Wang Ping immediately turned to look at the sun at the heart of the Star Sea. His gaze pierced through endless space-time, while a small Mirror Formation unfolded beside him, allowing him to observe the True Sun Sect's grounds through the eyes of a Puppet on Huoxing's orbit.
The Lieyang fire that had previously swelled around Huoxing had now vanished. In its place floated a star so dazzling that it could not be looked upon directly, quietly suspended in the void and radiating light and heat that made one's soul tremble.
Wherever its light reached, space took on the warped, translucent appearance of having been scorched by extreme heat. Even distant starlight was dragged and bent as it passed through that region, forming strange arcs of light.
Centered on that star, True Yang spiritual energy as dense as liquid gold spread outward, blanketing an enormous stretch of the starfield. This spiritual energy was no longer as violent and flamboyant as before. Instead, it carried the majesty and deathly stillness of an emperor.
Wang Ping was very familiar with that oppressive sensation. It had appeared during the Burning of Central Province.
It was Lieyang's aura!
"Fellow Lieyang's cultivation has advanced another step." Wang Ping withdrew his gaze, and the Mirror Formation vanished with it. His tone was calm, but Yulian beside him could sense a faint ripple rising in his sea of consciousness.
Quan Xing gazed toward the sun, and a trace of solemnity likewise flashed across his face.
Yet the next moment, Wang Ping smiled and said to Quan Xing, "Fellow Lieyang's emergence from seclusion is also a good thing. It will keep the Rebels' matter from dragging on any longer. That would not benefit any of us."
Quan Xing said softly, "Lieyang is a bloodthirsty man. Before he changed