"Leave the island?"
Chen Qingyan, heavily pregnant, her expression slightly changed, and said:
"You've mastered the Void Palm to the Peak Divine Intent?"
Jiang Ping shook his head and said:
"No, I've just reached the Great Accomplishment."
"The senior's Handwritten note stated that one must be at the Peak Divine Intent to leave the island, but this is only a speculation. I feel that this palm technique has already become powerful enough that perhaps we can leave the island now."
Upon hearing this, Chen Qingyan gripped his sleeve tightly and sighed:
"Your departure won't last for many years, will it?"
Ever since her husband went into a trance, she felt she couldn't keep up with him. She had a premonition that one day she would watch him disappear into the distance, and Dharma Image each other again for many years.
However, this premonition came too quickly; the child wasn't even born yet.
Jiang Ping smiled, looking at his wife's worried face, and comforted her:
"How could I abandon you and the child? This is just the first attempt, and I don't intend to go in my true form. Primordial Spirit True Self to explore the way."
"If you could leave the island, how long are you prepared to stay?"
Chen Qingyan then inquired about the exact deadline.
She didn't want her child to be born without a father, nor did she want these simple yet blissful days to vanish in the blink of an eye.
"Don't worry, it will take anywhere from half a month to a few days."
Jiang Ping pulled his wife into his arms, gave her a small kiss, and whispered:
"You can keep this to yourself, but don't tell Yirou. She can't keep secrets."
"Yes, I know what I'm doing. When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow, that would be a good time to leave the island."
"Not waiting until the baby is born before leaving?"
Chen Qingyan stroked her belly; it would only be three or four months until the baby was born.
"This is a reconnaissance mission; we're going to check out the outside situation first."
Jiang Ping shook his head, his mind made up.
The next day.
Jiang Ping announced a period of seclusion under the pretext of practicing the Void Palm.
Quiet room, Chen Qingyan saw off the child's father.
Buzz!
Jiang Ping closed his eyes, his Primordial Spirit True Self separated from his body, and he, also possessing a flesh and blood body, stood before his wife, smiling:
"Qing Yan, protect my physical body."
He bid a quiet farewell to Chen Qingyan, then tore through space and disappeared.
The South Sea stretches endlessly, shrouded in thick fog, and a biting chill lingers.
Three thousand miles out to sea, in a corner of the ocean, many sages sit in meditation, but there are fewer people than before.
A martial arts master sighed:
"Jiang Saint being. After practicing the Changshi Fist, not only have we had our lifespans extended, but we have also become more likely to have offspring."
"Yes, I never imagined that Uncle Li, who's almost eight hundred years old, would actually go through a second marriage."
The only young man in the martial arts world sighed, "The world is going to the dogs. These old geezers have no shame. An eight-hundred-year-old man is engaged to an eighteen-year-old girl."
"One seeks lineage, the other fame and fortune; it's a mutual consent, so what's wrong with it?"
A hoarse voice spoke from an aging female saint.
"Old woman, don't think I don't know. You've taken a fancy to a twenty-year-old boy, the dowry is all prepared, and you're just waiting to cultivate your Life Trend, regain your youth, and then marry him, right?"
The young man stared at her, his expression complex.
Because that boy was his direct descendant.
If it really happens, the family hierarchy will be... messed up.
Moreover, he didn't want this old woman to toy with the feelings of his descendants.
"We are true love!"
The aging saintess revealed her last remaining front tooth and giggled.
Suddenly, an invisible fluctuation arises here.
Jiang Ping's true self emerged, his body bathed in the Void Dao Rhythm, unnoticed by anyone.
This was a preliminary reconnaissance mission, and he didn't want anyone to know.
Call out!
Jiang Ping used the Void Step to move forward, away from these Martial Saints. However, to his surprise, there was another Great Accomplishment Martial Saint hiding in the deepest part of this path to survival.
"Third in the world!"
Jiang Ping sized up the old man at his feet.
The opponent is very strong, comes from the Zhou Dynasty, and is the third Supreme Experts on the Martial Saint Ranking.
He was also the only one among the three Great Accomplishment Martial Saints of the Zhou Dynasty who did not have any conflicts with him.
Jiang Ping glanced at him briefly, then paid him no further attention. He was already the only one in the world capable of transcending the physical realm, so whether he was third or second, he no longer cared.
Buzz!
Jiang Ping walked in the Void, moving forward slowly.
Before long, he had traveled four thousand miles across the South Sea, long past the safe zone designated by the senior Shenyou.
"The extreme cold here is indeed much less intense compared to other places."
Jiang Ping whispered.
When he first forged a path to survival, he felt an immense crisis, having traveled not even four thousand miles, but just approaching three thousand six hundred miles.
Walking along the route designated by the senior Shenyou, there was no bone-chilling sensation.
However, after traveling another 500 li, Jiang Ping stopped.
"Hmm, it's about time to send someone to scout ahead."
Jiang Ping murmured, then unleashed a stunning sword strike. The Sword Light shattered the thick fog hundreds of miles ahead, and a strange aura arose.
Buzz!
In an instant, Runes filled the sky, the sea surged and boiled, and waves thousands of feet high rose up.
Ta-da!
Footsteps echoed from within the dense Runes of runes, and a tall, imposing figure strode in, riding the waves.
"Fellow Daoist, please!"
Jiang Ping tore through space, inviting the other party into the passage.
Watching the figure disappear into the distance, he revealed an expectant look and muttered to himself:
"The Shang Family's Years Sword was a huge help!"
If the Old Ancestor of the Shang Family knew this, they would probably be quite helpless.
Such a powerful sword is traditionally used when facing a formidable enemy to demonstrate one's Combat strength.
In this person's hands, however, it became a tool for exploration.
"This journey is three thousand miles long; can my Past Body ever return?"
Jiang Ping whispered again.
Today, he has perfected the Void Palm Great Accomplishment Divine Intent, and once unleashed, it can instantly traverse three thousand miles.
Although it was too slow for his True Self Body.
However, this method avoids the distance between two points, making it a more unconventional way to travel.
Moreover, the Void Passage that Jiang Ping created was much more stable.
For example, he had previously been to the Dao Mountain Peak and was able to completely bypass the Yin-Yang Compass to enter.
Of course, the Yin-Yang Compass was merely a creation of the Divine Journey to the Same Realm, while what he was currently facing was the Power of Approaching the Dao.
Whether they will be able to leave the island remains to be seen.
This time it went quite smoothly; the Past Body traversed three thousand miles and returned intact.
"The outside Void is indeed dangerous, but being inside the passage, you won't be harmed."
The Past Body said.
Jiang Ping nodded, then stepped into the passage, instantly traveling more than 7,000 li out to sea.
Buzz!
Jiang Ping stood 7,500 miles away from the South Sea, bathed in the Void True Intent, his figure appearing and disappearing.
The surrounding environment remained unchanged, still shrouded in thick fog, limiting visibility.
"We've already traveled over seven thousand li, and we still haven't left the island."
Jiang Ping sighed, "Is this the work of the Near Dao? Protecting Xuanxin Island with a distance of more than ten thousand miles as the boundary."
Moreover, it is speculated that the one protecting this island is not just this one, but probably no less than a hundred.
Tear!
Jiang Ping tore through space again, but this time he did not cross three thousand miles at once, but instead slowly cleared the way in hundred-mile increments.
Da da da!
As time passed, and he traversed thousands of miles safely, the scene before him finally changed; it was no longer shrouded in thick fog, but rather a vast and bright vista.