Dongling City.
When the horizon took on a crab-shell blue hue, this thousand-year-old ancient city was still sleeping in the thin mist, and clusters of golden clouds appeared in the eastern sky.
Jiang Ning transformed into a streak of Azure Light, hovering above this ancient city.
At this moment, he was like a Night Wanderer God, with a faint azure mist seeming to rise around him.
Under his observation, the figures below showed different manifestations.
Some had weak auras, like tiny candle flames; those were ordinary vendors and pawns.
Some were like burning torches, giving off light and heat; those were the patrolling soldiers and the soldiers standing guard atop the city walls.
Others were vigorous as bonfires, filled with a scorching aura; those were the Official Army General.
There were also existences with bodies like furnaces. Even from a great distance, he could sense their presence.
Jiang Ning took a deep look in the direction of that existence akin to a furnace, then withdrew his gaze.
As far as he knew, that was the direction where Zhao Yulong was.
At this moment, he understood somewhat.
Under his observation, the different states of existence were related to the strength of living beings.
The stronger the living being, the more striking it felt to him.
As for that furnace, Jiang Ning felt that in his current state, there was a high probability he could not approach it.
The next moment.
He hovered above this ancient city, sensing the air gradually fill with a scorching aura.
Right now, he was as if immersed in a vast ocean that was slowly being boiled.
He immediately glanced at the distant eastern sky.
He saw the daylight gradually brighten, the clouds above the east gilded with gold.
Just as the rising sun was about to