“Xing Caijian wanted to assist me out of good intentions, but she’s also exposed me in front of so many people prematurely.” Jian Chen sighed inside. Originally, he wanted to move around discreetly in the Skyscraping World, trying his best to not raise the attention of others. That way, it could save him a lot of premature trouble.

    But that had done it now. He had become the centre of attention the moment he entered the Skyscraping World, and some Immortal Exalts had begun harbouring ill intentions towards him already.

    He feared none of the threats here, but if he could make it to the very end in an easier manner, why go through all of this trouble?

    The mask from the Illusionary Daemon race could alter his appearance, but only around three hundred people had entered the Skyscraping World. They were all familiar with one another. If an unfamiliar face appeared, that would not be good.

    “Oh well, what can I do? Since some of these troubles will be unavoidable, I’ll just have to deal with them as they come.” Jian Chen was calm. He continued to use the Divine Armour of Heavenflight and the mask from the Illusionary Daemon race to cover his tracks, moving along at a speed that could be regarded as extremely slow for an Immortal Emperor.

    He was forced to travel like this. The Skyscraping World was riddled with formations. These powerful formations possessed the ability to suppress the senses of the soul. Even Immortal Exalts could only expand the senses of their souls to one hundred kilometres away.

    Moreover, the entire world was shaped like a planet-sized mountain. The paths meandered with many boulders and obstacles. As a result, visibility was extremely limited as well. If he moved too quickly, it was very easy to have collisions.

    In the outside world, even Immortal Emperors and Immortal Monarchs, let alone Immortal Exalts, could see extremely far into the distance. They could look past all obstacles to a certain extent.

    But here, everyone lost this ability, having all been suppressed by the formations.

    “I’m really not used to this place. The senses of my soul have basically been rendered useless. Sometimes, I can’t even sense as far as I can see.” Jian Chen remained thirty metres above the ground as he flew through the air.

    Beneath his feet was a mountain path covered by lush vegetation, which pulsed with the power of formations.

    Apart from the plants that grew later, many of the objects here could not be destroyed.

    The path had not been created as a result of activity, but specially created by the Skyscraping Sword Venerable when designing this place. It also served as a part of the formations like its vessel, unable to be altered or destroyed.

    As a result, even when the Skyscraping World had already been opened several times, none of the intense battles that occurred here managed to alter the terrain.

    Only Ninth Heavenly Layer Immortal Exalts could achieve such a feat.

    “But with my current realm of cultivation, the mysteries of the Way of the Sword that can only be regarded as a stream from the stone tablet is nowhere near enough for me to break through.” Jian Chen murmured. Shortly afterwards, he entered the Primeval Divine Hall with the senses of his soul and arrived where Jing Mumu cultivated in seclusion.

    At this moment, Jing Mumu sat on a rock with her eyes shut. She seemed to be cultivating.

    However, Jian Chen could tell with a single glance that she was not cultivating. She had only shut her eyes as if she was thinking about something.

    “The peak of Golden Immortal, only a step away from Daluo Golden Immortal. Mumu, looks like you’ve already successfully inherited the Nine Limits Saint’s legacy. Otherwise, your strength would have never increased so much in such a short amount of time,” Jian Chen looked at Jing Mumu with a smile. His face was filled with gladness.

    As Jian Chen’s voice rang out, Jing Mumu opened her eyes. Her bright eyes were filled with surprise and delight as she said in joy, “Master, you’ve finally come to visit me.”

    As she said that, Jing Mumu stood up from the rock and arrived by Jian Chen’s side in a single step. She grabbed his arm intimately and opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she soon furrowed her brows. Her delicate face turned bright red as if she was conflicted.

    “What’s wrong, Mumu?” Jian Chen looked at Jing Mumu in a strange manner.

    Jing Mumu’s cheeks puffed up as if she was choking on something. Only after a good while did she recover. Afterwards, she looked at Jian Chen helplessly and said, “Master, I originally wanted to share some of the Nine Limits Saint’s legacy with you, b-b-but as soon as the words reach my mouth, I just can’t say it.”

    Jian Chen smiled. “This is your fortune. There’s no need for you to tell me, and you don’t have to try again in the future. If you forcefully divulge it, there might be some kind of backlash.”

    Reaching there, Jian Chen continued, “Mumu, you’ve obtained a great legacy, but experience trumps knowledge. I just happen to have encountered something outside today, which you can take a look at.”

    Jian Chen brought Jing Mumu out of the Primeval Divine Hall. She appeared before the stone tablet.

    Immediately, Jing Mumu shuddered, clearly having been drawn away by the imprint of the Way of the Sword on the tablet.

    “Master, i-is this the Laws of the Sword?” Jing Mumu asked in surprise.

    “That’s right, this is an imprint of the Way of the Sword previously left behind by the Skyscraping Sword Venerable. However, this marking was clearly left behind very casually by the Skyscraping Sword Venerable. It touches on deep things, but it’s still limited. You can try comprehending it,” Jian Chen said.