Jiang Ding took a deep breath.
After six years on the road, the sight of greenery before him stirred his heart slightly, but that feeling quickly vanished as his figure slowly faded away.
Even if Divine Sense swept over him, it couldn't find anything.
"Magnetic Concealment Skills!"
Over the years, through continuous comprehension by his avatar, he had recently achieved minor success. With the amplification of the Taiqing Flying Sword, even Nascent Soul Monks in the early stage couldn't detect him when face to face.
Mid-stage Nascent Soul Monks, if they weren't carefully scanning, would likewise fail to notice him.
Before him lay the Northern Plains, rich in water and grass, vibrant with life, and more vast and magnificent than the Three Kingdoms' Cultivation world, and its dangers matched its splendor. No longer could someone at the Golden Pill Peak roam unhindered.
"Divine Crow Immortal..."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
