Eastern Mausoleum Mountain Range.
An unnamed peak.
The peak was steep, its four sides all sheer cliffs with exposed rock.
At the top of the peak was a platform roughly ten zhang wide.
The entire platform looked as if it had once been carved out by someone with blade cuts and ax blows.
On the platform, there were only three to five pine trees, the most conspicuous of which was a Welcoming Pine leaning toward Dongling City.
Aside from those few pine trees, the platform atop the peak had little in the way of vegetation or flowers, making it exceptionally simple and stark.
Standing on the mountaintop platform, Dongling City filled Jiang Ning's view.
The pedestrians in the city were like ants, looking exceptionally tiny.
"It's a good place!"
Jiang Ning immediately nodded.
Then he withdrew his gaze from the city.
The next moment.
A cold gleam suddenly appeared, and a long blade appeared in his hand.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
He swung the blade casually, blade-light flickering, Gang Wind shooting in every direction.
With every strike, Jiang Ning revealed Blade Intent.
Using Blade Intent as the guide, he drew upon the Heaven and Earth Force.
From time to time, he sensed that special power that existed everywhere between heaven and earth.
Under the pull of his Blade Intent, that power transformed into streaks of blazing-white blade radiance.
As he continued swinging the blade, the area within several zhang filled with an aura of killing sharpness, and incomparably keen blade radiance saturated every inch of space.
As he struck again and again, drawing upon the Heaven and Earth Force, Jiang Ning also continually sensed the existence of that power, the feeling it brought him, and grew increasingly familiar with it.
A moment later.
His wrist turned, his hand gripping the hilt,