Great Thousand World, Fentian Continent!
Compared to three years ago, Fentian Continent had changed drastically. The once-violent fire-attributed spiritual energy had become thoroughly docile, though it was still far more active than ordinary spiritual energy.
The city built against the Fentian Mountain Range was vast and sprawling, imposing and solemn. Dense spiritual energy gathered here, making it a true holy land for cultivation!
There had never been many people living in the city, and after the Mo Ke Ancient Clan declared war on Qing Yan Tian, there were even fewer. Most were Dou Saints who had followed Liu Xi here back then.
Before a palace deep within the city.
Xiao Yi Xian, dressed in white, leaned against a railing. Her snow-white hair cascaded down to her hips, outlining a perfect curve. Her lips were tightly pressed together as she gazed absentmindedly at a towering statue in the distance.
"You said we would never be apart again, but now you've lied to me again... I even agreed to let Zi Yan and Qing Lin be with you too..."
Xiao Yi Xian murmured softly, her eyes filled with longing. Her silhouette was indescribably frail and lonely.
In the square Xiao Yi Xian was looking toward stood a thousand-zhang statue, sculpted entirely after an enlarged likeness of Liu Xi.
Suddenly, as though a breeze had swept past.
Zi Yan and Qing Lin drifted over.
Zi Yan's willow brows stood on end, fury burning in her eyes. Qing Lin was also frowning slightly. Neither of them seemed to be in a good mood.
Zi Yan clenched her small hands into fists, suppressed rage filling her eyes as she snapped:
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it... The True Dragon Clan is taking advantage of the chaos, and the Phoenix Clan has no shame either. They're