Yang Lake Grotto Heaven.
Jiang Ning stepped out of the stone cave, his figure deftly weaving through the gaps in the vines, once again standing on the island.
Sunlight poured down through ten suns, illuminating the whole island in brilliant gold.
The air was filled with a scorching and pure Yang Qi, mingling with a faint cold aura from the seabed, forming a unique grotto rhythm.
Jiang Ning's gaze swept across, with a slight movement of his mind, every Spirit Grass infused with Great Sun Essence Qi, every mineral containing Pure Yang power on the island, became as clear as palm lines.
His form shimmered, like a breeze sweeping through the mountains, sometimes pausing midway.
Each pause led to a Spirit Plant or a mineral containing Great Sun Essence Qi being collected into his pouch.
He could not name most of them or recognize their medicinal properties.
But he did not care.
