Yang Lake Grotto-Heaven.
Ten suns hung in the sky.
Beneath his feet stretched a boundless sea; in the distance were islands no larger than black dots.
At that moment, the vast will of the Grotto-Heaven descended.
The void rippled, and a formless voice echoed in Jiang Ning's mind.
"So it is a true disciple of the upper sect who has arrived."
The voice in his mind was indifferent and devoid of emotion, yet it contained a majestic, boundless will.
Sensing the message conveyed by that voice, Jiang Ning's heart settled.
He knew that the identity mark of a true disciple of the Shangyang Immortal Sect upon him had taken effect and earned the acceptance of this Grotto-Heaven's will.
"Jiang Ning, disciple of the Shangyang Immortal Sect, needs to borrow your land's purest Yin-Yang Qi to forge a Dao Embryo and establish the foundation for the path of a Ninefold Profound Immortal. I hope you can make this convenient." He silently recited the words in his heart, sending out his intent.
"True disciple of the upper sect, please help yourself!" The Grotto-Heaven's will spoke again, and the descending ripples of will swiftly faded away.
In but a moment, that invisible pressure dissipated, and the heavens and earth returned to clarity.
"Help myself! That means this world possesses the purest Yin-Yang Qi I need. If it did not, the Grotto-Heaven's will would not have answered so!" Jiang Ning muttered inwardly, a thoughtful gleam flashing through his eyes.
Then he looked at the ten golden suns overhead before lowering his gaze to the deep, boundless ocean beneath his feet.
"In this Grotto-Heaven world, the seawater is bone-chillingly cold. Beneath the surface must be a place of extreme Yin. To extract the purest Yin Qi, I should go to the seabed. As for pure