Jiang Ding concealed his form, flying through the Soulless Desert.
All around were yellow sands and tornado storms, a desolate expanse void of life, not a hint of green or vitality existed, and there was not the slightest trace of Spiritual Energy.
This environment was naturally a sanctuary for evading the search of cultivators, even those not skilled in Concealment magic would find it extremely hard to be discovered here.
All sorts of tracking by aura, causality, or bloodline would see their range and precision severely weakened.
In the world of cultivation, no matter what method, it all ultimately depended on the existence of Spiritual Energy.
At the same time,
Above Beast Spirit Immortal City, space was repeatedly torn asunder, and powerful presences emerged one after another in the sky, their daunting pressure rippled in all directions, Domains enveloped the surroundings, and the Spiritual Energy was imprisoned so densely it was like iron.
"Paying respects to... Immortal!"
