The Southern Ranges.
The mountains stretched wild and vast, ancient trees towered into the sky, and old vines hung suspended-a savage, primeval landscape.
Deep within the ancient forest, Jiang Ning stood upon fallen leaves.
Radiance gradually emerged around him, and his body slowly floated into the air.
Then space warped. Though there was no wind, dead leaves danced wildly, gathering toward him.
At that moment, he was like a heavy object falling into a net woven by heaven and earth.
The net had originally lain flat, but his presence warped it, making it sag.
The Heaven-Earth Limit! The thought surfaced in Jiang Ning's mind once more.
Previously, he had manifested his Dharma Aspect, becoming a figure only two hundred zhang tall. Only through its enhancement had he reached this state of existence.
Now, he relied on himself, not the elevation granted by his Dharma Aspect.
Simply by standing there, he caused heaven and earth to sink around him. Space, too, was like soft silk pressed into a hollow by the weight of his existence.
The Martial Saint he had seen some days earlier had exhibited the same phenomenon. Now, dead leaves spiraled around him, pebbles floated, and light bent around his body, distorting perspective itself.
He slowly raised his right hand and studied the lines on his palm.
That simple movement-the mere raising of his hand-made the surrounding space warp before returning to normal.
It was like a fingertip brushing a still pool, leaving ripples that could not immediately settle.
"So... this is the Martial Saint realm?"
He murmured the words.
At that moment, he could feel that he was much stronger than he had been just before.
Yet he could hardly describe how much stronger he was, or where that strength lay.
It felt as though this was how