Within the small building, Ye Lingxiao, who had been secretly observing the scene through a hidden spatial array, felt a tremor at the corner of his mouth and a strong urge to leap out and roar.

“This True Master has not said this before!”

“What ‘not count as outsider’?! That little brat surnamed Jiang is completely, thoroughly, entirely, fully an outsider!”

Yet, he needed to maintain his demeanor. He could only grit his teeth, wave a hand to dispel the scene before him, choosing instead to see nothing and thus feel no vexation.

The small and exquisite pavilion, drawn by the pull of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace, plunged directly into the Five Mansions Sea.

In the sky above the Five Mansions Sea, it rapidly expanded, growing larger…

It descended upon the ruins of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace, embedding itself perfectly into the central palace’s position, merging seamlessly with the entire ruin complex, indistinguishable from its surroundings.

Having returned to the Immortal Palace, the Cloudsoaring Pavilion was no longer the small and exquisite structure of before. Instead, it stood tall and majestic, exuding a vast and imposing aura.

Jiang Wang could clearly feel that the entire ruin complex of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace was now bound by some common connection, integrated by a profound power.

It was akin to each individual pearl being threaded together by a single string, connecting them all.

It was evident that in the distant past, the Cloudsoaring Pavilion had been the central hub of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace.

If the function of the Ling Kong Hall was to provide a continuous supply of Origin Qi to the Cloud Top Immortal Palace, then the significance of the Cloudsoaring Pavilion lay in integrating and connecting the entire Immortal Palace, holding a more core value. One could say that with the settling of the Cloudsoaring Pavilion, the revival of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace truly became a possibility.

However, the true value of the Cloudsoaring Pavilion would likely only fully manifest after the revival of more buildings.

Jiang Wang now greatly anticipated what role the Azure Cloud Pavilion would play.

The chubby white cloud boy on the roof of the Cloudsoaring Pavilion danced and cavorted with immense joy. As he swayed, he let out cries of “Cloud Top Immortal Palace, overshadowing the world! Immortal Lord Jiang Wang, life equal to heaven!”

Jiang Wang, in his divine soul form, bent a finger and gave him a flick on the head, instantly knocking him into submission.

“Where did you hear such flashy words? Spreading them around will only make people laugh!”

The white cloud boy was the residual essence left after the death and reincarnation of some unknown generation of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace’s original welcoming guest boy. This residual essence, even fate itself, had fused with a sliver of true spirit deeply hidden within the God Conferring Stele, combining past and present to become a new form of life. But tracing his roots, he still depended on the existence of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace. In a sense, he could be considered the spirit of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace. With the prosperity of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace, he prospered; with its damage, he was damaged.

No matter what injury he sustained, as long as the Cloud Top Immortal Palace remained, he could quickly recover.

Before, Zhuang Chengqian’s slap had left him dazed and disoriented, but now he was lively and jumping again.

After being lectured by Jiang Wang, he said with some grievance, “It seemed it was like this before…”

Jiang Wang fell silent.

He seemed to understand why the once strong and overbearing Cloud Top Immortal Palace had been reduced to ruins.

Constantly wanting to “overshadow the world,” how could they not provoke others? There were so many strong individuals in the world; who didn’t have a temper? It was possible that some absolute powerhouse, feeling slightly displeased, could casually overturn them.

“You need to consider the circumstances, alright? What ‘overshadowing the world,’ ‘life equal to heaven’…” Jiang Wang said slowly, “I am not worthy.”

The white cloud boy rubbed his forehead, looking even more aggrieved. “If you’re not worthy, you should hit yourself. Why hit me?”

For a moment, Jiang Wang didn’t know how to retort. Annoyed, he raised his hand.

The white cloud boy hurriedly rolled away, like a ball of flesh, directly rolling into the Cloudsoaring Pavilion.

Bidding farewell to Ye Qingyu, Jiang Wang left Cloud City alone.

He decided to go to Yong Country.

The current Yong Country was in a period of political reform, with Han Xu holding military and political power.

Although supported by the Mo School, possessing the prestige of resisting Zhuang Gao Xian, forcing the retreat of the Red Horse Guard, and turning the tide at a critical juncture, this reform was proceeding with overwhelming momentum, almost without possibility of failure.

But resistance would still exist.

The existing layers of vested interests were bound to resist the change in current rules. This was not something that would change due to anyone’s subjective will; it was a fundamental conflict of interests.

Where there was conflict, there was dispute. Although Han Xu had sufficient means to maintain overall stability, temporary internal chaos was unavoidable.

It was precisely in this time of coexisting stability and chaos that the best opportunity lay. Only then was there the possibility of “snatching chestnuts from the fire” to reclaim the lost buildings of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace from within the Azure Cloud Pavilion.

If he waited until the situation was completely stabilized, any actions within the Azure Cloud Pavilion could easily provoke a reaction from the Yong Court. If the situation was too chaotic, with heroes vying for interests from all sides, he, as a single individual, would find it very difficult to gain any advantage.

Zhuang Gao Xian and Du Rujui’s pursuit had already reached an end for now. For Jiang Wang, the safest place in the entire West Border at this moment was, on the contrary, Yong Country. novel.com

The war between Zhuang and Yong had just ended, and Yongchang County was newly annexed. Both countries still maintained large armies stationed at Lock Dragon Pass and Yin Ge City, facing each other in confrontation.

Zhuang Gao Xian and Du Rujui absolutely could not possibly venture deep into Yong Country at this time. Moreover, following the battle on the Long River, Zhuang Gao Xian had given up the pursuit. It was unlikely he would be able to track Jiang Wang afterward.

After successfully countering and killing Zhuang Chengqian and removing the “Nightmare,” Jiang Wang did not relax with a sense of high security. Instead, he had a more urgent desire for increased strength.

The terrifying sense of oppression Zhuang Chengqian had brought him was something he never wanted to experience again. The taste of struggling in a desperate situation was not pleasant; only greater strength would allow him to walk a smooth path.

The subsequent pursuit by Zhuang Gao Xian had further sounded an alarm bell for him, allowing him not a moment of slack.

Diligent self-cultivation was unnecessary to mention; he had never relaxed in this regard. Considering all the gains along the way, the Cloud Top Immortal Palace, of immense origin, had already gathered the Ling Kong Hall and the Cloudsoaring Pavilion. Of the three known lost buildings, only the Azure Cloud Pavilion remained. If he didn’t make an attempt, he would truly find it hard to feel content.

Jiang Wang donned a mask, wrapped himself tightly, and quietly flew away from Bao Xue Peak.

His plans had long been set, and so he turned towards the northwest.

A young man always had his direction, always moving forward with determination.

He traveled all the way, leaving Cloud Country, leaving this beautiful country of clouds.

Just as he flew out of the border not far, a warning sign suddenly rose in his heart.

Jiang Wang stopped abruptly in mid-air, drawing his sword from its sheath!

But just halfway out, his hand was already pressed back, and his sword was also pushed back into its sheath.

A black shadow covered the sky above, and a fist sent him crashing to the ground.

Jiang Wang was smashed down without any power to resist, his Dao Yuan chaotic within his body. He barely managed to crawl up when another fist fell, smashing him back down.

Then came a flurry of storm-like fists and feet.

This familiar feeling…

Sorrow rose from Jiang Wang’s heart: “Old monk, you’ve come again!”

Every time he tried to struggle, he was immediately knocked back. From beginning to end, he couldn’t even turn his head.

“Once is enough, alright? I’m warning you!”

Jiang Wang roared with grief and indignation: “Don’t think that because you saved me, you can act without scruples! I have a temper!”

“I’m serious, old monk! Don’t force me to fight back— ah!”

“Don’t force me to call for help. The Pavilion Master of Lingxiao is one of us— ouch, wrong, wrong! Let’s talk things out properly— ah!”

Amidst the storm-like beating from the mysterious person, a clump of cloud gas suddenly floated over. From within, a hoof full of long hair extended and delivered a heavy kick to Jiang Wang’s backside.

The mysterious person’s fist suddenly withdrew, and with a flick of a sleeve, disappeared into the air.