"Daoist Yihua, you flatter him. Zhaoyang is the son of the Netherworld Immortal Lord, born of a clean and honorable lineage. The Yu Xuan Celestial Court and Honghao Celestial Court have been friendly for generations—how could he possibly become a threat to Honghao Celestial Court?" Hearing how staunchly Daoist Yihua defended Lu Xiaotian, Wushan smiled calmly, swiftly suppressing the displeasure in his heart.
"I hope so." Daoist Yihua gave a noncommittal smile. He did not take Wushan's polite-sounding words to heart. In recent years, as the strength of the Yu Xuan Celestial Court had steadily increased, signs of restless ambition had begun to emerge. Although the Celestial Emperor would not act lightly, clashes among those below had never ceased. In fact, during past conflicts, Golden Immortal-level experts had taken action more than a few times. Both sides had suffered casualties, and with enough clashes, some grudges had inevitably piled up.
When words failed, silence was best. The two once again turned their gazes toward the combatants.
At this moment, the three-headed, six-armed flaming figure had split into three, and twelve profound-fire scarlet pillars suddenly thundered into existence in the void. They interwove chaotically throughout the entire stretch of sky, never forming the shape of a Profound Fire Grotto-Heaven. Yet beneath Chu Zhaoyang's golden radiance, which nearly encompassed heaven and earth, they formed a world of their own, undisturbed by his opponent's domain.
Lu Xiaotian was inside the interwoven twelve profound-fire scarlet pillars. These pillars connected heaven and earth, so for Chu Zhaoyang to attack Lu Xiaotian, he first had to pass through the twelve pillars and the blockade of the profound-fire giants.
More and more profound-cyan flames blazed into being, seemingly transforming the area into a sea of fire that burned from the void down to the land. Flames filled