Yang Lake Grotto-Heaven.
A figure skimmed across the sea, kicking up a long trail of air currents.
That figure was Jiang Ning.
Within this grotto-heaven, he had no need to restrain himself. He could fly and dart about as he pleased.
Standing above the sea and looking at the enormous island in the distance, Jiang Ning's thoughts churned. Once I achieve the Primordial Spirit, I will truly step into the realm of Primordial Spirit Immortals—and with a foundation among the finest of immortal paths. At that time, my soul will undergo a qualitative transformation. With the abilities of the Primordial Spirit, I will be able to create a world of my own and surely gain unimaginable divine powers and methods. My understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, martial techniques, and even my thoughts and comprehension will all improve significantly. I will rise to an entirely new level. When facing Ji Xuan directly, I will finally have firmer confidence.
However, forging the Dao Embryo and transforming into the Primordial Spirit cannot be done in a single day. They require time and tempering. I only hope the royal capital remains stable during this period.
Still, with Su Qingying in the royal capital, there should be no trouble.
All manner of thoughts flashed through his mind.
A moment later.
He descended from the sky and landed on the vegetation-covered island.
Finding a rock wall blanketed in vines, he raised a hand and carved out a stone cave in its center.
He plunged into the cave. As the vines fell back into place, he instantly merged completely with the island, leaving no trace of anything unusual.
At this moment.
Jiang Ning stood inside a stone cave over ten feet wide and some twenty feet high.
As the thick vines outside settled, the