Yang Lake Grotto-heaven.
Ten suns hung in the sky.
Beneath his feet was a vast, boundless sea; in the distance were islands tiny as black specks.
At this moment, the vast Grotto-heaven Will descended.
The void rippled, and a formless voice echoed in Jiang Ning's mind.
"So it is a Direct Disciple of the High Sect gracing us with your presence."
The voice in his mind was indifferent, carrying no emotion whatsoever, yet it contained a majestic and boundless will.
Sensing the information conveyed by the voice in his mind, Jiang Ning's heart settled.
He knew this was the identity brand of a Direct Disciple of the Shangyang Immortal Sect on his body taking effect, earning the acceptance of this Grotto-heaven Will.
"Shangyang Immortal Sect Disciple Jiang Ning needs to borrow this honored land's purest Yin Yang Two Qi to condense and cast a Dao fetus, and achieve the Dao foundation of the Nine Profound Immortal. I hope you will grant me this convenience." He recited this silently in his heart, transmitting his thought.
"Direct Disciple of the High Sect, please do as you wish!" the Grotto-heaven Will's voice rang out again. Afterward, the fluctuations of that descended will instantly and rapidly receded.
In only a moment, that formless pressure dispersed, and clarity returned between heaven and earth.
"Do as I wish! In other words, this world contains the purest Yin Yang Two Qi I need. If it didn't exist, the Grotto-heaven Will wouldn't have answered like that!" Jiang Ning said inwardly, a thoughtful look flashing through his eyes.
Afterward, he looked at the ten wheels of Golden Great Suns overhead, then lowered his head to gaze at the deep, boundless ocean beneath his feet.
"In this Cave Heaven World, the seawater is yin-cold enough to gnaw at the bones.