Shangyang Inner Scenery Ground.
Jiang Ning hung in the air, his gaze sweeping across the eight Great Suns that had already been claimed. His eyes flickered slightly.
"Eight Sun Lords in total, all with Superior Immortal Foundations, all Nascent Soul Immortals. For them to return to their positions one after another in such a short time, Xuanyang must be driving this from behind the scenes!"
He pondered inwardly, then the thoughts in his eyes gradually settled.
Because he knew that he was no longer who he had once been.
After reaching the Nascent Soul Immortal realm, the Spirit Platform Illuminating True Self Method had broken through several more times. On top of that, his Primordial Spirit had undergone further tempering, condensing a seed of transformation upon its Spiritual Platform and ruling over his entire body. He had long since transformed.
Faced with such a situation, he naturally felt no fear.
As thoughts turned in his mind, his gaze fell below.
Broken walls and shattered ruins, collapsed buildings, the golden Yang Pool, the invisible Sermon Platform, and the Ascending Heaven Stair shrouded in clouds and mist.
The next moment.
His figure vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, he was already before the Sermon Platform.
Compared to before, he could now perceive far more mysteries.
In the void ahead drifted Golden Sand invisible to the naked eye, occasionally stirring faint ripples.
Deeper within, there was an indescribable aura.
"Traces of time!" he murmured inwardly.
Then he slowly stepped into the Sermon Platform's domain, found a spot that felt comfortable, and sat down.
He closed his eyes.
His spiritual awareness spread soundlessly outward.
At this moment, he vaguely sensed several strange auras intertwining here.
Suddenly.
One cluster of aura stood out, emerging from the haze and growing clear before sweeping over