Floating Immortal Island hovered ten thousand zhang above Abyss-Suppressing City. It stretched a hundred li across and lay shrouded in spiritual mist year-round.
Exotic flowers and rare herbs grew everywhere on the island, and spirit springs and waterfalls could be found at every turn. The spiritual qi was so dense it had nearly condensed into droplets.
This was Fang Chen's private domain. No one except those closest to him could set foot on it without permission.
At the island's center stood the imposing Floating Immortal Hall.
Several figures were sparring in the square before its doors.
Clang!
Amid a deafening clash of metal, a golden figure flew backward, flipped several times through the air, and landed steadily.
"Daoist Friend Huo Li, your Eleventh-Turn Sword Art is too overwhelming. I'm no match for you!"
The Golden Roc Demon Emperor shook out his numb arm, his golden eyes full of admiration.
Across from him, Great Emperor Huo Li stood with his sword lowered. His aura was deep as an abyss, and the Law of Fire flowed faintly around him. Those flames were no ordinary fire, but Nirvana Flame born from the fusion of the Origin of Fire and Sword Intent. Its heat was contained, yet it made anyone who sensed it instinctively uneasy.
Great Emperor Huo Li smiled faintly. "You flatter me, Daoist Friend Golden Roc. My Eleventh-Turn Sword Art still isn't complete. If Fang Chen hadn't shown me the way, I'd probably still be treading in place!"
"That Fang Chen is a monster!"
The Golden Roc Demon Emperor shook his head with a rueful smile. "It's one thing for him to be a monster himself, but he's turning everyone around him into monsters too. Just look at Fairy Qingci. How long has it been? She's already left me far behind!"
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