"The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover is here, and so is the fire intent. Qianyuan Mountain cannot escape this."
After Zhao Xuan spoke, no one before the Three Steles moved toward Qianyuan Mountain again.
The fire line was still there.
One end wound around the speck of True Spirit between Biyun Boy's brows; the other passed through the sword scar on the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover and pointed toward Qianyuan Mountain.
Holy Mother Guiling stared at the fire line. The tortoise shell in her sleeve was still trembling.
"What if Taiyi draws on this wisp of fire intent from afar again?"
Zhao Xuan said:
"Every time he draws on it, I'll press it back."
Bi Xiao still had her hand clamped around the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.
"And if he keeps drawing on it?"
Zhao Xuan looked at the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover.
"If he draws on it again, the traces left by the fire intent will only deepen. Qianyuan Mountain won't be able to wash them away."
Daoist Duobao raised his hand and pressed the Golden Bell down, suppressing the turbulent auras of the magical treasures before the Three Steles.
Yun Xiao held Bi Xiao's wrist.
"Don't touch the fire line yet."
Bi Xiao gritted her teeth and pushed the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors back into her sleeve.
Zhao Xuan raised his hand and cleared the space before the Three Steles.
Broken stones withdrew to either side, and Shangqing energy extinguished the lingering flames.
The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover rested in the center.
Shi Ji sat three feet outside the cover, holding Biyun Boy. The Shangqing Sword Line remained before her, and the flames within the cover could not surge past it.
Zhao Xuan looked at the speck of True Spirit between Biyun Boy's brows.
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