The clouds dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky.
Jiang Yi's body was enveloped in a warm, brilliant light, a magnificent pillar piercing the sky. It parted the tide-like layers of Qingming's astral winds as he sped toward the gates of the Innate Sect.
The Nanzhan Continent was immense, yet they crossed thousands of miles in an instant.
Such a feat was possible only for an Ancestral Sect Dharma Lineage.
The white-haired old man carrying an eight-foot bronze drum on his back had a smug look on his face as he asked:
"Daoist, not bad, eh? This 'Ascending the Heavenly Ladder' technique."
Jiang Yi gazed outside. His perspective climbed higher and higher, reminding him of when his Divine Sense had previously leaped into the great void. It was as if he had been transported to a completely different world.
Above Qingming, the astral winds were immense.
