Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

On the mountaintop.

After Jiang Ning thanked Lin Yuexi, his gaze peeled away from the Ten Domains Heavenly Patrol Order in his hand.

"The Ten Domains Heavenly Patrol Order of the Haoyang True Inheritor is indeed extraordinary." Jiang Ning looked at the token in his hand, muttering to himself.

The words exchanged between Lin Yuexi and Bai Li, though few, revealed to him a corner of the truth of the world.

The river of time, the land of ruins, true immortals beholding the truth of the world!

This information is far more systematic and shocking than the fragmented records he saw in Tao Palace’s ancient texts.

"So it turns out, the world we are in is merely a wave in the river of time." Jiang Ning looked up to the horizon, his gaze seemingly penetrating the clouds, seeing the vast river that carries everything without form or substance.

After attaining the Immortal level of Primordial Spirit, he already felt that the world was becoming small, and now it seems it was not an illusion.

But rather, his perception is beginning to touch the deeper structure of the world.

However, he has not truly seen the truth of the world, unable to jump out of the river’s constraints like a true immortal, to see clearly the true relationship between himself and the world.

"True Immortal..." Jiang Ning silently recited these two words in his heart, a hint of yearning flashing through his eyes.

According to Lin Yuexi, only by becoming a True Immortal can one truly transcend the constraints of heaven and earth, see the truth of the river of time, and even possess the ability to influence its course.

Such a realm is far beyond his current state as an Immortal of Primordial Spirit.

In this current era, this path is also not feasible.

Unless you wait for some years, until the Ten Domains converge, merging into a grand world.

When the environment of heaven and earth revives, the true path to immortality can then be reopened.

At this moment, the images of the woman in the ice coffin and the woman in the Moon Palace of the Water Moon Sword Palace he saw earlier appeared again in his mind.

Their figures are both blurred in his mind.

But he knows, these two must be incredibly beautiful.

Such existence has long been the perfect and flawless life, truly Immortal Muscle and Jade Bone.

While pondering, his gaze turned towards the Water Moon Sword Palace in the direction of Dongling County.

A slight hesitation flickered in his eyes, which then transformed into determination.

The next moment.

His Heart Spirit swept over Jieshan County, which was a hundred miles away, then transformed into a rainbow of black and white, soaring skyward.

In just an instant.

The rainbow formed by the black and white pierced through the entire sky.

It seemed to divide the sky into two halves.

...

Chengde Palace.

In front of Chengde Hall, the smell of blood still lingers.

Ji Mingyuan looked at the gradually cooling corpse of his third brother Ji Mingyu on the ground, his face devoid of sorrow or joy.

He calmly bent down to pick up the long sword that had fallen to the ground, its blade still stained with dark red blood.

"Clean it up." He calmly ordered.

The death of a blood relative seemed to have little effect on his mood.

The Golden Armor Forbidden Army quickly stepped forward, beginning to tidy up the scene.

Their movements were practiced, clearly having rehearsed this countless times before.

Just then, a scout wearing light armor hurriedly approached, kneeling on one knee, his voice carrying an urgent restraint: "Your Highness! Over at Chengqian Palace... it failed!"

Ji Mingyuan’s grip on the sword tightened slightly, the blade reflecting a cold light in the morning sun.

"Explain clearly."

The scout bowed his head: "The thirty elite death soldiers dispatched by General Shen met a surprise attack outside Chengqian Palace; all were annihilated. The Eighth Prince is currently unharmed."

As the words fell, the air suddenly froze.

Ji Mingyuan slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Shen Mengyun, who was not far beside him.

The woman was still dressed in bright silver armor, her ponytail tied high, long sword hanging low, her expression so calm it was almost indifferent.

Their eyes met, and Shen Mengyun faced his gaze without any evasion.

Ji Mingyuan suddenly smiled, then raised his hand, and gently waved it.

"Everyone, follow me to Chengqian Palace."

The Golden Armor Forbidden Army responded in unison, the sound of armor clashing like waves crashing.

Three hundred elites quickly lined up, turning their blades, advancing towards the other side of the Imperial Palace, where Chengqian Palace lay.

Chengqian Palace, the residence of the Eighth Prince Ji Minghao.

At this time, Shen Mengyun silently followed behind, gripping her long sword tighter.

The crew passed through the palace path, their shadows pulled long by the morning light.

The palace maids and eunuchs along the way had already hidden away, the inside of the palace walls eerily silent.

Chengqian Palace lay just ahead.

The palace gates were wide open, without guards, without attendants, like an empty hall.

Ji Mingyuan stopped before the palace gates, looking up at the golden words "Chengqian Palace" written above the threshold.

These were penned personally by the Changning Emperor years ago, the strokes strong and vigorous, exuding an aura of swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Since Fifth Brother is here, why not come in and sit?"

A clear voice came from inside the palace.

Ji Mingyuan took a step inside.

Inside Chengqian Palace, Ji Minghao stood on the thirteen steps, wearing a plain white robe, holding a cup of sake, calmly watching the Golden Armor Forbidden Army streaming into the palace entrance.

His face was calm, full of composure.

Inside the palace, apart from a black-clad man holding a sword standing behind him, there was no one else.

"Eighth Brother has such an elegant interest." Ji Mingyuan entered the palace, speaking with a calm tone.

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the black-clad man with the sword beside Ji Minghao.

"Eighth Brother’s hands, surprisingly still have such a capable one!" praised Ji Mingyuan.

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the corpses lying below and on the steps, their blood staining the steps red over time, flowing through the brick gaps and spreading in all directions.

"Without this capable person, I’m afraid I would be slain by now." Ji Minghao walked down the steps slowly, avoiding the corpses underfoot, reaching the open space in the palace.

At this moment.