of Three Kingdoms was probably not dangerous.
It was too remote. No Nascent Soul True Lord would remain there long, and second- and third-grade resources were nearly useless to Nascent Soul True Lords. Not every faction possessed the Immortal Path Industry needed to synthesize high-grade resources.
Still, it was better not to take risks when they could be avoided.
Jiang Ding's true body continued flying into the Spiritless Desert. He would randomly find a place and burrow deep underground. Even a Deity Transformation Heavenly Monarch could forget about finding him.
His communication with the outside world relied on strictly encrypted Teleportation Arrays.
This was not the end.
After some years had passed, he would leave this place. Anyone hoping to lie in wait for him was destined for disappointment.
Jiang Ding's other body was a handsome Youth in Green Robes, a longsword hanging at his waist. He concealed nothing as he made his way step by step toward Tushan Immortal City.
Not long after.
"Long time no see."
Jiang Ding looked at the immortal city before him, a trace of daze surfacing in his eyes.
There were many Immortal Sect cities, and many immortal cities in the Northern Plains. Quite a few were grander and more magnificent than the city before him, but if it came to the city he felt most deeply for, it was still this one.
Every blade of grass, every tree, every brick, every tile here had been built and brought into being beneath his gaze.
After crossing more than ten kilometers, he arrived beneath the immortal city.
Cultivators came and went around him, both Foundation Establishment Cultivators and Qi Refining cultivators. From time to time, people looked at this unfamiliar young face with the greedy gaze reserved for fat sheep.
After hesitating for