Due to recent contact, he has already understood the character of Martial Saint.
Straightforward, without too many twists and turns.
Looking at Jiang Ning, the Martial Saint Spirit Body nodded.
Then, he turned to face the depths of the sea of clouds, raised his hand and pointed lightly. A gentle yet substantial white light burst forth from his fingertip, like a sharp sword cutting open the churning sea of clouds ahead, revealing a straight path.
At the end of the path, the outline of a majestic mountain could be vaguely seen, its body black as iron, with a deep chasm running vertically through the center, resembling a sinister wound on the earth—it was the location of the Dragon Burial Abyss.
"Keep up."
As those words fell, the Martial Saint Spirit Body stepped forward, seemingly ordinary, yet he appeared a hundred feet away.
