The Upper Yang Inner Landscape.
When Jiang Ning opened his eyes, the scenery before him was as familiar and unchanging as ever.
Ten great suns hung overhead, continuously radiating warmth.
Behind him lay a boundless sea of clouds, churning and rolling.
Ahead stood towering stone pillars and a gate inscribed with the words "Upper Yang."
He paused where he stood and waited a little, but the figure in red who had appeared before did not show up.
As expected, I haven't come here in a long time. Senior Sister Shen Yue Ru and I have missed each other, he thought.
Then he raised his head and walked forward. As he advanced, the scene of disordered space and time appeared before him again.
At times, ahead and all around him stood a solemn immortal sect, tranquil and peaceful amid drifting mist.
At other times, it became a ruined landscape of shattered buildings, fallen pillars, and terrifying fissures covering the ground, as though two different times and spaces overlapped here.
As a true disciple of the Shangyang Immortal Sect who had visited several times, he already knew his way around and followed the familiar path onward.
Soon, he arrived at the Yang Pool.
Its water was golden, as though a great sun had been scattered and dissolved within it.
There was still no one here.
He stepped into the Yang Pool and remained quietly for a while.
A little later, he emerged, inwardly shaking his head.
Compared with the changes it had brought before, he could now feel that the Yang Pool did almost nothing for him, or that its effects were exceedingly faint and insignificant. Remaining in it would be utterly pointless.
He then followed the familiar path to the Dao Lecture Platform again.
Every time he entered the Shangyang Immortal