Crouching Dragon Mountain Range, Dragon Head Peak.
The cold wind howled past, whipping up vast clouds of dust that filled the sky.
Over the past several decades, Dragon Head Peak had gradually become barren. Its soil and rocks were severely weathered; one step left a deep footprint in the ground.
At this moment, a trail of footprints stretched all the way from the foot of the mountain to its summit. Zhao Xuanjing hovered in midair with his hands behind his back, looking down over the wilderness. Everywhere his gaze fell was desolate and deathly still.
After a long while, he suddenly sighed and descended to the ground.
A passage silently split open in the earth. Zhao Xuanjing stepped inside, heading down, down...
As he gradually went deeper underground, the surrounding layers of earth and rock grew increasingly dry and scorching, the temperature soaring rapidly.
By the time he had descended nearly a thousand li underground, the heat was enough to melt gold and iron. The earth and rocks had turned into blazing magma, forming a sea of molten fire.
Zhao Xuanjing frowned slightly. He could clearly sense an exceptionally intense and strange heat permeating the surrounding void—parched, chaotic, wild...
With a thought, the sea of fire below instantly retreated to both sides, revealing a dazzlingly multicolored underground cavern beneath.
At the center of the cavern, the Jade Void Spring Eye was nearly dry. Wisps of "light" had barely drifted from the spring before the figure seated cross-legged above inhaled them into his body in a single breath.
Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged in midair, his hair disheveled and his face grimy. Specks of five-colored flame periodically burst from within him, only to be shattered by violet lightning that appeared from nowhere.
His eyes were tightly shut, his lips cracked and dry,