"This... truly was a great calamity."
Ling Xuzi fled through Hidden Star Palace. The light gauze draped over him was a rare treasure, exceptionally good at concealing his presence.
When his cultivation had been low, this treasure had carried him through many deadly ordeals.
"To think that even after reaching Mahayana, I could be reduced to such a wretched state..."
"Who could have dared to defy the whole world and destroy the Palace of Pure Lunar Radiance...?"
He fled to the edge of Hidden Star Palace, but did not leave.
Clearly, he meant to use the restrictions there to hide for a while.
"Without me, the human race has almost no hope of sending reinforcements... But those great races will certainly mount a rescue. That will be my chance!"
A glimmer of hope appeared in Ling Xuzi's eyes.
"If I perish here, disaster will surely befall the human race..."
Just as he was about to conceal himself again, he suddenly felt scorching heat bearing down from behind.
Ling Xuzi turned and saw a streak of crimson light emerge from the depths of Hidden Star Palace.
At first, that crimson light resembled a flame, flowing with its own rhythm. Then it spread, as though becoming a fire lotus.
The fire lotus slowly bloomed, its searing aura enveloping all of Hidden Star Palace.
Through the haze, a Mahayana cultivator of the Devil Race seemed to roar and bring the mountain-splitting axe in his hands crashing down.
But in the end, the crimson lotus swallowed him all the same...
The lotus expanded without cease, spreading rapidly outward from the heart of Hidden Star Palace, as fiercely as an invading fire!
"The Great Dao of Fire? No... it's far more than that... Flames that can melt even Mahayana cultivators and immortal artifacts—could this be