Chaos

West of Zhongzhou Continent, Demon Fire Plain.

Vast stretches of yellow sand covered the land in every direction. This place had once been a mountain range, until the emergence of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame. The terrifying heat that leaked out had transformed what was once a land of green mountains and clear waters into the silent wasteland now covered in yellow sand.

Suddenly.

The sky rippled and twisted. A blurred afterimage slipped from the distorted space, streaking across the heavens like lightning before vanishing into the void.

With a single thought, he could knead space at will. Heaven and Earth Energy, like ministers before an emperor, actively concealed his trail.

Liu Xi stood in the void with his hands behind his back. He exuded an indifferent, tranquil, harmonious air, as though he had merged with heaven, earth, and all things. Yet he also seemed lofty and untouchable, displaying a sharp, inviolable supreme majesty.

His eyes were gentle and his expression calm. His vast soul perception, deep as an abyss and towering as a mountain, silently spread out. No anomaly could escape the perception of an Emperor Realm soul.

Sure enough.

Within a thousand li in every direction, the area was under strict surveillance. It made sense—among the Ancient Races, apart from the Thunder Clan, the future elite seeds had all been trapped in the Demon Fire Space.

Who wouldn't be anxious?

Gu Yuan in particular was probably going mad.

He had not been properly educated as a child, and his thinking had gone astray. Only after quite a few geniuses of his clan had died did they finally straighten him out, and then he was gone...

"Judging by their auras, these people are from the Ancient Clan, Flame Clan, and Yao Clan. Does the Soul Clan not care about