Jiang Ding rode the super-battleship Great Sun upward.
Higher and higher he climbed, into the fierce wind, through the still-forming layers of realm lightning and astral wind, until he reached a thin World Wall.
This was a world's protection.
If this void realm developed into a true world hundreds of millions of years later, this would become its World Wall, sheltering the countless lives within.
For now, though, it was fragile. It seemed an attack at the Spirit Transformation level could break it.
Jiang Ding stood before the World Wall for a long time. Then he piloted the Great Sun along it, searching inch by inch while using a secret art to sense his surroundings.
It was far harder than searching the ground.
Traces of Primal Yellow Hongmeng Mother Qi were exceedingly rare. It often took him a long time to find even a little, and the World Wall was constantly shifting. Any trace could vanish at any moment.
Jiang Ding did not rush. He searched patiently, heedless of the passing time.
In fact, after reaching the peak of the Golden Core stage, he no longer needed to cultivate. He had plenty of time to do as he wished.
Within the void realm, Ou Yanghui, An Siyan, and the others piloted warships in search of Yin-Yang Creation Qi to collect and fuse. The nine Dao Children and their disciples also patrolled and searched, but found nothing.
High above, Jiang Ding and his super-battleship examined the World Wall bit by bit, stopping now and then to study it.
"A treasure has been right under my nose..."
Jiang Ding ran a hand over the World Wall and murmured to himself.
This unformed, still-growing World Wall was itself the greatest opportunity here.
In the Immortal Sect, it would merit a nine-star museum at