The wilderness.
Jiang Ning stood at the bottom of the pit, bending over, his palm resting on the silver armor of the Silver Armored Heavenly Soldier.
His five fingers gently exerted force, the tendons in his fingers taut, as they pressed down on the Heavenly Soldier's silver armor.
The silver armor felt cold to the touch, and even with his fingers exerting force, it still had an indestructible texture.
His fingers traced over the surface of the silver armor, marking its fist imprints and scratches.
Those fist imprints and scratches varied in depth, with none truly breaking through the silver armor.
Afterward, he slightly closed his eyes, a strand of Divine Sense emanating from his palm and permeating the Heavenly Soldier's body, probing carefully.
In an instant, everything became clear to him.
He opened his eyes, a hint of realization flashing across them.
