Within the Underground Fire Vein, the two colossal beings gradually stopped moving.
And so, the flames filling the sky receded like a tide, leaving behind nothing but utter devastation.
On the Lava River below, countless dragon scales and Vermilion Bird feathers floated upon its surface, giving off a faint glow. They had brought about an irreversible change in the Lava River here.
If left undisturbed, this place would likely evolve into a blessed land in a hundred years.
For cultivators below the Great Dao Lord level, it would be a tremendous fortune.
And this was merely the energy that had spilled out as two powerful beings cultivated together.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Whoosh!
Jiang Yan dispelled his True Spirit form and returned to human shape.
His clothes were in tatters, nearly torn to shreds. His hair was disheveled, and several large wounds marked his body, the traces left by their cultivation together.
But as the power of his origin circulated within him, those injuries slowly began to heal.
Across from him, Zhu Huangxi was in much the same state as Jiang Yan.
Her red palace dress was already badly damaged, its hem torn to reveal her long, fair legs.
Her loose hair clung to her cheeks and neck, yet she looked anything but disheveled. If anything, it added a few touches of delicate beauty.
By now, the Vermilion Bird Supreme had regained her usual clarity, but her eyes held a few more hints of indescribable allure.
The two stood facing one another as an indescribable aura began to spread between them.
Whoosh!
Zhu Huangxi slowly raised her head to look at Jiang Yan, her gaze shifting.
She watched him for a long while, her expression inscrutable, her eyes filled with scrutiny and lingering memories.
Pfft!
Then the woman suddenly smiled.
With