Tagor's sky brightened out of blood.
When the first ray of dawn fell on the battered walls of the Snake-Person Holy City, the charred marks left on last night's battlefield had yet to cool. Outside the city, broken banners lay half-buried in yellow sand, and the weapons abandoned by the Three-Nation Allied Forces during their rout clinked softly in the wind, like some belated wail.
The Snake-Person Holy City had not fallen.
But everyone knew this city could no longer stand as peacefully as it once had in the depths of the desert.
The Heaven Demon Phoenix had come.
The child flame of the Nihility Devouring Flame had come too.
Soul Hall, and those eyes hidden in the dark, now knew the name "Xiao Fan."
They also knew there was still an unmad member of the Tunling Clan on the continent.
In the stone chamber behind the altar, Xiao Fan sat beside the jade platform, head lowered as he looked at his palm.
Colorless Fire burned quietly.
Deep within the heart of the flame, an extremely faint Void Black Pattern coiled motionless, like a black eye sunk into the fire.
It had already been swallowed.
But that did not mean the danger had completely disappeared.
Every time his Dou Qi circulated, Xiao Fan could sense the hollow emptiness coming from deep within that black pattern. It was not blazing like other Heavenly Flames, nor did it scorch the soul like the Fallen Heart Flame. Instead, it was like a stretch of endless darkness; the slightest lapse, and it would turn around and swallow him instead.
If not for the Dragon Emperor Reverse Scale Zhu Kun had left behind last night, he might no longer have been Xiao Fan.
That feeling of almost devouring the entire battlefield, devouring the remnant souls,