Upper Yang Grotto-Heaven.
One hour later.
Heaven and earth rumbled as another ripple descended from the void.
This time, Jiang Ning made no move and simply allowed the ripple to envelop him.
That one hour had already satisfied him.
Moreover, he believed that, with his status as a true inheritor of Shangyang, he would eventually have a chance to return.
Outside.
Above Yang Lake.
As a ripple descended, Jiang Ning's figure appeared with it.
In an instant.
With a turn of his palm, he stowed the makeshift bundle of clothing into his Mustard-Seed Leaf.
"Feels good. Having storage space really is comfortable!" Jiang Ning immediately felt much lighter.
Back in Upper Yang Grotto-Heaven, restricted by its special laws, spatial items such as the Mustard-Seed Leaf had been unusable, causing him no small inconvenience.
Now that he had returned to the outside world and could use the Mustard-Seed Leaf again, he instantly felt exceptionally unburdened.
At this moment.
Gazes from below fell upon Jiang Ning.
"Second Senior Brother, did he succeed?" Ge Xian'er asked.
"He probably did! After all, he was the only victor in this trial. But times have changed, and the Shangyang Immortal Sect has long been submerged in the river of history. That identity likely won't be of much use now!" Xie Yang said, answering her while also consoling himself.
"The Vermilion Bird Parting-Fire Sword and Azure Dragon Yi-Wood Sword were taken by him?" the elderly woman from Qingyang Sect asked from the side.
"Yes, Great-Uncle Ancestor!" Xie Yang replied respectfully.
"Great-Uncle Ancestor, and my two flying swords!" Xu Ming reminded her from beside him.
Losing those two flying swords was an enormous loss of wealth to him.
The elderly woman nodded.
At this moment, Jiang Ning also descended from the air, landing upon the tower ship where