Dongling City.
When the sky turned crab-shell blue, this ancient city of a thousand years still slept beneath a thin mist, while clusters of golden clouds appeared in the eastern sky.
Jiang Ning transformed into a streak of deep-blue light and hovered above the ancient city.
At this moment, he resembled a night-wandering god, deep-blue mist seeming to rise around him.
Under his observation, the figures below displayed different states.
Some had feeble auras, like tiny candle flames. They were ordinary peddlers and laborers.
Others were like burning torches, radiating light and heat. They were the patrolling martial soldiers and the martial soldiers guarding the city walls.
There were also those as vigorous as bonfires, brimming with scorching auras. They were officers and generals of the official army.
And there were presences like blazing furnaces. Even from a great distance, he could sense their existence.
Jiang Ning stared deeply in the direction of that furnace-like presence before withdrawing his gaze.
As far as he knew, that was where Zhao Yulong was.
At this moment, something became clear to him.
The different states he observed were related to the strength of living beings.
The stronger a living being was, the more striking it appeared to him.
Like that furnace-like figure—Jiang Ning felt that, in his current state, he most likely could not approach it.
The next moment.
Hovering above the ancient city, he felt the air gradually fill with a scorching aura.
It was as though he stood within a vast sea that was slowly being brought to a boil.
He then glanced toward the distant eastern sky.
The daylight gradually brightened, and the clouds overhead in the east were plated with gold.
Just as the rising sun was about to emerge, he suddenly transformed into a meteor trailing its tail