The night passed just like that.
The next morning, as the sun first rose, thick white mist still hung among the mountains.
Suddenly, two points of light appeared on the horizon. At first they were still far away, but very soon they became clear—two dazzling, eye-piercing Startling Rainbows, flying this way with the speed of wind and lightning.
After a dozen breaths, the Startling Rainbows had already neared the valley that had been reduced to ruins. With a slight flicker, the halos scattered, and two figures gradually became distinct.
They were two elders of over fifty, yet the color of their hair was completely different.
The one on the left had a childlike face and crane-white hair, without the slightest wrinkle on his face. Only the vicissitudes at the corners of his eyes revealed that he was an immortal cultivator who had weathered great winds and heavy rains.
As for the elder on the right, his head was full of silver hair, and his brows and beard were all white as well. The wrinkles on his face were like tree bark; clearly, the cultivation art he practiced did not come with even the slightest face-preserving effect.
This was not strange. After all, many male cultivators simply did not care about changes in appearance.
At this moment, the two arrived above the valley. The scene below lay fully in view, and wherever their gazes fell, both could not help sucking in a breath of cold air.
"Brother Murong, you said that Old Monster Fire Cloud was undergoing Tribulation Transcendence. Is this truly the case?" The black-haired elder's voice entered the ear, his face carrying a trace of unease. After all, Fire Cloud Venerable's evil reputation had spread far and wide. This old monster had an extremely eccentric temperament; if one dared