The entire Yanmo Wilderness was suffused with a faint fiery aura. The aura carried a slight scorching heat, though with immortals' formidable abilities, they would not be easily burned by it.
Scattered throughout the Yanmo Wilderness were the skeletons of immortals and monsters. Wisps of fire still rose from those bones, which had been burned until they resembled glass.
Collapsed city walls, ruined palaces, tall towers, and other structures showed that this place had once been bustling with activity—a large gathering place for immortals.
After entering the Yanmo Wilderness, the Heavywater Immortal Tortoise was put away by Lama Banhui. The group spread out in a fan formation to search for Flame Spirits.
Even the clouds drifting through the void glowed with fire. Lu Xiaotian was not worried about Zhao Qifeng finding him in the short term. Even a True Immortal would find searching for someone here anything but easy.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. After the group had searched an area spanning several thousand li, more than a dozen flame figures appeared one after another. Some descended from the clouds, some emerged from cracks in the mountains, and some flashed into existence from the flowing fire in the void.
Some of these Flame Spirits were humanoid, while others took the forms of monsters or ghosts. They were bizarre in every possible way, yet shared one trait: they all harbored an inexplicable wariness toward outsiders.
Outsiders like Lu Xiaotian referred to them collectively as Flame Spirits. Fifteen of them had gathered at this moment, with three or four surrounding each member of Lu Xiaotian's group. They intended to converge on them and wipe them out.
"If possible, Fellow Daoist Dongfang, try to trap these Flame Spirits and prevent the true flame spirit patterns they have accumulated within themselves from exploding directly. The more