The wind atop the mountain gradually took on an unusual scorching heat.
The lotus flame at Qin He's fingertips trembled faintly, sensing the fluctuations of law coming from afar—a fire-aspect aura pure to the utmost, without the slightest admixture. Like the most primordial power of incineration between heaven and earth, it pressed closer little by little along the currents of wind.
Long Qingyun's soul projection grew intent as well, his gaze fixed on the entrance to Flamewind Valley. "They're here. This aura... definitely isn't from an ordinary Saint Tier cultivator."
Qin He nodded slightly. He could clearly distinguish four entirely different fluctuations of law hidden within that aura, three strong and one weak.
The weakest belonged to an ordinary Saint Tier cultivator, while the strongest actually sent faint tremors through the concealment restrictions he had laid.
It was as though what approached him was not a person, but a volcano, its terrifying energy held deep within.
Before long, four figures appeared above the ruins of Flamewind Valley.
Their leader wore a crimson robe, its hem embroidered with Heaven-Burning Blaze totems. The flame patterns flickered faintly with his steps, as though alive.
He stood straight and tall as a pine, his features cold and stern, an arrogance capable of burning all things to nothing gathered between his brows. No excess aura leaked from his body, yet with every step, the scorched earth beneath his feet was seared by an invisible law of fire and turned to magma.
The Burning Heaven Lord, deputy commissioner of the Fire God Hall's Front Hall Department.
Three people followed him. Two wore flame-patterned battle armor, the pressure of Saint Tier Early Stage lingering around them. Holding blazing spears, they swept their surroundings warily with gazes as sharp as eagles'.
"My lord, the residual fragments of