Outside the fire pillar, though Han Yi's body and consciousness were nearly frozen beneath an utterly terrifying palpitation of dread, a thread of thought still continued to turn.
He watched the figure slowly emerge from the fire pillar, his pupils shifting at an exceedingly slow pace.
At last, the emerging figure revealed his full appearance.
He was a middle-aged Daoist in white robes with white hair. His long hair hung loosely about him, even looking somewhat disheveled. His gaze rested on Han Yi as if it could see through every facet of him, and then he sighed for no apparent reason.
"After all these years, someone has once again opened up a Chaos Realm through his own power."
"What a pity. The Source-less Land is like a cage. You will despair."
With that said.
The white-robed, white-haired Daoist's eyes suddenly became muddled, before a trace of confusion surfaced within them.
In his confusion, he looked back at the fire pillar behind him and murmured.
"What a strange place."
Then, the Daoist walked back toward the fire pillar and entered it. His figure slowly fled upward afterward.
Only after he left did the dread in Han Yi's heart gradually fade.
Only then did his body and thoughts return from their frozen state to normal.
Once he recovered, his expression abruptly changed.
"How is that possible?"
"He could actually tell that I opened up a Chaos World through my own power?"
"This..."
He then looked toward the fire pillar and discovered that it had returned to calm. The white-haired, white-robed Daoist had already followed the fire pillar to some unknown location.
Han Yi retreated, then decisively fled into the Frostfire Domain, distancing himself from the fire pillar where the Daoist had been.
It was only after a full hour that he slowed