If someone had lain on the ground to look, they should have been able to see that the soles of Jing Jiu's shoes were not actually touching the ground completely.
The Nether Emperor pointed at his feet. Jing Jiu came to his senses and settled onto solid ground, becoming a little shorter.
He now had more of a sense of presence. His Immortal Intent remained, but he was no longer quite so elusive and traceless.
Jing Jiu looked at the Nether Emperor and noticed the changes in him as well.
The Nether Emperor's aura had become much stronger. His eyes, like jet-black gems, were even more tranquil, and the skin of his face was still pale, but no longer so translucent.
This was not because his skin had grown thicker, but because the flowing light in his body had vanished without a trace-or perhaps it was hidden in the parts of his body covered by his clothes.
A breeze came from the cliff, stirring his black sleeves and making his bearing seem even more profound, like night, like an abyss, as though he could devour all light.
Why had the Nether Emperor recovered so much of his cultivation and strength? Though he still had less than a tenth of what he had possessed at his peak, he was already an entirely different person from three years earlier.
Jing Jiu and the Nether Emperor had held lengthy discussions about the way of the Sword Ghost. Presumably, these had given the Nether Emperor some insights, but there had to be a more important reason.
A bell rang, followed by a faint crack, and a bolt of lightning appeared in the dark clouds.
Jing Jiu's gaze fell there, then turned to the Formation Diagram and the mosquitoes concealed in the breeze, and he