The Dongling Mountain Range.
An unnamed peak.
The peak was steep, its four sides covered in sheer, exposed rock.
At the summit of the peak lay a platform about ten zhang wide.
The entire platform looked as though it had been carved out by the blade of a knife and the bit of an axe.
On the platform stood merely three or five pine trees, the most conspicuous of which was a guest-welcoming pine leaning in the direction of Dongling City.
Aside from these three or five pine trees, the platform at the peak of the mountain bore no excessive vegetation or flowers, appearing exceptionally sparse.
Standing upon the summit platform, Dongling City came entirely into Jiang Ning's view.
Pedestrians in the city were like ants, appearing exceptionally diminutive.
What a fine place!
Jiang Ning nodded inwardly.
Then he withdrew his gaze from the city.
The next moment.
A flash of cold light appeared, and a long saber manifested in his hand.
Slash—
Slash—
Slash—
Wielding the saber at will, blade-light flickered and astral winds shot in all directions.
With every single strike, Jiang Ning displayed saber-intent.
Taking saber-intent as his guide, he stirred the power of heaven and earth.
He momentarily felt that special, omnipresent power between heaven and earth.
Under the traction of his saber-intent, this power transformed into streaks of blinding white blade-light.
As he continuously brandished his saber, a piercing and killing edge filled a radius of several zhang, and razor-sharp blade-light permeated every inch of space.
Amidst consecutively unleashing strikes and stirring the power of heaven and earth, Jiang Ning continuously sensed the existence of this force as well as the sensations it brought him, growing steadily accustomed to it.
A moment later.
With a turn of his wrist, gripping the saber hilt, he cleaved