Chapter 1908 - 208: Primordial Spirit Transformation—The Possibility of Surpassing Ancient Immortal Sages!

"Grandpa, the Immortal has left!" The child tugged at the old man’s robe and said, tilting his head up.

The old man nodded blankly, then slowly bent down toward the direction of the lake.

"Immortal, bless us with timely wind and rain..."

...

The Royal Capital.

A bright moon hung high, its watery light shrouding the magnificent city.

Within the Royal Capital, vast districts were still ablaze with lights, a scene of songs and dances, prosperity and peace.

Walking along the broad streets, brushing past the crowd, with the mundane smoke and fire of the city drifting from both sides, Jiang Ning’s heart was utterly calm.

He walked slowly along the long street, passed through the bustling night market of the Royal Capital, traversed the lanes where the lights grew sparse; the entire Royal Capital had long since been enveloped by his Heart Spirit.

He also knew that everything remained the same as several days before, without the slightest change.

"I just don’t know when those Immortals’ second wave of probing will come." He headed toward the street before his own mansion, a thought flashing through his mind.

Several days ago, that Sword Immortal descended upon the Royal Capital; though he beheaded him outside the capital, he knew this matter would not end so simply.

What followed would inevitably be probes even fiercer.

These days, though all was peaceful, he knew it was merely the calm before the coming storm.

Whether the Martial Saint had entered seated transformation, he did not know, and neither did those Immortals.

He also understood that without confirming this matter, those Immortals would not easily step out of their old lairs.

For Immortals, ninety percent of their strength lies with their environment.

Once they leave their Cave Heaven Blessed Lands, deprived of the support of heaven and earth, even true Immortals will see their strength fall by ninety percent, or even more.

What lies ahead will be ever more probes, until they force the Martial Saint to emerge, or until they can confirm the Martial Saint’s seated transformation.

At that time, all balance will be utterly broken.

"If it comes to that, then I will be the key among them!" Jiang Ning’s thoughts flashed once more.

"Fortunately, my strength has broken through again. That at least adds a few degrees of safety. And unlike the Martial Saint, my Immortal Dao is still progressing. By realm, I should already have reached Human Immortal Perfection, the Peak of Human Immortal. One step further, into the Small Success Realm, with the bud completed, will be the Heavenly Immortal Realm!"

"If something truly unexpected happens, with my foundation and the Peak of Human Immortal realm, it is not impossible to turn peril into safety!"

Thinking to this point, Jiang Ning’s heart loosened slightly.

The next instant.

He stepped onto the stairs.

Dong, dong, dong—

Clear knocking echoed far through the tranquil Marquis Mansion.

...

The other half.

The building rose nine floors high.

Upon the ninth-floor terrace.

A youth in purple robes was raising a cup toward the Mingyue.

"It truly is ’with my shadow we make three’." Wang Yu smiled faintly.

Then he drained the turbid wine in the cup in one gulp.

As a family servant, yet now bearing the identity of one with a Nine Heavens Heavenly Emperor–grade bloodline and arriving in the Royal Capital, this feeling made him incomparably exhilarated.

Years of bowed head and humble servility made him now all the more relish this sensation.

"Young Master!" Just then, a follower in a moon-white long robe appeared before him.

"What is it?" Wang Yu set down the cup, his expression indifferent, his mind recalling his Family Head’s bearing—spring breeze gentle, qi-rhyme innate.

"King Luoshui’s aura has appeared in the Royal Capital." That follower said.

"Oh? So he has already returned?" Wang Yu said blandly.

"Yes, Young Master!" the follower replied again.

"Then tomorrow we’ll pay a visit to this King Luoshui. It’s a good chance to see this so-called ’number one man in eight hundred years’." Wang Yu once more raised his cup, smiling faintly, a curve at the corner of his mouth, then he emptied it in one drink.

"Yes, Young Master!" The follower answered, then bowed and withdrew.

"On par with the Martial Saint, first under heaven, the number one man in eight hundred years..." Wang Yu’s voice was indifferent, a curve lingering on his lips.

...

That night.

After several shichen.

Moonlight lay quiet, slanting in through the eastern window, spilling over the exquisite, crystal-clear jade-like body upon the bed.

Jiang Ning slowly withdrew his gaze from Lin Qingyi’s body.

"It is time to test what level my Primordial Spirit has reached now." The thought flickered in his mind.

The next instant.

He could sense the aura of the Shangyang Inner Scenery.

As he was now, he no longer needed to rely on the identity of a True Disciple.

The ten Haoyang True Inheritors of Shangyang were enough to let him freely come and go from the Shangyang Inner Scenery.

...

The Shangyang Inner Scenery.

Ten suns hung in the heavens.

One of the Great Suns stirred slightly.

Then a speck of hazy light emerged within it, as small as a seed; from it myriad tendrils and veins extended, forming a human silhouette.

The next instant.

Gold and silver radiance flowed; the figure instantly condensed.

The figure dwelled within the sun, gold and silver interwoven across his body, sheathed in Nine-layered Profound Light.

Then all strange splendor fell still, and that figure stepped out from within the Great Sun.

This person was Jiang Ning.

At this moment, Jiang Ning hung high in the sky of the Shangyang Inner Scenery.

Above his head the ten suns were suspended; he felt the subtle fluctuations transmitted from the Chaos Seed deep within his Primordial Spirit.

In this moment, with a pure Primordial Spirit body, he sensed it all the more clearly.

The seed hovered at the Spirit Platform of his Primordial Spirit, its whole surface covered in mysterious patterns, with sun and moon phantoms flowing ceaselessly across it.

Countless tendrils extended to every part of the Primordial Spirit, forming a vast netlike web of veins, tightly linking the entire Primordial Spirit together.

"So this is the result after tempering my foundation once more..."

He murmured inwardly, then stirred the Power of Primordial Spirit.

In a flash, the Chaos Seed gave a slight tremor, and countless tendrils all burst forth in dazzling light.

Gold-and-silver interwoven radiance surged from the depths of the Primordial Spirit, sweeping across his whole body in an instant.

He felt that at this moment his strength seemed to have gained a soul, gained a core; no longer fighting in separate fragments, but highly unified, condensed as one.

"This is the difference between scattered rabble and an elite army." He thought to himself.

Then he slowly opened his eyes; in his pupils, the left reflected a Golden Crow, the right hung a Jade Rabbit, wondrous beyond compare.

He lowered his head to look at his own hands; in his palms faint patterns of sun and moon appeared, and indistinctly the form of a Kunpeng could be seen.

"The Yin Yang transformation, the Chaos transformation, the Kunpeng transformation... everything has been linked together."

A realization rose in his heart.

As he was now, he had already stepped into the realm of Human Immortal Perfection; one step further would be the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

And to take that step, he needed both the Sun Scripture and the Taiyin True Scripture to reach the Small Success Realm; when the bud is completed, that will be Heavenly Immortal.

As for the previous hidden danger of Yin Yang imbalance, it had long since been utterly resolved.

"If I were to enter the Immortal Dao now, I should be worthy of the title of Supreme Taoist!" He murmured inwardly, the thought surfacing.

He knew that the opportunities he now held were such that even the Taoist Ancestor Venerable of the Shangyang Immortal Sect in ages past might not have possessed them.

Taiyin and Taiyang were both supreme Great Daos.

To gather both scriptures into one body, intertwining and fusing them and evolving them to the utmost—that was an achievement the many great existences of the past could not replicate.

Immortal Foundation, Immortal Foundation.

It is the Immortal Dao Foundation.

Once the foundation is formed and the high tower built upon it, that foundation can no longer be altered.

Those many great existences, unless they, like him, started from the very beginning, from nothing to something...

Only then could they obtain such an achievement.

But the past cannot be changed; only future successors can, like him, temper a supreme foundation and gain infinite possibilities.

All sorts of stray thoughts surfaced in his heart, but as his Heart Spirit settled, all distractions vanished.

At this moment, his attention was drawn to the other Great Suns.

Originally, among the ten suns, only two bore unusual auras.

One Great Sun belonged to the Haoyang True Inheritor, who had entered the top ten Sequenced True Inheritance earlier than he.

The other was the Great Sun he himself occupied.

But now, after not too long—only several months—he sensed that among the ten suns, eight already held unusual auras.

Jiang Ning’s gaze tightened abruptly, and he understood in his heart.

He still remembered that when he took his place as Sun Lord, among the ten Sequenced True Inheritance seats, only he and Hao Yang occupied two.

Yet now, in merely a few short months, six more had successively taken their places.

Some hot and blazing, some unrestrained, some heavy, some dazzling... each with its own character, clearly all existences who had attained the Primordial Immortal Realm.

"Such an abnormal speed of taking their places is, in great likelihood, related to Xuan Yang!" A thought flashed through Jiang Ning’s mind, and vigilance arose within him.

The Master of the Great Sun, sole heir and successor of the Shangyang Immortal Sect’s Sect Master.

And that position could fall to only one person.

The day the ten Sun Lords all take their seats will be the day the struggle for the Master of the Great Sun begins.