A Yuan, the Xiantian Spiritual Treasure Twelve Yuan Chen Celestial Treasure Beads, flashed with Ye Zhen and appeared ten thousand li away, far from the blazing sun high in the sky and safely out of harm's way.
At that very instant, the great sun hanging over the Crimson Net Forbidden Zone suddenly flared explosively.
From ten thousand li away, the blazing sun suspended in the sky had looked no larger than a washbasin. Yet now, it began to swell at a terrifying speed.
In the blink of an eye, a blazing sun a thousand meters across appeared in the sky.
With the emergence of that thousand-meter blazing sun came an astonishing wave of searing heat.
Countless plants throughout the Crimson Net Forbidden Zone withered into ash beneath the scorching assault. The vast numbers of ordinary living creatures there also wailed as they collapsed amid the heat.
The stench of charred flesh swiftly filled the air.
Ye Zhen understood that this was the eruption caused when the Crimson Net Forbidden Zone's great sun had been struck by his Sunset Divine Shot.
Even ten thousand li away, the force of that eruption was so terrifying. Had Ye Zhen remained within one or two hundred li of that great sun, he would likely have been reduced to ashes by this blast, his soul utterly scattered.
Yet even though Ye Zhen had escaped in that instant, his condition was hardly any better.
It was nothing short of tragic.
No matter who it was—even Instructor Liao Feibai, Caiyi, or anyone else extremely familiar with Ye Zhen—without sensing his spiritual aura, no one would recognize that thing before them as Ye Zhen.
That was right. Ye Zhen no longer even looked like a person. He was more aptly described as a thing.
His head, neck, and