His body shot upward at tremendous speed with a deafening rush through the air. Jiang Yang had no time to think and clung tightly to the Vines.
After a flash of white light, he drifted down among the clouds. Only when he recovered his senses did he hastily summon the wind and descend slowly to the ground.
Jiang Yang instinctively looked around. Splendid jade towers surrounded him, their courtyards adorned with emerald canopies, while layers of auspicious clouds billowed and rose. It was as magnificent as an immortal palace with towers reaching into heaven.
The moment he landed, Jiang Yang dashed toward a nearby cluster of palaces.
Before they came, his master Xuan Guang had warned him that this secret realm was not as vast as a blessed land or grotto-heaven. Its spirit treasures and cultivation resources were concentrated in relatively few places, and every faction had sent plenty of disciples. There would certainly be a Too Many Wolves, Too Little Meat situation.
Their early entry was already an advantage Xuan Guang had secured for them. Time was short; if he stood dazed for even a little longer, other cultivators would arrive to compete for the spoils.
He might as well seize this head start to claim a palace and search it. Any later, and this chance to pick up treasures for nothing would be gone.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yang thought:
Senior Sister isn't beside me. Master must have deliberately separated us...
That's fine. One palace each, instead of huddling together in one place. This will be more efficient!
As he thought, Jiang Yang picked the grandest palace nearby and stopped before a vermilion gate.
Jade rings fashioned from green jade hung on the gate. All around was silent, and Jiang Yang pushed it open and entered.
The doors swung wide.