The wind continued to howl with savage force. The rocks on the mountain became molten lava, then gradually solidified in the wind and snow, while trees toppled and nests collapsed. Sparks flew everywhere. It was impossible for anyone to even approach!
After some time, the old man finally sealed the mouth of his Heaven-Splitting Gourd again, and the wind at last came to a stop. It truly lived up to its fame as a supreme treasure on par with the Chaos Compass and Demon-Subduing Stone—its power was absurdly overwhelming. I no longer had any intention of looking for him. Instead, I searched everywhere for traces of Xijun.
Seeing my fury, and the ashes of everything before him that his Heaven-Splitting Gourd had burned to nothing with borrowed wind, the old man did not feel that he had done anything wrong. Under true fire, nothing should have remained in the first place. He had merely accelerated the flames.
I watched the flames gradually diminish after burning Xijun to ashes, and sorrow and anxiety filled my heart. A phoenix undergoing nirvana—I had no idea how that worked, but after being burned to this state, how could I believe Xijun was still alive? What the hell was this?
"Junior, I'll give you one more chance. If you still refuse to hand over the two treasures, what you lose won't be limited to this little phoenix. I'm afraid even more will be lost." The old man's face was livid. Although he was still afraid that I might invoke the Ancestral Dragon to possess my body, after this test, he now completely understood my situation. The Ancestral Dragon could not simply be summoned at will.
"Xijun! Xijun!" I ignored him completely. Using the Shrinking-Earth Technique, I reached the land of ashes and searched everywhere for