As Jiang Wang hurried onward, he silently mulled over the Detailed Explanation of Flame Flower City-Burning, striving to understand it thoroughly so that he could swiftly master it once his cultivation reached the necessary level. At the same time, he spared part of his attention to observe his surroundings.
Speaking of which, quite a few places on the map of The Present World had already been lit up in his mind.
He had yet to begin reading ten thousand volumes of books, but he had already traveled ten thousand miles.
Between Cloud Kingdom and Chu Kingdom lay two places that could not go unmentioned.
One was Mount Sumeru, the western sacred land of the Buddhist Sect; the other was Song Kingdom, a nation founded upon Confucian teachings. Both possessed power that could not be ignored.
The former stood alongside Hanging Temple in fame, while the latter was no weaker than Wei in the Southern Regions.
Jiang Wang noticed something rather interesting.
Ever since leaving Cloud Kingdom, he had flown all the way here. His current location happened to be the center of a circle formed by Cloud Kingdom, River Viewing Terrace, Dragon Gate Academy, Song Kingdom, and Mount Sumeru.
In other words, from where he stood now, the distance to each of those five places was the same.
What a marvelous location.
As Jiang Wang pondered this, the black-and-white Divine Ability Seed representing Divergent Path in his Second Inner Palace suddenly began spinning rapidly. A warning blared in his heart, and every hair on his body stood on end!
The sense of danger came too abruptly, too violently.
Without another word, he struck out with Eight-Sound Sea-Burning right where he stood.
Chirping and twittering, birdcalls rose into eight notes; the eight notes played the sound of the sea.
A tide