Though it seemed rather unbelievable at first, Yao Wan quickly understood what Xiao Yan meant.
Her pale golden eyes gazed down at the lifeless world below, and a trace of understanding rose in Yao Wan's heart.
"...It's worth trying."
Yao Wan answered. Xiao Yan, Gu Yuan, and Zhu Kun all stepped back, clearing a path for her.
High in the sky, her green dress fluttered in the wind as she stood tall. With a single step, she arrived before the four massive gates.
Before Yao Wan could approach, an aged, sinister laugh rang out from within the Death Realm.
"A mere Seven Star Dou Sheng dares act so wildly? You're courting death!!!"
As the words fell, a gigantic hand thousands of zhang wide emerged from the darkness and grabbed toward Yao Wan in midair.
"Death qi... such dense death qi."
Looking down at the dark world where black mist churned, Yao Wan slowly closed her eyes, seemingly ignoring the attack released by the Death Realm Great Formation. The sight made everyone's hearts pound, cold sweat gathering in their palms.
"—Very well. The cultivation of a Seven Star Dou Sheng is ultimately still too low."
She murmured softly. The instant her words fell, azure-green flames grew wildly like plants, spreading branches like a colossal tree rising from the earth. Countless hard, gnarled roots and branches blocked the enormous hand, drawing a burst of laughter from the old men hiding within the Death Realm.
"People speak only of mayflies trying to shake trees and bringing about their own destruction. I never thought there would truly be a fool like you, using the Living Flame to obstruct my Death Realm!"
Yao Wan remained silent, but suddenly smiled. In an instant, the thousand-zhang tree transformed into flames tens of thousands of zhang high.
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