Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Shangyang Inner Scenery.

Jiang Ning suspended in the sky, above him was the Great Sun he had marked.

He gazed in the direction where the Haoyang True Inheritance dissipated, his eyes deep.

"Da Chi Immortal Sect... Taiqing Realm Da Chi Heaven." He softly repeated these two names, his mind filled with thoughts.

For a moment, he thought of many things.

After a while, he steadied his Heart Spirit, his gaze turning toward the depths of the void ahead.

Just now, when he assumed the Great Sun, at the moment he ranked among the Sequenced True Inheritance, his perception had already connected with the Origin of the Inner Scenery.

He clearly sensed that within this Inner Realm, there existed the imprints of other True Disciples.

Those were the spiritual imprints each True Disciple left behind when entering and exiting the Inner Realm, acting like anchor points connecting them to their respective realms and positions.

"Lu Xun... Ning Ke... Bai Li... Shen Yuexi..." One by one, he swept through these familiar auras.

At this moment, he could feel that with just a thought, he could follow the link of a particular True Disciple and have his Primordial Spirit descend into that world.

"I wonder how much danger there is among them!" A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes as he murmured to himself.

With the Primordial Spirit leaving the body, it’s okay in the Inner Realm, even if several days or more pass in the Inner Realm, it would only be a moment outside.

However, descending into other realms is different; he knows nothing about any changes in the flow of time there.

Moreover, with the Primordial Spirit and the body separated by a realm, it’s fine for a short period, but over time, it inevitably becomes dangerous.

"However, with such an opportunity... how could I not take a trip!!" His eyes flashed with resolve, and in an instant, he made a decision, shedding all hesitations.

To take a trip to another realm, even if something unexpected happens, for him, it’s just a matter of a thought.

With just a thought, his Primordial Spirit could instantly return to the Inner Realm, then reunite with his physical body immediately, using the Inner Realm as a transit point, the entire process for him would only be a matter of moving a thought, not even taking a thousandth of a split second in time.

"Red Flame Sword Sect... Shen Yueru."

His gaze shifted, quickly locking onto one of the familiar imprints.

Shen Yueru was among these True Disciples, the one he was most familiar with, even the closest to.

Going to see Shen Yueru can be said to be the lowest risk for him.

Moreover, with Shen Yueru there, his safety would be unwittingly enhanced.

From what he understands, Shen Yueru is now the contemporary Chieftain of the Red Flame Sword Sect.

She must hold a very high position in the Red Flame Sword Sect.

In the next moment.

He closed his eyes, connecting his Heart Spirit with the imprint.

Then, a profound fluctuation spread from within the Inner Realm.

Jiang Ning only felt lights and shadows flowing before his eyes, heaven and earth turned upside down, and time and space became flowing threads in his perception, countless outlines of realms flashed through his consciousness.

This sensation was completely different from entering the Inner Realm.

Entering the Inner Realm involved detaching the spirit from the body, projecting it into that spiritual world.

But now, it was with the complete form of the Primordial Spirit, following the imprint left by Shen Yueru, crossing the barriers of realms, arriving at the other side.

It felt like a thousandth of an instant, yet also like an eternity had passed.

When the scene in front of him settled again, Jiang Ning stopped his steps.

He discovered himself standing in an entirely unfamiliar world.

The first thing that caught his eye was an overwhelmingly majestic Immortal Mountain.

The mountain towered into the clouds, its body a deep crimson hue.

The mountain’s steepness resembled a sword cut, with the main peak piercing the clouds, disappearing into the billowing sea of clouds, unreachable by sight.

Surrounding the main peak were countless subsidiary peaks, like stars supporting the moon, or myriad swords saluting the sect.

On every peak, waterfalls and streams flowed, Spiritual Mist lingered, and Qiong Buildings hidden within could be faintly seen.

Immortal Cranes flocked, circling the mist, letting out clear and melodious calls.

In the distance, myriad rays of colorful light and auspicious air illuminated the entire realm, like a painting.

The air was suffused with dense, almost tangible Spiritual Energy; as his Primordial Spirit breathed, he felt like a clear spring passing through his lungs, refreshing his mind and body.

"Is this... Cave Heaven Blessed Land?"

Jiang Ning stood in place, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, his heart surging with emotion.

This was his first time truly entering a Cave Heaven Blessed Land!

As he scanned the surroundings, he realized he was standing in a vast square.

The square was paved entirely with red Spirit Jade, smooth as a mirror, with cloud patterns flowing faintly, soft yet not slippery underfoot.

Around the square stood nine gigantic stone pillars, each engraved with ancient sword patterns, exuding a fierce yet restrained Sword Intent, as if ready to soar into the sky and cleave the universe at any moment.

At the end of the square was a winding White Jade Stairs, leading to the mid-mountain of the crimson main peak.

On both sides of the stairs, rare spiritual flowers and exotic grasses grew, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

Young female disciples in simple white long dresses carried flower baskets as they walked by in twos and threes, chatting softly without noticing his presence.

Jiang Ning withdrew his gaze, looking down at his own hands.

At this moment, he had descended here in the form of the Primordial Spirit, his form solid and indistinguishable from his true body.

Yet, others seemed completely unable to see him. He stood in the center of the square, as the Disciples of the Red Flame Sword Sect passed within a yard of him, none of them glanced his way, as if he were merely air.

"Immortal, indeed mysterious."

He thought to himself.

As an Immortal, when moving outside, if he wished to hide, ordinary people would have trouble detecting him, not to mention his mastery of the Taixu Yin Yang Sword allows him to escape into a third layer of space.