"The Vermilion Bird Supreme truly has a deft hand and a keen eye!"
"We've only been apart for a few short years, yet I never imagined your cultivation would have grown so profound. Your comprehension of the Fire Dao has reached the pinnacle, returning to simplicity. It's truly admirable."
The Sun Holy Master steadied himself, forcibly suppressing his astonishment as he managed a composed smile.
"Judging by your progress, you must have come across some earth-shaking opportunity in these past few years. Could it be that you found the inheritance of an ancient Vermilion Bird and opened some ancient secret realm?"
"Heh. Vermilion Birds, ancient ruins, countless perilous primeval restrictions, and all manner of sinister, vicious creatures—one careless step could damage your Dao Foundation, leaving you dead and your Dao extinguished."
"If you don't have complete confidence in yourself, my Sun Holy Palace would be willing to offer its full support and explore the secret realm alongside you. In return, all we'd need is a share of the spoils. What do you say?"
The Sun Holy Master stood beneath the Wutong Divine Tree, looking up at the Vermilion Bird Supreme. His eyes were full of uncertainty, along with a hint of wariness he could barely conceal.
He and the Vermilion Bird Supreme were both Human Supremes, standing at the very peak of power beneath the heavens. They had known each other for tens of millions of years and understood each other's strength and capabilities well.
In his understanding, their strength had always been evenly matched. If they truly fought, neither could defeat the other, much less easily suppress them.
But the Vermilion Bird Supreme's casual strike just now had seemed no more than an insignificant little divine art, yet it contained profound mysteries of the Dao. Not only had she