Two punches! The means of a Primordial Spirit Immortal!

The Immortal Crossing Sect.

After a heavy snowfall, all of Cloudshadow Peak was frosted white, blanketed in ice and snow.

Snowflakes still drifted through the sky. The heavy snow had dwindled to scattered flakes, but the chill remained intense.

As they climbed the steps toward Cloudveil Peak, the cold winds that occasionally swept through the mountains made everyone shiver.

"Cough, cough—"

Every so often, Jiang Ning coughed.

Each cough made Shen Wenyuan exceptionally anxious.

He could sense that breaking the formation had taken an enormous toll on Jiang Ning.

After all, he had used his own body to lever the mighty power of heaven and earth.

Just then.

On a distant mountain peak.

A man stood in the snow, looking to be in his mid-forties. His hands rested behind his back, his bearing refined and easygoing, with a touch of scholarly grace.

He was Xia Xuanyan.

Standing in the snow, his figure was slightly indistinct, giving off a faint, hazy glow. Clearly, this was not his true body.

He quietly watched the scene on Cloudveil Peak, watching Jiang Ning, and a faint smile curled his lips.

"What extraordinary means. What a pity he was born in the wrong age! Otherwise, with his comprehension, becoming an immortal and founding a lineage would have been only natural!"

"But this is good too!" Xia Xuanyan's smile deepened. "Only this way will he be suited to my purposes! I believe that when I approach him next time, he'll understand what he must give up and what he stands to gain."

Elsewhere.

Jiang Ning climbed the steps.

Somewhere beyond his senses, he could feel a gaze resting on him. He had felt it ever since arriving at Cloudveil Peak.

It should be the Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land behind the Immortal Crossing Sect! His mind grew slightly