Spirit Cloud Commandery, Flame Mountain.
The mountain stretched across a hundred thousand miles, its flames piercing the heavens.
Its slopes were crimson and cracked. Magma flowed slowly through the valleys like blood through veins, sending up billowing waves of heat that scorched and warped the air.
A pungent sulfurous smell filled the air. Ordinary cultivators who lingered here too long would likely find even the circulation of their magical power growing sluggish.
A streak of four-colored light tore through the sky.
Riding Little Four, Chen Changming was the first to reach this barren land.
He found a high cliff to land on and calmly surveyed the crimson earth below.
Little Four sniffed the sulfur in the air and said irritably, "Chen Shan, they're isolating you like this. Nothing good can come of it. Why don't we slip away first?"
"No matter. They're just a few clowns prancing on a stage," Chen Changming replied indifferently.
Seeing how confident Chen Changming was, Little Four blinked and asked, "Has your true body broken through to spirit transformation now?"
"It's at the second layer of the spirit transformation realm now. More than enough to deal with an eighth-layer spirit transformation cultivator."
Chen Changming smiled faintly.
"Holy shit, that's impressive! Your true body's getting stronger and stronger!" Little Four cried out in delight.
Chen Changming also told Little Four about the lifesaving jade talisman Li Zizai had given him. Little Four chuckled upon hearing this, feeling even more reassured.
Several hours later.
The sound of objects cutting through the air came from the horizon.
Over a hundred Immortal Boats of different designs approached in a vast procession, like a long dragon, before finally hovering in the sky outside Flame Mountain.
"That fellow Chen certainly runs fast!"
Standing at the bow, Ye Xuanji looked toward the