Wherever the red firebird passed, the void twisted and warped, and the temperature suddenly soared.
"Sixth Order Spirit Flame!"
Wang Qingxiao's expression turned solemn. Spirit flames had many benefits, providing boosts to both alchemy and artifact refining.
The red firebird flew straight toward Wang Qingxiao. He flicked his sleeve, sending several fine white silken threads flying out. They pierced through the red firebird's body, turning it into a ball of Crimson Flame.
The Crimson Flame suddenly condensed and traveled straight toward Wang Qingxiao along the white silken threads.
Wang Qingxiao did not dare to be careless. He let out a resounding Dragon's Roar, and a huge phantom white dragon appeared above his head.
A stream of White Cold Air surged from his palm toward the Crimson Flame. When the White Cold Air touched the Crimson Flame, it vanished as though it had encountered its natural nemesis.
The phantom white dragon spat out a streak of white light that struck the Crimson Flame.
The Crimson Flame quickly froze, transforming into a huge block of white ice.
Cracks appeared across the surface of the ice, as though it were about to shatter.
Wang Qingxiao flicked his right hand, sending out a small cauldron that flashed with white light. He struck it with a Hand Seal, and the white cauldron instantly expanded. It sprayed out a stream of white rosy light that enveloped the ice block and collected it inside.
The lid of the white cauldron shook incessantly. The Spirit Flame seemed ready to burst out, but it was useless.
Wang Qingxiao put away the white cauldron and walked toward the first Stone Chamber.
He flicked his sleeve, collecting the Spirit Gathering Divine Crystal and Spirit Gathering Stone. The Formation also stopped operating.
On the Bluestone Plaza, Liao Yunpeng's clothes were in tatters,