Heavenly Soldiers Pursue Yang Jian

Across the Primordial Land, mountains and rivers stretched without end.

A figure walked through the air above the sea of clouds.

Who else could it be but Yang Jian?

After leaving the Nether Underworld, Yang Jian had not hurried straight to Irrigation River Mouth. Instead, he traveled as he went, taking in the heavens, the land, the mountains, and the rivers.

For all these years, he had cultivated bitterly within the underworld.

Though his cultivation had advanced at astonishing speed, he had had few chances to truly come into contact with the outside world.

Now that he had set foot upon the Primordial Land, he truly felt how vast this world was—far beyond the tiny corner of a cave dwelling.

The mountains and rivers were boundless, spiritual energy surging and churning.

The Demon Race occupied mountains and forests, while smoke from the hearths of Human Race cities rose into the air.

Rogue Cultivators rode the wind overhead, while ferocious beasts roared from deep valleys.

Everything before him stirred Yang Jian's heart and soul.

"So this is the Primordial Land?"

Yang Jian murmured softly.

A flicker of longing passed through his eyes.

But it was quickly replaced by resolve.

He had not forgotten why he had truly left the underworld. His mother, Yaoji, was still suppressed beneath Peach Mountain. If he wanted to save her, he had to become stronger.

A Golden Immortal's cultivation stood high above ordinary living beings.

But before the Western Heavenly Court, it was still nothing worth mentioning.

Yang Jian understood this clearly. Precisely because he understood, he held not the slightest arrogance.

"Master was right. The path of cultivation climbs higher step by step. I am still far, far from enough."

Yang Jian said to himself.

Though he thought so, the fire in his heart had