When one flower blooms, another branch is told.
Across the prehistoric land, after the calamity of the ten suns, devastation stretched as far as the eye could see.
The nine enormous Golden Crow corpses lay scattered across different regions like nine burning Flaming Mountains.
Terrifying heat and residual Solar True Fire continued to erupt from them, turning the surrounding areas into scorched earth and molten lava, leaving no living creatures behind.
Ordinary cultivators avoided them like the plague, terrified that even a wisp of Solar True Fire would reduce both body and soul to nothing.
Yet a plain, lean figure moved through the scorched land and ruins like a diligent scavenger.
This person was none other than their protagonist—Dao Xuan!
Behold him:
A Blue Gauze Headband sat atop his head, its two trailing ribbons fluttering in the wind behind him.
He wore a pale yellow robe patterned with clouds, with a multicolored silk sash around his waist.
Steady hemp shoes covered his feet, while he held a horsetail whisk with a white jade handle.
His face was lean, three wisps of beard hung from his chin, and divine light gleamed in his clear eyes.
Elegant and refined, with none of the common world's vulgarity about him—truly the bearing of an unrestrained Rogue Immortal!
Dao Xuan arrived at the site where the first Golden Crow had fallen.
The Golden Crow's corpse was as huge as a mountain, its feathers blackened and curled.
A massive hole pierced its chest, left behind by the Arrow of Profound Ice.
At the edge of the hole, the remaining Solar True Fire still blazed fiercely. Golden flames flowed outward, turning hundreds of miles of land into a sea of lava.
Heatwaves surged, space twisted, and even an ordinary Golden Immortal would likely be reduced to ash