The old incantations on the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover all lit up.
Those fiery patterns did not spread toward Golden Turtle Island.
They all pointed toward Taiyi Zhenren's palm.
Nezha stood outside the Three Steles, looking down at the scorched black mark on the Sky-Mixed Silk.
Everyone had heard what he had just said.
Taiyi Zhenren held that mass of fire in his palm, his expression darkening.
"Stand back."
Nezha did not retreat.
Zhao Xuan looked at Taiyi Zhenren.
"Let him see."
Taiyi Zhenren's sleeve stirred as he tried to suppress the scorch mark on the Sky-Mixed Silk.
Zhao Xuan pressed a finger against the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover.
The Nine Fire Dragons inside the cover bowed low at once.
The scorch mark on the Sky-Mixed Silk did not dim. Instead, it connected to the mass of fire in Taiyi's Palm.
Nezha raised his head and looked at Taiyi Zhenren.
"Master, was it really fire from the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover?"
Taiyi Zhenren did not answer.
Bi Xiao said coldly:
"The fires have already connected. What else is there to ask?"
Yun Xiao held her back.
"Save Biyun first."
Shi Ji had kept her head lowered all along.
Biyun Boy's True Spirit still floated above his brow, its light so faint that it could barely hold steady.
Zhao Xuan looked at Taiyi Zhenren.
"Keep taking the fire."
The fire in Taiyi Zhenren's palm grew a little heavier.
Until he took all the fire, he could not take the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover away.
If he forcibly retrieved the cover, Biyun's True Spirit would scatter, and the thread of fire would point back toward Qianyuan Mountain.
Taiyi Zhenren raised his other hand.
Yuqing Immortal Light formed fine needles that reached into the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover.