The Royal Capital.
Walking along the road.
Jiang Ning sank into thought the whole way.
This trip to the Royal Capital had taught him many things, and had let him see the current situation clearly.
Though the world was vast, it was also very small.
Before he came to the Royal Capital, even though he had not been active enough and had spent most of his time wholeheartedly cultivating the Martial Path, his name had still spread through the Nine Provinces Thirty-Six Prefectures.
Now he had taken the title of Martial Champion as well, been ennobled as Dongling Marquis, and appointed Zeshan Province Inspector.
It could be said that very soon, his name would shake the Nine Provinces Thirty-Six Prefectures, and his fame could no longer be suppressed.
And as he reached this point, even if he did not fight or seize, even if he did not make enemies of others...
He had still stepped onto the opposing side of many great forces.
Because just as that person had said, under this heaven, no one wanted anyone to reach that step ever again.
It was like a sky pressing down above the people of the world, leaving all beneath heaven with only one choice: to bow their heads.
The more he understood now, the more clearly he knew what this represented.
This sort of crisis could not be resisted, could not be avoided, and could not be eased.
It was a struggle against fate.
Perhaps, right now, he still would not give those existences such a powerful sense of crisis.
But as he grew, he would inevitably reach that step.
After more than eight hundred years of lying low, countless powerful figures could no longer endure these days of lowering their heads and bending their waists.
He also knew that