The forty-thousand-li Conflagration Sea, in its outward manifestation across the entire Civilization Basin, occupied no more than three thousand li.
From high above, it looked like a blood-red eye amid the mountains.
The meaning of space was relative.
Just as the boundless Southern Dipper World was merely the secret realm of a sect that had already perished in The Present World.
Lu Shuanghe stepped out of the Conflagration Sea, and the sky was still not vast.
Nothing more than flying flames replaced by drifting clouds, nothing more than shouts replaced by the sound of wind.
Seven Killings Master had never cared for scenery, yet walking alone at such a time, he could no longer suppress his sharpness. A crimson swan flew through the sky, then dropped straight down.
Today, the bird fell without a sound. Shattered feathers filled the sky, specks of flying blood lightly painted the firmament.
Lu Shuanghe sharply raised his head. In the rippling reflection within one droplet of blood, he saw a trace of emerald green—the bamboo hue of the chessboard world had yet to fade completely.
Never understood before, yet now encountered by chance!
He raised his eyes, and raised his sword.
His eyes saw it, and his sword-light arrived as well. Utterly cold and ruthless, the sword-light clearly carved out a woman whose beauty seemed to disdain the world, stripping her form into view and leaving her face, hidden within the cloud haze, in this patch of heaven and earth.
This was an encounter neither side had foreseen, beyond the Conflagration Sea Battlefield, at the edge of Nightwheel Mountain.
Peng Yanqi crushed the sword-light with a slap of her hand. She had indeed severely wounded Lu Shuanghe; otherwise, he would not have been unable to restrain his own sharpness and needlessly slain a passing