In the howling wind, Jiang Ding concealed his figure as he flew through the sky.
From time to time, birds and white clouds passed in front of him, above him, undisturbed, moving straight through as if they were not in the same world.
"This world... is very special."
Jiang Ding thought coldly in his heart.
"It's completely different from any Minor Thousand World of the Xianmen Sect."
"There are far too many anomalies."
"Immortal techniques, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, this Da Ai, and Han Lin... he doesn't really count, everyone has their own secrets and chances, which is not surprising."
"And then there's the Blood Spirit Holy Body, the talent of a Taoist disciple, although it cannot compare with that of a true Taoist child, the cultivation afterwards is too poor."
"So many peculiarities, so many coincidences, there must be something hidden."
"I need to be even more cautious."
Jiang Ding quietly assessed his own strength, without any arrogance or recklessness.
