Hu Dan and the others, pursuing downward from the mountain peak with their magical weapons, all witnessed the scene of the blade radiance piercing through the sky.
In that single instant, not a soul knew where Crimson Yin had emerged from; it was as though she had suddenly materialized in the void behind the Golden Stone Fluid. Then the mountain forest grew chillingly clear, the heat waves smoothed away, and several core formation cultivators all felt a heaviness in their minds, as if a colossal force were pressing down from above their heads, compelling them to bend their necks.
The oppressive weight flashed and vanished, followed immediately by that blade radiance transitioning from illusory to real. Wielding the blade light, Crimson Yin's delicate physique flew past almost grazing Jin Huan. The high temperature of the Golden Stone Fluid was not to be underestimated; as Crimson Yin brushed closely past, her outer cloak could not withstand it, turning entirely to flying ash amidst a hissing sound. Beneath her cloak, she wore plain gauze cross-collared robes with wide sleeves and a jade-smoke drifting-mist skirt. In full formal attire, she drifted like an immortal, causing the mountain's shady slope to brighten abruptly.
Yet what truly made it impossible for anyone to look away was still that blade radiance, turning from illusory to real, and the subsequent turn of events after it slashed through the Golden Stone Fluid.
As the blade light swept past, Jin Huan actually seemed stunned, freezing in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating. Meanwhile, Crimson Yin upon landing did not look at him at all. Still grasping the blade radiance, she instead clasped her palms together and silently recited something. Within her low voice, the crimson glow of the Golden Stone Fluid dimmed further. Only this time, the true baleful firelight