In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand years had passed.
This day, at the foot of the Burning Heaven Mountain Range.
"Swish swish swish!"
Three streaks of light tore through the crimson sky, transforming into human-shaped Innate Dao Bodies. They withdrew their magic power and slowly descended.
Golden Phoenix, Swan, and Thunder Bird, three Golden Immortals of the Origin, stood shoulder to shoulder. Looking at the colossal mountain range stretching hundreds of millions of miles before them, their expressions were complicated.
"Is this... a Saint?"
The Southern Great Earth, which they had once traversed at will, was now shrouded in Saint's Pressure as heavy as mountains. With every step they took, they could feel the oppression and trembling that arose from the depths of their souls.
That pressure was the crushing superiority of a higher level of life!
Forty-eight subsidiary volcanoes surrounded the main peak, breathing out faint golden divine fire. The flames intertwined into an enormous net of fire that protected the entire mountain range within.
The air was suffused with the rich aura of Zhurong Sacred Fire—warm yet majestic—making even the three Golden Immortals of the Origin not dare show the slightest insolence.
Golden Phoenix held a crimson-gold box in his hands. Within lay the parasol tree heart marrow treasured by the Phoenix Race through endless years, one of the finest fire-attributed Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures in the world.
Though his heart was filled with reluctance, he had no choice but to force down his resentment. Squeezing out a stiff smile, he said in a low voice, "Let's go. We must ascend the mountain and pay our respects to Saint Zhurong."
"Buzz."
Just as the three were preparing to step onto the volcanic stone stairs, a Five-Colored Divine Light suddenly descended from the void,