On the third day after Xiao Fan woke, the skies over the Central Plains turned red.
Hun Tiandi had not yet fully refined the Emperor Grade Nascent Pill.
Gu Yuan and the others had destroyed three great sacrificial altars in their assault on the blood formation, but the Soul Clan had moved its last sacrificial formations into the void, linking them through soul banners between old Soul Hall sites.
The net hidden for so many years finally spread open without concealment.
Beneath the red light, Sacred Pill City's defensive formation began to ring.
The lights in distant mountain villages went out one by one. Many people had no idea what was happening; they only felt their bodies suddenly grow cold, their shadows pulling away from them.
Qing Lin spread out the map of the underground serpent veins.
Xiao Yi Xian took charge of all the soul-warming bottles.
Medusa drew her sword and led the elite Snake-People toward the nearest formation nexus. Yao Ming led the Nine Nether Deep Earth Python experts into the underground waterways, while Zhuxuan and his two companions each guarded a void passage.
Zi Yan stood before the Dragon Emperor Edict and unfurled all four islands' Dragon Seals at once.
"Open every evacuation passage we can."
No one waited for someone else to save them anymore.
They had prepared for three years.
When Xiao Fan emerged from the stone statue, only a final glimmer remained of the Ancient Emperor's lingering consciousness.
The old man looked at him with faint relief in his eyes.
"The fire is yours now."
"What you use it for is yours to decide, too."
Xiao Fan bowed.
That light slowly faded.
The imperial fire entered his body, and the heavens suddenly shook.
Above Jia Nan Academy, all the fires bowed low.
Jinyao raised