Heavenly Soldiers Pursue Yang Jian

Across the Primordial Land, mountains and rivers stretched on without end.

A figure walked through the air amid the sea of clouds.

Who else could it be but Yang Jian?

After leaving the Netherworld Underworld, Yang Jian did not hurry toward Guanjiang Mouth. Instead, he traveled along the way, taking in the heavens, the earth, the mountains, and the rivers.

All these years, he had been bitterly cultivating in the Underworld.

Though his cultivation had advanced with astonishing speed, he had not truly had many chances to come into contact with the outside world.

Now that he had set foot in the Primordial Land, he finally felt for himself that the vastness of this world was far beyond what a single corner of a cave residence could compare to.

The mountains and rivers were boundless, and spiritual energy surged like waves.

The Demon Race occupied the forests and mountains, while smoke and fire rose from Human Race cities.

Rogue Cultivators rode the wind past, and Fierce Beasts roared from deep valleys.

Every single thing shook Yang Jian's mind and spirit.

"So this is the Primordial?"

Yang Jian murmured softly.

A trace of yearning flashed through his eyes.

But very soon, that yearning was replaced by a hint of resolve.

He had not forgotten the true purpose of his leaving the Underworld. His mother, Yao Ji, was still suppressed beneath Peach Mountain. If he wanted to save his mother, he had to become stronger.

Golden Immortal cultivation was already high above ordinary living beings in their eyes.

But before the Western Heavenly Court, it still amounted to nothing.

Yang Jian understood this very clearly. Precisely because he understood, he did not have the slightest arrogance or indulgence.

"Master was right. The path of cultivation rises step by step. I am still