Boom boom—
Behind Zhang Jing, a deep azure world projection spanning twenty thousand miles in the radius slowly emerged as if it could descend into reality at any moment. The void continually vibrated, releasing an indescribable oppressive aura.
With a single wave of his hand, a misty grey force of the world spread out.
In an instant, all fluctuations of aura were sealed within the cave, not a strand escaping.
Seeing this, Zhang Jing let out a small sigh of relief.
"Twenty thousand miles... it seems that the main body has been quite active lately; he must have gained something at the True Immortal Trade Fair. I need to accelerate my progress here as well and not waste time idly in the River of Cosmos Secret Realm."
"Let the refining begin."
He thought to himself.
Even with his confidence, the moment he actually set to work, an inexplicable tension surged in Zhang Jing's heart.
"Five-Color Cloud Flag."
