Beside the Teleportation Array at the Eastern Domain's border, three crimson halos stood out sharply.
Qin He swept his gaze over them and instantly gauged the depth of all three men's cultivation.
Their leader wore a dark crimson robe patterned with flames and stood straight as a pine. The Fire Origin Power around him remained condensed and unreleased, yet it seemed faintly linked to the fire-attribute laws of the surrounding world. With every breath, tiny flame patterns flowed along his sleeves—that was the aura of the Other Shore Peak Realm, only one step away from touching the barrier of Saint Tier laws.
Of the two men beside him, one wore light red martial attire and had an unruly face. A flickering crimson flame constantly wreathed his fingertips, and his Fire Origin Power churned wildly. One look was enough to tell that his temper was as fierce as fire.
The other wore plain-colored clothes patterned with flames, his expression composed. His Fire Origin Power was restrained, forming only a faint haze of fire around him, and his aura was steady as a rock. Both were in the late Other Shore Realm. Though they fell short of their leader, neither was someone to be trifled with.
Clearly, all three were genuine fire cultivators.
Seeing Qin He approach, all three paused in surprise. Their gazes lingered on him for a moment, and a trace of astonishment flashed in their eyes.
The unruly cultivator in martial attire spoke first, his tone openly surprised. "You're Lin Yan? The man who disappeared for decades, then came out of the Boundary Prison and still managed to slay a Rotbone Nether Beast?"
Qin He gave a slight nod, his tone calm. "I am."
The leader in the dark crimson flame-patterned robe stepped forward. His Fire Origin Power stirred