The Heavenly Fire Plain lay in the northwestern region of the Central Plains. Rich veins of earthfire beneath its surface kept this vast wilderness warm year-round, and the air was permeated with a faint sulfurous smell. Fire-attributed natural energy was especially active here, making it a blessed land for those who cultivated fire-attributed methods, though conflicts were frequent for that very reason.
The space above the plain rippled slightly, and a young man in black robes stepped out. It was Xiao Chen. His gaze swept across the scarlet earth below as his Soul Power spread outward like a tide. In an instant, he sensed a distant area where the energy was extremely chaotic and traces of Soul Hall's cold, sinister aura lingered.
"Looks like that's the place." Xiao Chen murmured, his figure turning into a streak of light as he shot away.
Moments later, he arrived at a devastated battlefield. The ground was scorched black and covered in deep pits and cracks. Residual fire energy intertwined with strange black soul power, giving off an unsettling aura. Though the traces of battle had been crudely cleaned up, Xiao Chen could still sense from the lingering spatial ripples just how fierce the recent fight had been.
His Soul Power sharply caught several auras gathered within a hastily excavated cave. One of them carried an extremely faint fire-attributed presence, like a candle flame in the wind. It was Tang Huo'er. The offspring flame of the Nine Dragon Thunder Gang Fire within her, which should have been domineering and fierce, had become exceptionally dim, as though it could be extinguished at any moment.
Xiao Chen did not conceal his aura and landed directly outside the cave.
"Who goes there?!"
A wary shout immediately came from inside. Two figures flashed out in the next moment,