Eight vistas of celestial dawn condensed crimson flames; a dharma sword was born from the chaotic sea of stars.
Jiang Sheng's final memory of the Bright Flame Sea was that vast, boundless chaotic sea of stars surging and churning with endless principles and Dao resonances. Then, from within that immense vortex of stars, a dharma sword forged entirely from violet heavenly fire reached down into the mortal world.
When Jiang Sheng regained consciousness, he had already returned to Nine-Headed Mountain in Vermilion Province.
It was not only Jiang Sheng. At this time, half the people of the Eastern Heaven Daoist Sect had withdrawn to Nine-Headed Mountain in Vermilion Province and were recuperating.
After waking, Jiang Sheng had asked True Lord Yu Ming, True Lord Shihua, and even True Lord Yuanyi, yet no one knew who had won or lost the final Pure Yang battle of dharma that had unfolded before everyone's eyes.
Inside his cave dwelling, just as Jiang Sheng was recalling that battle, someone knocked on the door.
When Jiang Sheng opened it, he found Lin Fan and Ling Qiu standing outside.
Ling Qiu smiled. "Is Senior Brother Lingyuan well?"
Jiang Sheng had not expected Lin Fan and Ling Qiu to come looking for him together. He gestured for them to enter and casually asked, "Why did you come together?"
Lin Fan said somewhat helplessly, "I originally planned to check on you, but Ling Qiu insisted on coming along. She was worried about you."
Ling Qiu retorted, "It's not at all as Senior Brother Ling Zhao said."
"Before this, I had been following behind Senior Brother Lingyuan all along. I personally witnessed Senior Brother Lingyuan display his divine might—there was nothing even a True Lord of Four Tribulations could do to him."
"How could anything happen to Senior Brother