Cangzhou.
In the wilderness.
With each breath and circulation, Jiang Ning's injuries completely healed.
He spread his fingers, then clenched his fist again. The muscles in his arm tightened, their lines exquisitely defined.
"An immortal truly deserves to be called an immortal of legend. They really are strong!"
"Judging from that strike just now, that wasn't even the old immortal's full strength. Though I didn't go all out either, if we truly fought, we should be evenly matched!"
"I just don't know exactly what realm that old immortal is in."
As thoughts flowed through his mind, contemplation flashed repeatedly in Jiang Ning's eyes.
"My current strength should truly count as the best under heaven!"
"When the Martial Saint suppressed the world in his day, he relied on favorable timing and terrain as well. The strength of immortals depends heavily on the external environment of heaven and earth. Once they leave a Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land, they can barely wield even one or two parts out of ten of their strength. The environment is different now, so Immortal Dao cultivators must be regarded as having dropped a level in strength."
"Once immortals leave a Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land, they are merely comparable to the peak of first-rank Martial Dao, to the strength of great completion in the Unity Realm."
"Even Heavenly Immortal Realm experts whose Dao Flowers have blossomed can only wield the battle prowess of a Perfected Immortal after leaving a Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land. And I should now be at this level!"
"In the outside world, by this estimation, I should no longer fear Heavenly Immortals!"
As he considered it carefully, Jiang Ning weighed his own strength inwardly.
After pondering for a long while, he looked toward the East Sea.
"Fangzhang... Penglai... Yingzhou..."
"The three overseas islands should all have Immortal Grotto-Heavens