As far as the eye could see, everything was engulfed in raging flames. These flames could even burn the Great Dao itself. That was why Chen Xiang still had to summon the White Lotus Lamp.
Chen Xiang became alert. After years of travel, he knew well that when something was abnormal, disaster was sure to follow.
He decided to be more cautious. He would not continue upward and instead prepared to return the way he had come. There were plenty of volcanoes, fire-attributed secret realms, and minor worlds in the south of Hong Huang. There was no need to stubbornly risk his life here.
The moment he turned around, the spiritual energy throughout Flame Mountain began to churn. Raging Threefold True Fire shot up thousands of zhang, piercing the clouds and dyeing half the sky crimson.
Chen Xiang's expression changed drastically. Even under the Lotus Lantern's protection, he felt his body growing scorching hot, as though he could melt at any moment.
Although Chen Xiang had not spent long in the south of Hong Huang, he knew that Flame Mountain was erupting.
He had encountered such situations before. With the Lotus Lantern protecting him, ordinary volcanic eruptions could do nothing to him.
But Flame Mountain was different. The Threefold True Fire upon this mountain was at least true fire condensed from the Great Dao, capable of burning the very foundational Dao of living beings.
In other words, Flame Mountain might be connected to a Saint.
Chen Xiang silently cursed his bad luck. The Lotus Lantern rose at once, and ten thousand green lotuses bloomed in the Void. They were countless times more condensed than they had been ten years ago. Azure lotuses drifted through the air, translucent and crystalline like ice crystals. Petals scattered everywhere, seemingly tangible.
The petals fell