The Glazed Lamp was crystal clear, not a flaw to be seen. It held a viscous, oily darkness, from which extended a wick of many colors. The wick burned quietly, its light illuminating the vast, towering Fusang Ancient Tree from end to end, as if it could shine through the Three Realms and Ten Directions, through the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds.
Shao Xuan and Xi E circled closer, each using their own divine abilities. They seemed to vanish from the world, trying to hide from the scholarly-looking Lamp-bearing Divine Envoy. They intended to climb the ancient tree from another direction, catch up to Sha Wujing, and reach the relic left behind by the previous Da Luo Saintess before he did.
Just then, in this utterly silent place, they heard a fierce crackling, like something burning. The light around the Lamp-bearing Divine Envoy leaped like flames, and flecks of black ash, as if burned to nothing, suddenly appeared and drifted down through the air.
What had his Wanderer's Lamp set alight?
Was he not waiting at ease, but standing guard with all his focus?
What could make the Lamp-bearing Divine Envoy so cautious that he had directly used Wusheng Laomu's Wanderer's Lamp?
The Human Emperor's Remnant Clan had an unbroken legacy, so Shao Xuan and Xi E naturally recognized the Lamp-bearing Divine Envoy and the Wanderer's Lamp. They had heard that he was a renowned immortal in Ancient Times who later abandoned his past, took no name, and devoted himself to serving Wusheng Laomu. The Wanderer's Lamp was said to have had a different name back then, and to have been extraordinarily powerful. After all, such peerless treasures did not simply appear out of nowhere; even if one had only just been forged, all manner of signs would have heralded