Elsewhere.
Dao Xuan tucked away the freshly forged Nine Suns Ascending Diagram and streaked away like lightning, putting great distance between himself and the erupting volcano.
It was not that he feared the Demon Clan.
As the foremost disciple of the third generation of the Mystic Sect, his pedigree was impeccable, and his cultivation had reached the mid-stage Quasi-Saint realm!
In the vast Great Desolation, aside from Dijun and Taiyi joining forces or a Saint personally stepping in, there was truly no one Dao Xuan feared.
"Hmph! In a one-on-one fight, once I set up the Nine Suns Burning Heaven Great Array, even if that feathered beast Taiyi came at me with the Chaos Bell, I'd still dare to trade blows with him!"
A surge of pride rose in Dao Xuan's heart, but it quickly deflated somewhat.
Pride was one thing, but using the corpses of someone else's nine biological sons to refine a treasure...
"Cough, cough..." Dao Xuan gave two dry coughs, and a rare trace of embarrassment appeared on his face. "Well... this really isn't very dignified."
He lowered his head and looked himself over:
A Blue Gauze Headband, a pale yellow cloud-patterned robe, a multicolored silk sash, and sturdy hemp shoes with multiple loops.
His bearing was refined, three short wisps of beard fluttered gracefully beneath his chin, and he looked every bit the cultivated immortal and eminent Mystic Sect master!
"I am the foremost disciple of the Mystic Sect's third generation! My grandmaster is the Dao Ancestor! My master is Taiqing Saint! My pedigree is impeccable! I'm a moral benchmark of the Great Desolation!"
Dao Xuan frantically embellished his own image in his mind.
"If word got out that I used Golden Crow corpses to refine treasures... tsk, tsk, my whole persona would collapse!
How would