Before the Royal Capital.
The towering city walls stretched across the land like a dragon.
Jiang Ning glanced at the walls ahead, then turned and left.
Before the Martial Saint departed earlier, he had asked Jiang Ning to visit him. Jiang Ning had not forgotten.
The next moment.
Like fleeting light and passing shadows, he crossed mountains and mighty rivers, arriving atop the peak that stood like a divine sword in an instant.
Looking up, he could sense the entrance to the Grotto-Heaven suspended high overhead.
The entrance appeared with perfect clarity in his eyes.
He was certain that, if he wished, he could force his way into this Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land without anyone's permission.
As that thought flashed through his mind, he immediately thought of the Martial Saint.
If even his current abilities allowed him to do this, the Martial Saint could undoubtedly do it more easily.
In the past, Jiang Ning had been too weak to have any real conception of the Martial Saint's strength.
With so few records of the Martial Saint's battles, he had lacked any concrete understanding.
But this time was different.
With merely a spirit incarnation, he had slain a flood dragon with nearly five thousand years of cultivation, one on the verge of becoming a true dragon, in a single move.
Against the ruler of the Demon Kingdom, the being known as the Demon Emperor, he had thrown only three punches before defeating him.
From those two crisp, decisive battles, Jiang Ning could imagine the Martial Saint's strength. It was power beyond the comprehension of the world's martial artists.
Yet even with such strength, the Martial Saint had not been able to raze those so-called Grotto-Heaven Blessed Lands.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Jiang Ning's heart could not help sinking.
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