After seeing Chi Tian, Jiang Hao walked toward the central sea area.
He wanted to calm his body and mind.
The experiences of the past fifteen years were not unforgettable, but they had made him much more steadfast.
Only with a headstrong and stable mind could there be the possibility of opening up an immortal path.
He did not know how far he had to go, so he felt depressed and uneasy.
It was not an ordinary ascension to a high realm this time.
He was afraid of failure.
This time, he could not rely on too many things.
He only hoped that everything would go smoothly.
But such hope was just that—hope.
How could he do something someone had never attempted in the history of the world?
As Jiang Hao walked through the Twelve Heavenly Kings' sea area, he suddenly felt a change in the sea, as if it had reached its peak.
He knew that Hai Luo had most likely completed his recovery.