Upper Yang Inner Landscape.
Jiang Ning stood amid nine shafts of golden light, his mind resonating with the nine great suns overhead.
He could clearly sense the vacancy within each great sun.
Those were the seats reserved for the ten ranked true disciples, and only one was occupied now.
When his divine sense swept over the great sun radiating a familiar presence, the aura of the Haoyang True Disciple emerged.
Just then.
That great sun suddenly trembled, its radiance surging.
The Haoyang True Disciple's figure slowly materialized within the solar disc. He still wore that moon-white Daoist robe, his face shrouded in mist, with only his eyes revealing shock and conflicting emotions.
He had clearly sensed the changes in the Inner Landscape Grounds and immediately projected himself here from his own realm.
It's him!!! At the sight of the figure below, Haoyang's heart shook violently. Junior Brother Jiang... has already come this far?
He murmured aloud, a trace of disbelief in his voice.
He saw that Jiang Ning's solidified Primordial Spirit body looked utterly different from before.
His left eye blazed, as though a great sun lay within it.
His right eye was dark, as though it held a moon of Lunar Yin.
Black and white energies circled him, profound yin-yang light flowing throughout his body and spreading in layer upon layer.
His aura was transcendent and supreme.
With yin and yang as his foundation, he has formed a superior immortal foundation! And even among superior immortal foundations, his is extraordinary. Compared with the foundation I formed, it is even more exceptional!
At that moment, countless thoughts surfaced in Haoyang's mind.
He remembered Jiang Ning. Of the seven true disciples he had summoned last time, Jiang Ning had left the deepest impression.
It was not because of his strength, but