Upper Yang Inner Landscape.
Jiang Ning hovered in the air, the great sun he had left his mark upon hanging above his head.
He gazed in the direction where the Haoyang True Disciple had vanished, his eyes profound.
"Great Red Immortal Sect. Great Red Heaven of the Taiqing Realm." He repeated those two names in a low voice, his thoughts surging like waves.
For a time, countless thoughts ran through his mind.
A moment later, he steadied himself and turned his gaze toward the depths of the void ahead.
The instant he had taken command of the great sun and become one of the sequence true disciples, his perception had connected with the source of the Inner Landscape.
He could clearly sense that this Inner Landscape contained marks belonging to other true disciples.
They were spiritual imprints left behind whenever each true disciple entered or departed the Inner Landscape. Like anchors, they connected to the realms and locations where those disciples resided.
"Lu Xun. Ning Ke, Bai Li, Shen Yuexi." He swept through one familiar aura after another.
At this moment, he could sense that with a mere thought, he could follow a certain true disciple's connection and send his Primordial Spirit to that world.
I wonder how much danger lies within! A thoughtful glint flashed through his eyes.
It was fine for the Primordial Spirit to leave the body within the Inner Landscape. Even if several days—or even longer—passed in the Inner Landscape, only an instant would pass outside.
But descending into other realms was different. He had no understanding of how their flow of time might vary.
Moreover, with his Primordial Spirit separated from his physical body by an entire realm, it would be fine for a short while. But if too much time passed, danger would inevitably