The Upper Yang Inner Landscape.
Jiang Ning hovered in the sky, his gaze sweeping over the eight occupied great suns, a faint flicker in his eyes.
Eight Sun Lords in all, each with a superior immortal foundation, each a Primordial Spirit Immortal. For them all to take their places in such a short time, Profound Yang must be pulling the strings!
He pondered this, then the thoughts in his eyes settled into calm.
For he knew he was no longer the man he had once been.
After becoming a Primordial Spirit Immortal, he had made several further breakthroughs in the Spiritual Altar Illumination of the True Self Method. Now, his primordial spirit had undergone another tempering, condensing a transformed seed within its spirit platform that governed his entire being. He had long since undergone a metamorphosis.
He had nothing to fear from a situation like this.
As his thoughts turned, his gaze fell below.
Broken walls, collapsed buildings, the golden Yang Pool, the Dao Lecture Platform that defied sight, and the Heaven-Climbing Stairway shrouded in clouds and mist.
The next moment.
His figure vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, he was already before the Dao Lecture Platform.
Compared with before, he could now perceive more of its mysteries.
Golden grains of sand invisible to the naked eye drifted through the void ahead, occasionally stirring faint ripples.
Deeper still lay an inexplicable presence.
The traces of time! he murmured inwardly.
Then he slowly stepped into the area of the Dao Lecture Platform, found a spot that felt comfortable, and sat down.
His eyes drifted shut.
His spiritual perception spread silently outward.
At that moment, he vaguely sensed several inexplicable presences intertwining here.
Suddenly.
One cluster of that presence stood out, turning from indistinct to clear before sweeping over him.