A burst of bright firelight rippled around Lu Xiaotian. At times, the flames merged into one; at others, one became seven. They flowed into one another, forming a perfect cycle that continued without end.
The bright flames would occasionally transform into blazing infernos as well. Once the process began, it lasted for more than three hundred years.
Nine-Ren Mountain, Ksitigarbha Twelve-Winged Scorpion Demon, the Eroding Slaughter Heart Demon, Monkey Child, Yan Ning, Monkey Qian, and the others had long since recovered from their original injuries. Each of them sat cross-legged in a corner, meditating and cultivating.
Around Nine-Ren Mountain swirled complicated force fields of gravity, repulsion, and the like. Mountain shadows rose and fell in endless succession, displaying both the image of the earth nurturing all things and scenes of disaster descending upon the world—mountains collapsing and rocks shattering, among others.
Amid the surrounding mountain shadows stood the phantom image of a majestic, imposing palace. Inside each of the mountains floating around the palace phantom, a huge golden sword was being nurtured. These giant swords breathed in and out like living beings. After several hundred years, their breathing within the mountain bodies had changed from slightly disordered to synchronized and orderly.
On Ksitigarbha Twelve-Winged Scorpion Demon's side, a powerful force of blood laws rippled outward. The shadow of a gigantic demonic scorpion thrust into the void like a towering peak supporting the heavens, radiating an overbearing, arrogant might that seemed to dare contend with the sky itself. The twelve wings behind the demonic scorpion slowly stirred.
Each of the wings behind it radiated a rich force of blood laws, or perhaps some profound bloodline meaning.
The power of these blood laws coiled around its body, constantly shuttling back and forth from within to without. Nine-Ren Mountain's eyes shifted slightly as